Nalan Xingde's famous sayings

1. In the corridor, one inch of lovesickness, the falling moon becomes a solitary lean. The backlight and the moon are in the shadow of the flowers. It has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. ——Nalan Xingde

2. Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky. It is like a ring overnight and grows into a jue night after night! ——Nalan Xingde

3. We can only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life. But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad. ——Nalan Xingde

4. Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong. Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy date. Farewell like this, the pear blossoms have fallen and the moon turns to the west. ——Nalan Xingde

5. The bright moon should laugh at me affectionately, and now I am living up to my spring heart, wandering alone and singing alone. ——Nalan Xingde

6. Who makes the ice wheel full in the sea and the sky, melancholy and alienated. Not to mention separation, but there are always no tears in a good night. We should only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life. But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad. ——Nalan Xingde

7. The most pitiful thing about hard work is the moon in the sky, which looks like a ring overnight and becomes a jue every night. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm. Without that fate, it is easy to be beautiful, but the swallow remains, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the spring bush recognizes the two-dwelling butterfly. ——Nalan Xingde

8. How deep is love? The sunset in the deep mountains and the deep autumn rain. ——Nalan Xingde

9. If life is just like the first sight, why is the autumn wind sad and painted on the fan? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change. The words of Lishan are half past midnight, and the rain and bells are full of tears and no regrets. How unlucky is the man in brocade to wish for the same day with wings and branches. ——Nalan Xingde

10. Ten thousand people in the tents and houses are drunk, and the stars are crumbling. Returning to my dream across the Lang River, I was shattered by the sound of the river again. Sleep, still sleep, wake up tasteless. ——Nalan Xingde

11. The warm rain has begun to collect, and all the flowers have fallen into the tranquility of the small courtyard. I picked a pair of red beans, lowered my head, and shed tears while talking. People go away as if they are on spring break, and the wine has turned the stone into a piece of wine. There are people crossing the peach blossoms, boating, and each other is worried about a kind of mist. ——Nalan Xingde

12. When we return to the old days, the fragrance on our sleeves is cold, and our hearts are as bitter as autumn lotus. Don’t talk about living among flowers. Those who cherish the flowers will leave them without owners. ——Nalan Xingde

13. Seeing each other again in the depths of Qulan, weeping and trembling. After a desolate farewell, the two echoed each other, the most unbearable resentment in the bright moon. I have slept alone for half my life, and my mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. What is the most fascinating thing in my memory? The first thing is to break branches and paint a skirt. ——Nalan Xingde

14. It is easy to change people's hearts, but it is easy to change people's hearts. ——Nalan Xingde

15. Spring is light, red is resentful. Cover the double rings, and draw pictures among the flowers in the light rain. The silent tears burst into tears. In the dim light, the fragrance is sold and the dream returns. Leaning against the painting screen and thinking about the past are nothing but words for lovesickness. I remember that at that time, there were weeping willow silks, flower branches, and butterflies all over the courtyard. ——Nalan Xingde

16. The wind changes and the snow changes, shattering the heart of the hometown and dreaming of failure. There is no such sound in the hometown. ——Nalan Xingde

17. Whoever plays the desolate music of Yuefu, the wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights are exhausted for another night. I don’t know what’s lingering in my arms, I’m bored when I wake up, I’m bored when I’m drunk, I never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams. ——Nalan Xingde

18. I am a melancholy guest in the world. If I know what happened to you, I will burst into tears and recall my life with the sound of heartbreak. ——Nalan Xingde

19. A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring? ——Nalan Xingde

20. The affectionate moon should laugh at me, and laugh at me now. Disappointing the heart of spring, walking alone and singing alone. Lately, I'm afraid that talking about current events will get me all over my neck. The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where can I find the clouds in my dreams? ——Nalan Xingde

21. The peach blossom died of shame and was grateful to the east wind. The delicate red color blows off and flies into the window to accompany Chao Nong. Who pities Dongyang for being thin due to hard work, but also for being lazy in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a feeling of tranquility is thick in the cold place. ——Nalan Xingde

22. The lotus root wind is light, the lotus dew is cold, the broken rainbow is closed, the window is red, and the curtain hooks are just hanging.

The fields are covered with green cover, and fish and waves are fragrant in the setting sun. At this time, the painting pavilion is hanging by the poplar bank, and I am sleeping and combing my hair. The traces of old travels, Zhao Tilu, are everywhere, full of worries. I want to take a leisurely stroll on Furong Lake. The red clothes are in disarray, lying down looking at the peach leaves to send to the orchid boat. The noon wind blows away the dream of Jiangnan, and the dream is full of water. ——Nalan Xingde

23. The tears are even more silent, and I regret my past kindness. Relying on the heavy reflection of the painting, it is full of sadness and cannot be painted. The other words are so clear, I wake up early from a dream at midnight. I have woken up from my dream since early in the morning, and have been crying since the wind and rain. ——Nalan Xingde

24. Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone? The yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed, meditating on the past and setting the sun. Don't be frightened by the wine and fall into a deep sleep. Gambling on books will make the fragrance of tea disappear. At that time, I just thought it was ordinary. ——Nalan Xingde

25. The heartbroken moon and the bright red cardamom, the moon looks like that time, do the people look like that time? ——Nalan Xingde

26. Spring love is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the pieces fall off. Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper says goodbye to the dream at that time, and the secret ribbon is the same as the heart. I am a dreamer for Yi Fan, and I often draw pictures to call out the truth at night. ——Nalan Xingde

27. I shed tears but silently, only regretting my past kindness. Relying on the emphasis on introspection in the painting, it is full of sadness and cannot be painted. ——Nalan Xingde

28. One step up the mountain, one step down the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, a thousand tents of lights in the dark night. The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown dreams are shattered, and there is no such sound in my hometown. ——Nalan Xingde

29. When I got up and raised my hands to the topic, I missed the word "Mandarin Duck". ——Nalan Xingde (m.taiks.com)

30. I don’t know what is lingering in my arms. I am bored when I wake up, and I am bored when I am drunk. I have never reached Xieqiao in my dreams. ——Nalan Xingde

31. When the crows are gone, who does Xiaoli hate? The heavy snow suddenly turns over the fragrant pavilion catkins, the gentle breeze blows the plum blossoms in the gall bladder, and the word "heart" has turned to ashes. ——Nalan Xingde