1, facing the wind and chasing the light, eyes are burning.
I swear to my love till death do us part.
3, away from the crowd, but you are holding hands and laughing with your wife.
4. Under the moon in Chang 'an, the rainy lanes in the south of the Yangtze River, the pale bells in the desert, the magnificence of the western regions and the rivers and mountains on earth all lost to you.
5, a drop of spring water at dusk, no stop, acacia.
6, look at the flowers and see them half open, drink half drunk, too sober will be bleak, too drunk will be confused.
7, cut off thousands of emotions, leaving only one lotus root silk, once thought that lotus root silk had left, and now there is only one person left.
8. Thinking about the past and thinking about the future are all empty, flying catkins are ruthless, or smoke cages.
9, half smoke and half rain creek bridge, the fisherman is drunk and no one calls.
10, so your life is so short.
1 1, wrong time, wrong person, sad mistake, but we make it again and again.
12, deciduous leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is shocked.
13. In the past days, my friends and I had a party under the tree, drinking and whistling. The boy in white later died.
14. When I first met you at a young age, Funeral March has not lost your favor for many years. The picturesque scenery you gave me, how can I compare with it?
15, who used to decorate the thyme red makeup brocade.
16, once quit a book, Qing Qi Chen Jue Gu Xiang had no life.
17, he was fascinated by a word, and his thoughts were dumped for a lifetime.
18, the bronze mirror reflects that innocence, dressing up, is a wisp of sunset glow.
19, I am an old friend of Feng Chen. I've traveled all over Qian Shan and drank all the nectar, but I only love you.
20. Whose hand did you hold when crossing the world of mortals?
2 1, I disarmed and went home, but I hope it won't rain or wind.
22. I have a symphony, and the strings are broken and there is no chord. The old man went to a tall building with a song.
23, Roland out of the water, several times hate wheatgrass. Who spreads paper to trace sand into the bead curtain, who makes rouge shallow and charming, and who cooks wine and warm tea to offer sacrifices to green plums. The ashes dispersed, but the shadows faded. Who holds an umbrella to make a bridge to welcome the breeze home, say it's me.
24, the time is shallow, the flower shadow is cool, and the world of mortals is a corner. I write beautiful paragraphs with blank words and love. In this life, according to the fleeting branches, I will keep Qian Qian's ten million silks to add fragrance to your tea; Abandon 3 thousand if water, only one person can be single-minded. With the rhythm of life, it will bloom into a leisurely flower for you until it is full of tea. Picking up a touch of poetry, collecting it in the years, and looking back after the years is the joy of meeting bosom friends; This is the harmony between piano and harp.
25. How much time does it weigh? There are a thousand words in my heart, and my hands are caressing the piano. I once met, for example, the delicate blooming of lotus flowers in the misty and rainy ink paintings in the south of the Yangtze River stirred all of my heart. But now the past is still there, and wheatgrass has no rest. But the branches in April can no longer be given rouge and water color, and some precious flowers have been picked up and faded in the polishing of time. Maybe time always flies, I just want to feel at ease.
26. The fate of dust is dark. Once I glanced at it and fell into the smoke of broken thoughts. Two lines of tears, soaking the missed poems in my heart, hoping to brush away your affectionate hair again. From then on, even if I was lonely in the sea, I didn't feel lonely. Even if it is beautiful in an instant, I don't feel sorry. This love, even if it is scattered into mud and ground into dust, is still fragrant. From then on, a city, an ordinary piece of paper, a study of ink ... guarded your tenderness until the last moment.
27. On the stage, the heart is gentle, a piece of paper is romantic, leftovers are warm, and smallpox is not greedy. Wandering around the world, I am too busy to draw an elegant and youthful picture, but I have never raised my eyebrows in my life.
28. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal?
29, fearless, I do not know always.
30. I am willing to accompany you from green to white to old and thin.
3 1, saint Zhuangzi daydreaming, bewitched by butterflies, cuckoo crowing by emperors. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
32, a pen and a poem two lines, I understated the mottled shangbeizi. A corner of my mouth, strangers don't mourn the evening.
33. In a word, half a butterfly flower, half a cup of tea, half a cup of sand at the bottom of the lake, the years have passed, the past appearance, the years have not changed, the past appearance, white ruin and half a coolness, and the twilight is lost in the dusty summer.
34. I wish people a long life, and thousands of miles are beautiful.
I decided to love you because I love you and decided to give up. Because you don't love me, please love me deeply. If you do not love me, please respect yourself.
36. Don't love a person too much: don't love a person to ten points, eight points is enough, and the remaining two points are used to love yourself.
37. If the center hides it, when will it be forgotten?
38, the sunset is about to drip, who is happy and who is sad.
39. One is full of expectation, and the other is love at first sight.
40. I've been waiting for a thousand years, and it's enough to see you smile back.
4 1, Xiao Sheng is willing to fight for the end of the world and fight for girls all her life.
42. Childe, can you help me deal with the world? If I can, I will dedicate my life to you.
43. One mountain, one water and one hut, one person is single-minded and eternal.
44, seasonal flowers, strange fragrance, seasonal sadness, pillow injury.
45, falling flowers, fingertips, who is wrong.
46. If only you liked me when I liked you.
47, flowers bloom in the season, fragrant incense, sadness in the first season, pillow injury.
48. Your eyes reflect bright light under the flash, and the only word that comes to mind is colorful.
49. What can't be forgotten is the memory, but the continuation is the life. If you miss it, you should just go with the flow.
50, Jiangnan show, the most beautiful is the porch window. Acacia is hard to talk about, and several cases are covered with a piece of paper. Bamboo is green and cool in autumn.