Castle peak treat each other, white clouds blind date. I never dreamed that a purple robe would go with a gold belt. One Mao Zhai, wild flowers bloom, no matter success or failure. It's fun to eat a spoonful in a remote alley. Poverty, anger cannot be changed! Da, never change your mind!

Autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright; When the fallen leaves gather and disperse, Western jackdaw in the west will be surprised, and acacia will know when to meet. At this point, the night is awkward.

What is love in the world? Teach me to live and die together.

Supreme Wulin, nod to kill the dragon. Dare not disobey the orders of the world If you can't rely on heaven, who will compete with you?

Four machines, Yuanyang wants Qi Fei, and the poor old man is white first; Spring waves of green grass, deep in Han Xiao, are relatively bathed in red.

Everything has a way, like a dream, like a bubble, like dew, like electricity, so look at it this way.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

Don't say anything, my heart promised you at the moment I gave you embroidered shoes.

Even if our love is just a lie.

Even if I am doomed to be miserable all my life, I am wandering in the rivers and lakes.

I will accompany you at your grave, whisper to you and tell you the story of your child.

This is not a battlefield in the north, a palace in Wang Fu, but an ancient town in Jiaxing and misty rain in South Lake.

This is our home.

The breeze blows the trees and the moon is in the sky. Let this Sanqiu cinnamon, ten miles of lotus fragrance, enter our dreams.

And you can finally smile in the grave.

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People can't help themselves in the Jianghu.

No matter how much he adds to the world, it is commonplace.

Flowers fall and people die, and heaven and earth are ruthless. 

Heaven and earth are ruthless. Seeing sentient beings, the sky is barren and the land is old. 

The prodigal son sings three times, only the hero. 

The prodigal son has no roots, and the hero does not cry. 

The prodigal son sang three times, not a sad song. 

There are too many sad things in the world of mortals. 

The prodigal son sang a song for you and advised you not to cry. 

If there is injustice in the world, drink and cut off your head. 

In the dead of night, I woke up from drunkenness and suddenly found a man lying beside me who didn't even know his name. 

Have you ever tasted this taste? 

Amid cheers and cheers, a man came home, facing the dark window, hoping that it would be dawn soon. 

Have you ever thought about this mood? 

I am partying tonight, but I don't even know where I will be tomorrow, or even where I will get drunk tonight. Have you ever had such a day? 

The willows are dancing and the breeze is weakening. Although this artistic conception is beautiful, it is so sad and heartbreaking. 

Would you like to enjoy this kind of happiness? 

There are many kinds of people in this world. Some people like to look back on the past, some like to look forward to the future, but others think that the old days are not necessarily good times, and no one can predict the future. 

Only "now" is the most real, so we must grasp it well. 

This kind of person is not nothing to remember, but usually he doesn't want to think about it. 

The past is like smoke, old dreams are hard to find, what has been lost has been lost, and what has been done wrong has been done wrong. One should learn from it, why think about it again? 

What's the use of thinking again? 

There are many seemingly complicated and secretive things in this world, which are often caused by a very simple reason. 

That is love. 

Love can destroy everything and create everything. 

Life can be full of love, why should we pursue love so hard? 

what is love ?

Is it happiness? 

Since ancient times, "rain" has always been synonymous with the poet's sentimentality. 

It's easy to think of things you shouldn't think in the rain, and it's also easy to forget to say things you shouldn't say. 

Man is a very strange animal. No matter how much you love this kind of thing, if you face him every day, you will feel bored and tired after a long time, and your love for him will definitely fade away. 

Since ancient times, isn't fear the limit of pain? 

The limit of pain is fear, so what is the limit of fear? 

Why not just you don't know? 

An empty man and an empty sack can't stand up. 

How can a man win if he is as empty as a sack? 

Empty or not, empty is empty. 

Empty, empty life. 

People come out of emptiness and end up in emptiness. 

Emptiness is the beginning and end of life. 

What about emptiness? 

What if it is not empty? 

Why are ancient secrets always lost? 

Are humans too selfish? Refuse to deliver? 

Or are humans too advanced? Progress to disdain to learn these ancient secrets? 

People who are usually stunted have strange tempers. 

There is indeed a kind of person in the world. Although he is a living person, his every move seems to be led by an invisible line. 

This kind of person has never lived his own life, and everything he does is to live according to the wishes of others. 

Such people have existed for a long time and will not disappear after 1000 years. 

In this world, everything will fade after a long time, including love, but only "memory" will not fade, but the longer it is, the stronger it will become. 

The stronger the pain, the deeper the pain and the stronger the memories. 

Although recalling pain, people are willing to enjoy it. 

Because no matter how deep the pain is, there is always a trace of sweetness. 

Trees attract the wind, people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being fat. If a person is famous, there will often be some inexplicable people coming to you. It doesn't matter whether you want others to look for it or not, because this is a rule that Jianghu people have had since ancient times. 

You are famous for other people's names, and others will definitely come to you for your name. Of course he wants to be famous for your name. -even famous? One day you will die because of your fame. 

What's wrong with being an unknown person? 

