Antique buckle signature 1 1, marriage is wrong, beauty is wrong. Relying on heaven and crossing the earth, only walking without remembering each other. The piano is silent and the flute is cold. The spirit is seamless, this life has retired, and the afterlife has been promised. The lights slowly dimmed in the long night. Still disappointed, no chance; I regret and hate, and I have no fate.
Second, Li Cheng's literature: life is like being in a thorn. If the heart does not move, people will not move, and if they do not move, they will not be hurt; If the heart moves, if people move wildly, it hurts the body and bones, so they realize all kinds of pains in the world.
Third, who wrote a pen but recorded his feelings in a book, only remembering the past years.
Fourth, the wind and water wrinkle, moistening things silently. Ripples are silent, rippling and gradually spreading. The flowers are heavy and silent, shy, and slowly bloom. Shallow depression is filled with feelings, how much leisure, how much confusion, how much hesitation, how much hesitation. The red candle bursts with tears, the west wind on the cold sandbar fades away, a pear tree drifts with snow, and a curtain of misty rain has been melancholy for thousands of years.
Five, flowers fall, flowers depend on each other, and flowers are beautiful. The moon wanes and sets, and the moonlight shines on you. The chess game is broken, the chess game is cherished, and the chess game depends on your hand. Thinking is broken, thinking is lost, thinking is clear, and thinking is trouble.
Sixth, the string has no strings, and the chapter is published; Think of the years, dream of butterflies, and hold up the cuckoo in spring; Haizhu is affectionate and the moon is clear; Lantian jade is warm, rainy and smoky, and Yan Ruyu has blue moon hairpin; There should be no hatred in this case, and it should be remembered; For a moment of resentment, the mood rises, the moon is smart, the jade hand is lingering, and the red makeup is wrapped.
Seven, the world is drunk, drunk and dreaming, the world is stupid, infatuation does not regret the three-world relationship.
Eight, such as Qian Qian knot. I only wish that you can be as Hua Hudie as Yao Tai, with flowers turned into snow and white hair as before.
Nine, Nanshan farewell song, infatuation, autumn wind blowing bead curtain, water lily, September dust, rouge tears red. Face-lifting, fat poetry, singing early spring with one piano, full of poetry and painting, dripping with nectar, if the water is 3,000, just take a ladle of water, lightly hold the Song poetry, the jade inkstone, the lonely snow shadow, the peach blossom, the chilling window, the agarwood, and Qin Qing are drunk all over. Singing it rained, purple smoke curled up, dancing in the moonlight and getting drunk by the breeze. ...
Ten, the moon is full of wind and sorrow, and an ancient pipa sours the attachment of this life. Missing comes at night, and the empty nights fall one after another. The slightest sound will leave a trace, hit the bottom of my heart, and tears will overflow my eyes and flow down like a string of tears.
Eleven, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Twelve, the breeze dances the bright moon, and the dream falls. Wake up from a dream, like a lifetime ago, and your brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, watching the fallen flowers, under the yellow flower tree, are you touching the jade emperor again?
Thirteen, the green layer is clear, the jade shadow is frosted, and the fragrance is faint. The breeze brings water to reflect the dress, so it is hard to hide the charm. A melody is also long, giving a new chapter and nourishing the heart. Half poetic and half cool, red makeup is light green.
Fourteen, quiet and fleeting years, the beauty burst into tears, jade refers to money, dazzling, turned into a curtain soft around the fingers, attached to it. In front of my hair, I am worried about my love, and I am separated from my heart. Be incoherent and confused. ...
Fifteen, in this life, in just a passer-by, the withered petals fall for you. In this short and lingering life, string the most beautiful memories into melodious melodies, just to commemorate the most beautiful meeting when flowers bloom. And I, just forgotten in an eternal dream.
Antique buckle signature 2 1. Life is a big dream. Things get cold several times in autumn. At night, maple leaves keep ringing in the gallery. Looking at the eyebrows and temples, wine often worries about fewer guests, and the moonlight is often blocked by clouds. Who is alone with * * * in the Mid-Autumn Festival, looking sadly at the north.
Second, the moonlight fell into the lake, and my heart was empty. You walk gently, and your eyes seem to be full of thoughts. Look at it, you stand alone in the middle of the water, but you don't know it. do you want to see it ?
Third, I dreamed of crossing Sudo and saw Blue Demon and Psylocke burying white silk. Cover your eyes, you see your smile, you show your eyebrows and flowers. Before the lotus leaf dances the veil, the wind can't see your loneliness.
Fourth, at the moon, shed tears and cry sadly. It's a pity that the dead may not know it, but this life is really endless. Not as good as grass and stone, ignorance and no sleep, but also a clean heart.
It's always the dreamer's wishful thinking that flowers bloom before the moon falls. You can't get rid of the wind and rain in the world, but you can only watch a beautiful flower wither. It's too painful to face life and death. As a spectator, I can't afford this disillusionment.
