Second, the floating world is 3,000, and I love three, day, month and Qing. The day is morning, the month is late, and the Qing dynasty is morning and evening.
Third, a moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
4. You've been missing each other. How can I leave?
Five, half-dead Wu Tong old sick body, heavy spring one thought one injury.
6. Put away your wings and care for you gently. If you want to see the sun, you can rely on me to fly.
Seven, cherish spring is afraid of early flowers, not to mention countless red flowers.
Eight, I spent ten years polishing a few inches of stone tablets for you, and I will do my best to protect them for the rest of my life.
I just hope your heart is the same as mine, and don't miss home.
Ten, the flowers are fine and jade is light, and the powder is light and sweaty. Make up, sleep in the water, April day in Jiangnan.
Eleven, I and the carefree landscape family, gossiping and singing horses and listening to a lute, ended up with no worries.
Twelve, the heart is micro-moving, but the feelings are far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be chased.
Thirteen, the moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is a sweetheart.
Fourteen, affectionate since ancient times, more cold and clear autumn festival.
Fifteen, the world of mortals comes and goes repeatedly, and the beauty is lonely.
Sixteen, I and carefree landscape family, gossip Sang Ma. After listening to a pipa, there is nothing to worry about.
Seventeen, together is fate, walking together is happiness.
At the age of eighteen, I have been singing this song all my life. When you come, I will make peace after I fade away.
Nineteen, if life is just like the first time, I only want to miss you. Time freezes for an instant, leaving only the original appearance in the dream.
Twenty-year-old Fei Xia was locked in the red wall deep courtyard, and she couldn't remember the makeup of the old year.
Twenty-one, at first sight, fireworks are numerous, dancing shadows are chaotic, flowers fall, and Iraqis laugh.
Twenty-two, you say, ten miles of peach blossoms, two people and one horse, and then worship the prosperous times, life and death have nothing to say.
Twenty-three, the old friend has not returned, when can I get drunk, let the snow bury my bones, and leave me alone in the rivers and lakes?
Twenty-four, watching flowers half open, drinking half drunk, too sober will be bleak, too drunk will be confused.
Twenty-five, the moon on the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of you is a sweetheart.
26 years old, but we met as soon as we met. When we met, we never met.
Twenty-seven, the book on the pillow is good, and the scenery in front of the door is good.
Twenty-eight, the world is a reminder of his years in the rivers and lakes; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.
Twenty-nine, phase also, force a hundred flowers. When spring comes to the hut, it refuses to turn to ashes.
In front of the person you love, your heart beats faster, but in front of the person you like, you are only in high spirits. In front of the person you love, winter is like spring, but in front of the person you like, winter is a beautiful winter.
Thirty-one, it's time to bloom and the dust settles.
Thirty-two, the fate of dust has always been like water, and tears are rare. Why do you do your life? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.
Thirty-three years old, now I am attached to my life, and I will be sad and happy sooner or later. I have a few drops of friendship from old friends, and a few songs that I yearn for. People come to smile at me, but those who leave won't make me sad. What do you want?
Thirty-four, time is short, vision is far away, the future is a mountain and water, overnight, I will go quietly. If you accidentally get lost and fall into the water, you should also remember that there is a river called rebirth.
Thirty-five, love you is a besieged city, and I hope to be distressed for a lifetime.
Thirty-six, the plum moon is cold and clear, sewing clothes for you, needle embroidery is satisfactory, not seeing an old friend to pick it up.
Thirty-seven, one season of flowers, strange fragrance, one season of sadness, pillow injury.
Thirty-eight, if it is not difficult to control yourself in the depths, how can it be soft and cold?
Thirty-nine, fate is like water, bearing dust.
Forty, if two people meet and look up together, that place is heaven.
Forty-one, more than ten years of acacia plus two pounds of yellow wine, just to say this favorite sentence.