What are the benefits of being famous? 

People are waiting from birth. 

Wait for the end. 

The end of death. 

If death is the end, is birth the beginning? 

Death is neither horrible nor sad. 

Sadly, even if some people are alive, life is worse than death, and life is worse than death. They just live in the abyss of pain and have no consciousness. A remnant chrysanthemum rolled in the sand,

I don't know where it came from,

I don't know where it was blown. 

The world is not just like this broken chrysanthemum,

Who can predict their own destiny? 

So, why do people feel sad and sigh for the fate of chrysanthemum? 

Chrysanthemum won't complain when she knows. 

Because it has had glorious years,

It has been praised and cherished by people. 

"I love you", what a tacky three words. 

But unless you have heard it, unless you have said it, you can't know how much helplessness these three words contain. How bitter is it? How sweet is it? How painful is it? 

What a long and painful journey you must go through before you say these three words. 

Having said these three words, we must accept the unknown future. Is it sweet? Is it more painful? Is helpless? Or more bitter? 

Thousands of years ago, many people said these three words. 

A thousand years later, many people will still say these three words. 

No matter what you say or listen to, you can only experience the helplessness of these three words. 

Is the tree sad? 

Although the tree is sad, it is unknown. 

Trees grow in the same place from germination to growth, from aging to death. The tree will grow in the same place from beginning to end unless someone transplants it. 

People, on the other hand, can run around, eat whatever they want, play whatever they want and do whatever they want. 

Although someone is always doing what he doesn't want to do and eating what he doesn't like to eat, at least he can still move and walk. What about those trees? 

It doesn't like the sunshine here, so it can hide itself? 

It doesn't like the soil here. Can it find better land by itself? 

I can't. 

Therefore, from the human aspect, trees are sad and worthy of sympathy. 

The mother conceived in October, the baby was born, and it was hard to raise. All the pain costs are compensated and satisfied on the child's first "mother". 

Past events are like smoke, but old dreams are hard to find. 

What has been lost has been lost, and what has been done wrong has been done wrong. One should learn from it, so why think about it again? What's the use of thinking again? 

This sentence is quite right. 

But the person who said this must have dressed warmly, had enough to eat and drank well, and lived safely since childhood. This kind of person will certainly feel that "the past is like smoke, the old dream is hard to find", because what he has experienced is usually a small disappointment, a small setback and a small emotional episode. 

That's why they feel that what they have lost has been lost and what they have done wrong has been done wrong. What's the use of thinking again? 

What is memory? 

What was the past? 

What is unforgettable? 

Have you ever written a love song that you will never forget? 

Have you ever experienced a time when life was worse than death? Today passed, and tomorrow I don't know where it is? 

If you have had these experiences, then you must know whether the past can be said to be lost. 

In this world, there is a kind of person who lives in memories forever. 

Although such people are wrong, they deserve forgiveness, because their past is so unforgettable. 

What is feeling? 

Feelings are really a strange thing. 

The more you cherish, the more you want to get some feelings, the faster they disappear and the farther away they are from you. 

Some feelings, the more you want to forget, bite you like maggots attached to bones. The longer you wait, the deeper you bite. At first, you will feel painful, but after a long time, you will forget what pain is, because you have been living in pain. 

Some people look strong and fickle, and are indifferent to anything and people. 

Such people are not heartless, but for some reason, they have to bury their feelings in their hearts and bones. 

This kind of person's feelings must be very expert, stupid, strong and even terrible, because his feelings will certainly drown each other, and some will probably destroy each other. 

But this kind of person's feelings are often destroyed by themselves.

-Gu Long and Ding Qing's "Female Sword Blossoming"

Man's greatest enemy is himself; The greatest enemy is a friend. 

If you get something, you also lose something. 

Isn't it painful for a person to be too awake? 

There are always two kinds of people in this world. The purpose of human life is not to exist, but to burn. Only burning can there be light, even for a moment. 

Another kind of person can only watch others burn and let others' light shine on him forever. 

What kind of people are smart? 

If you are an "ordinary" person, you must be very happy. 

Ordinary, from heaven, God gave us this right, but we ignored it and refused it. 

Some people are like meteors, even if they meet for a moment, there will be dazzling sparks. 

What is true loneliness? A person, no one to drink and chat, lonely as hell. Nobody knows what I'm thinking. Although there are many friends, none of them can pour out their hearts. So lonely. 

Not lonely, but you feel lonely. 

True loneliness is an emptiness that goes deep into the bone marrow, an emptiness that makes you crazy. Even in the cheers, you will feel empty, melancholy and depressed. 

Drunk words are often the truth, but unfortunately the world just doesn't like to hear the truth. 

A man does not live for himself. There are many people in this world who live for others. If you have shouldered the heavy burden, don't just put it down. 

A friend is a friend, regardless of rank or occupation. Friends are friends. A friend is someone who remembers a little warmth in his heart when it is freezing. 

Friends, like a glass of wine, can make people drunk, confused and wrong. There is no denying that it is usually friends who can make you sad, bitter and regretful.

The wind blows the flowers, and the flowers move and fall.