6. Beside Qinhuai, Hantang Goose, in front of Xiang Xiu Pavilion. Baitakong, Lingquan Qing, Yangzhou Broken Dance Pavilion. Wu Peng tune, Liu Meichuan, Huansha Xizi eyebrow bend. Yu Yan Lane becomes the edge of a butterfly, and Qiao Feng is colder.
Seven, Yan Xue shines like a plain cloud, with a faint fragrance. Silk embroidered with mountain breeze. Wandering in the ups and downs, empty valley Sanskrit. Looking at the sky, listening to the sound of strings, full of comfort. Obsessed with the world of mortals. Leisure has its own principle of leisure, and people are easy.
Eight, Licheng literature: I met you at the beginning of the year, but I turned back and became a sorrow.
Nine, the feeling is stronger, the edge is like the wind, the brocade is slightly cold, and the cold sleeves help the sick.
Ten, Chihiro and Chihiro are bitter, a pair of lifelong people.
11. devote my life to make you an invincible city; Give you a dream that will never wake up.
12. The Phoenix, which once played here, failed to keep the appointment in its name and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
Thirteen, tonight; Walking in the moonlight, let the past fly and fall on every string, touching the sound like a complaint. The thoughts in my arms are soft and broken, turning into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness and swaying.
Fourteen, if flowers bloom and fall, how many dreams will disappear. Wait quietly, let the days pass quietly, leave a curtain to dream of listening to the rhythm of rain, and turn a ray of sadness into a shallow coolness of style. Spring is warm and the wind is soft. The willow screen hangs down, and the blue water and beautiful flowers turn into thousands of words and blend into every beating note in the pen. The setting sun is warm and gloomy, and the young flowers are hidden in the darkness. A wisp of Xiaoxiang cloud dreams deeply, picks up a string of past events and imagines to form a poem.
Fifteen, a pot of sake, a touch of worry, a pool of elegance. Twisting the mottled years, turning the past into ink and flowing down the fingertips; Take a clear spring, carve it into a captivating smile and watch the wind and cloud; Sitting in the depths of the years, I will weave my heart sounds into a ray of nature that cleans up the dust and dance out the tenderness of my life. This shore, the other shore; This end, that end. Stick to Ming Che's inner purity, dye a finger of profusion, break the ground and be cold, lie still in the wind lotus, and laugh at the world of mortals.
Antique buckle signature trinity, misty rain stopped, fragrant drunk garden, residual wind, red broken catkin dance. Look carefully, a little red makeup tears will break the string, flow through the fingertips, and pop up a sad voice. Leng Yue is silent, widex springs are gurgling, and plumes of cool smoke are floating. A guqin, Iraqi people sitting alone, a pair of eyes moist with autumn water, two curved eyebrows painted clear distant mountains, if the face is lotus calyx, clear, lips like cherries, how to reduce the feelings of the White House.
Second, I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a hierarchical and far-reaching attitude towards life. Come on, come on, I will never be dominated by everything. I am carefree and dragged down by cicadas. I just want to hold the bright moon and die. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.
Third, dress obliquely and caress Xiaoxiang, but the lonely geese fly south, and people walk with tea.
Fourth, the night of Qinhuai River, the night sky is inscrutable, the stars are shining and the moon is shining. When the willows touch, the water waves are still clear. Draw a bridge for passers-by and write a poem for the pavilion. Business women's songs, the piano is the king's song. Fireworks are stacked in the alley, and the painting boat is peaceful.
Five, one thinks of prosperity and one thinks of gray, and the other thinks of happiness and prosperity everywhere. I miss you inch by inch when I think about it.
6. Licheng literature: as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water passing by, you can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.
Seven, even if the wind and rain are sinister and the years are limited, I will laugh with you for three thousand times and never complain.
Eight, moonlight shed two faces through the old window, and a small fan shook a wooden bed in summer. At night, the flowers are overflowing and the nursery rhymes are as pure as ever. I tasted an old house and now I have some memories. The eaves of the rain fell and the leaves got into the curtains. Dongshui died. I married you and made me cry.
I'd rather we never cared about each other, and I hope we never forgot each other in the Jianghu.
Ten, time flies, people do not know whether flowers and snow melt into another autumn. The hair has changed to white head. Who knows how many times to look back in my life?
1 1. Clouds are flowing, misty rain is in the distance, and dust is flying in the air. One sleeve is elegant and thin, and the sky is slightly shallow. I am intoxicated with a lot of mysterious pen and ink, fragrant words in poems, and the shallow strokes of the Phantom of the Opera. When I arrived at Lu 'an levee, I wrote a poem word for word, which was self-generated, somewhat elegant and somewhat bitter. A book of ink marks, half a volume of clear words, lotus full of grace, butterfly dance. Crystal heart, delicate as silk, flowers bloom all over the sky, misty rain sounds years.
Twelve, love is hurt, how many people have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings have been hurt, how many cold, how many thoughts have been lost, how many spoony tears have been shed, and how many ordinary love has been drunk! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life.
