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in this old dream, life is like a play, who else will appear?

several people shed tears, but several people speak. The white shadow is desolate, but it is far away.

dream of someone painting a landscape.

Your sunset, my face, whose one-third year

There are trees and branches on the mountain, and I'm glad to see you. I don't know

Smile heartily, forget the half-life annoyance, smile heartily, and see the flowers in the fog. and I wonder how many blossoms were broken

Endure to put on a superficial name and sing in a low voice.

Looking back, I once went to the sea, and I have already changed the world.

a stranger at the end of the road has fine dust. The prospect of resentment blooms on the other side.

Pick up the pen and wave down the thick dyed gray and yellow years. The whole city faces each other with a smile.

a thousand cups of turbid wine leave the song and laugh, but the smile is still there, but the tears are spoken.

Thinking about the monarch makes people old, and I am a thousand years old.

I hold several volumes of pale sun shadows and read the songs of Floating Life and Leaving the Mulberry at leisure.

when flowers bloom, they must be folded straight, so don't wait until there are no flowers.

I once stood out from the crowd, and I also slashed my knife through the sky.

If you live a miserable life, I will laugh wildly.

a thousand cups of turbid wine leave the song and laugh, but the smile is still there, but the tears are still there.

it's easy to change, but it's easy to change.

if the skin is coagulated, the face is like a glow, and the smile is like a flower with a thousand hairs.

withered sand can't annihilate Fanghua, and it's up to you who can help the world.

Memories drown us, but time separates us.

who covered my two generations of glitz/dyed my pillow for a fleeting time

shed tears for you? I have no regrets.

I'm pining for you, and I look forward to your return day and night.

if you don't have a monarch with you, you will be sad every day.

A pipa breaks people's intestines when the dusk falls in Yang Leng.

it's hard not to get old. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

who can complain about a loneliness? Foreword is always light.

Looking back again, I can only recall

memories, a piece of paper and a breeze; Hurt, a word is a thin cold.

a piece of grief, endless grief.

The song is not over, people are gone, the wine is not drunk, and the heart is broken.

In the past, people were wrong, one tune was hurt, and the past was like a dream.

The flowers are as sweet as ever, leaving a love song alone.

If the flowers are cherished, the flowers will not leave each other.

You can't leave tears when you write a love letter, and you miss it deeply.

I only have one heart. Look at the pain!

Is it a heart that replaces all the silence and anxiety?

I'm sorry for my feelings.

I had a stomach trouble that day, but it often hurts in my heart.

I thought I would join hands with your Tianya, but in the end, it was just my homesickness.

The rain was cold and the wind was light, the clouds were hidden and the fog was hazy.

the eyebrows and eyes are half covered with rouge buttons, and the hair dances and satin flies in the breeze.

when childhood friends are separated from each other, who will remember the flowers before and after the moon?

let bygones be bygones. Flowers bloom on the other side, but they can't see each other.

when the dim candle light shakes, who will hesitate under the big red veil?

I'm staying here to record the long years with you.

Who abandoned, who forgot, who waited, who loved, who was who.