Thirteen, twilight, solo night wind; On the world of mortals, withered petals, broken by the wind, fingertips stained with wounds, and red ink pens. Beauty is like a dream, and flowers can be folded, which is the glory of life. If you have a dream, fireworks are easy to get cold and conversation is easy to fall, when will you dance? Floating life is not drunk, waving one's life is worrying, three lives are weaker than water, staring at the distance, and the fate of reincarnation.
Fourteen, the piano is in sight, the past ups and downs, dyed red eyes. The wind is blowing, and the piano dust is flying, blurring the front. My hair is messed up and my thoughts are flowing. I know Iraqis. Thin shadow is like a dream, with beautiful eyes, intoxicating smile and dancing. Soul clues ... people are crazy ... strings are broken ... dreams wake up ... floating dust falls to the ground. The sound of the piano is still the same, the music ends, the red disappears and the fragrance is broken, leaning on Hua Zhong, people are drunk alone. ...
Fifteen, Qin about misty rain, * * * bosom friend, drunk in the castle peak. When the edge is still flowing, the picture is soft and the dream is beautiful. Flowers bloom unintentionally. Love the latest flowers, the scenery remains the same. ...
The ancient style of signature buckle 4 1. The misty mountains are leisurely and green. There is a pot of wine by the lake, and there are two immortals hiding beside it. Breeze blowing green willows, rainy and blue. Yi Zhi, an essay on mountains and rivers. Qin Xiao sang and sang, and the dust was drunk.
Second, in October, there are gorgeous fireworks in Jiangnan, so it is appropriate to go. On the waterfront of Gui Xiang, stone bridges lie on willows, which should be sunny and rainy. White walls and tiles, pavilions, wine and poetry. Alleys and narrow lanes, secluded gardens and elegant courtyards, should be sealed up. Oil umbrella lamp shadow, porch eaves dripping, should float should be ignored. The purple sand is clear, and the boat is rowing. It should be moving in silence. With light sleeves and full steps, Li Niang looks back and should trace and wipe. Wu Nong's soft words, monthly tune and comment on the piano, should be poured and tasted. Ink and wash style, flowing pictures, should be drunk and dream.
Third, my thoughts and dreams are dancing, and my heart is fluttering in the breeze. Tea adds fragrance, singing partner. I was there when you came, and I was there when you didn't come. Looking forward to the world, sending love to the distance. I hope to spend a lot of time, but I feel lonely. Who is the heart for? Lonely lamp and thin shadow, who is love? A mood and a glass of sake. Eyes full of haggard, heart full of sadness. The porch window is dark and the moon shadow is fragrant.
Fourth, in the sound of light and shadow, the sky is still cold, the water is still cold, and the silk and bamboo are whispering in the dream. Outside the building, outside the mountain, outside the mountain, outsiders have not returned, and the people have not returned. Looking back, it's too early to forget Sichuan, and the pianist is in tears.
5. Ink stains the world, and the glitz of the world of mortals is the nib flower brewed in your hand.
6. Finally, I have nothing to do with you.
Seven, night lock melody. When I heard the sentimental girls in Song Dynasty, I was also a person hiding my thoughts and reminiscing about the past. So many thoughts dyed the charming night scene red and made me feel like a flower. The waning moon is broken, the fireflies are quiet, the grass leaves are withered and red, and the shadows are empty and sad.
Eight, if life is just like the first time, why is the autumn wind sad to draw a fan, and it is easy to change. Li Shanyu stops at midnight, and the bell of tears never complains. Why not?
Nine, Han Xiao boundless, holding prosperity and sadness, frowning, destiny takes a hand, become the past.
Ten, the eyebrows are the same, the years are the same.
Eleven, the clouds want to dress beautifully, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to dazzle.
Twelve, clear and shallow, flower shadow. Modest gentlemen dress appropriately. Powerful as the wind blows Yushu, and snow wraps Qiongbao; Born to be human, you must be arrogant. O, o, the expectation of a lifetime; A marriage full of fragrance and lingering for life. I am so stupid, so soft-hearted, so fragrant, on the water side. The breeze blows across the lake, and the pond ripples in autumn. The watch stationed for thousands of years has moistened the heart and rendered the feelings.
Thirteen, half a pot of wine, lonely, long live, long live, only old friends see you cry.
Fourteen, flowers, Ruyan Liu, light ink into a butterfly, heart feeling Xi Shu tired eyebrows, fine jade pen Yan drunk. Because the rain is gentle, my thoughts are wrapped in a mist. Silence over a cup of tea, reading the years. Looking back, in the dreamlike situation, warm memories with the time of plucking. Simple, shallow ...
Fifteen, the impression of Jiangnan, there is the exquisite charm of the retreat garden, the charm of the bones of the three bridges and two halls, and the romantic feelings of Roman listening to the rain. There are Dai's West Lake, Su Xiaoxiao's West Cold Bridge, Bai Juyi's Bai Causeway, and Bai Niangzi's Broken Bridge. Jiangnan gives people the impression of distant sounds, blurred kitchen smoke and dreamlike ancient towns; It's misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, and it's misty and swaying. When will the pipa string play, and when will it disappear?
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