Forty-two, a lifetime of concern, so far all the year round, meet each other late, suitable for me, shake hands with you, pocket incense for three years.
43. That love song is about romantic love, but it has nothing to do with you and me.
Forty-four, seven hundred years ago, you said: We met only for parting. 700 years later, you said: reincarnation is just to wait. I don't know how many years have passed, and I am finally willing to fold the last peach blossom at the end of the year.
Forty-five, there is no choice but to sigh on the bridge, forgetting why I forgot to go to the river.
After all, I still can't get what doesn't belong to me, so think about what you have.
Forty-seven, the wooden bridge rushes to the shore, and the East is not embarrassed.
Forty-eight, those who record their feelings in books only remember the past years.
Forty-nine, you are the response I can't wait for, the emptiness I can't think of, and the past I can't finish reading.
50. Even if I miss you deeply, I will treat you with the same eyebrows as before.
Fifty-one, beauty has been famous since ancient times, and bald heads are not visible in the world.
Fifty-two years old, quietly looking up at the sky, just looking for that so-called smile.
Fifty-three, half-life tired, all white, the inscription is exhausted, who can see it, and live in seclusion.
Fifty-four, endless troubles, wasting my life, who knows? Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me.
Fifty-five, white tea is nothing else, I am waiting for the wind, waiting for you.
Fifty-six, at most, is to stare at the infinite meaning, as if we met in previous lives.
Fifty-seven, the fate has passed far away, and the fate has passed away. Can you go ashore in the future?
Fifty-eight, the long summer has passed. In early autumn, Shan Ye quietly set foot.
Fifty-nine, the old things in my heart are over, and I don't mention them anymore. I stop in the quagmire of life and turn around and be empty.
Sixty, a flower and a world, a leaf and a glory, within a world, the fate of birth is the Tao.
Sixty-one, a poem of the world of mortals, a dream of the world of mortals, a song of the world of mortals, whose thoughts have fallen?
Sixty-two, a frown is so gentle and charming, and no beautiful country can compare with a smile.
Sixty-three, flowers bloom without shore, and the soul is still in Sichuan. I don't know the smoke when I'm drunk, but the lights are cold in my dreams. Flowers and leaves don't meet for thousands of years, the fate is touching, the flowers are inexhaustible, and the Buddha sighs in his heart.
Sixty-four, if the present and the past are different, you will not live forever, and Cangshan will be snowed, so rest.
Sixty-five, under the moon in Chang 'an, the rainy lanes in the south of the Yangtze River, the pale bells in the desert, the magnificent scenery in the western regions, all the rivers and mountains in the world are defeated by you.
66. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .
Sixty-seven, once gorgeous, don't say that everything is in vain.
Sixty-eight, Yuexiu Hengtang Shilixiang, the spray is quiet and fragrant in the evening. The face is thin and smoked, and the jade plate is high in night light. The mountains are far away, the moon wavelength, and the dusk clouds and autumn shadows shine on Xiaoxiang. Drunk souls want to chase the dream of Lingbo, and pay the west wind to cool tonight.
Sixty-nine, a gentleman does not joke, and he waits for a hundred years.
Seventy, to be together, it is difficult to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim.
Seventy-one, floating life is like this, not less and less, it is better to meet each other.
Seventy-two, but acacia is not negative, peony pavilion is on the road of life.
Seventy-three, I have already given my heart to the moon, but the moon shines on the ditch.
Seventy-four, times have changed, people are gone, and the time of cooking rain has been contaminated with dust.
Seventy-five, a touch of spring, two flowers, three cups and four delicate bouquets of tea, five lakes cold water, six roads of smoke and sand, seven villages and eight dead trees sprouting, nine crowing magpies and ten clouds. A hundred flowers blossom, a thousand crows fly, and Wan Li is picturesque.
As soon as I wake up, you must be waiting for the peach blossoms in a pot of tea on the other side.
Seventy-seven, in his lifetime, He Xing met. Meeting the right person is a blessing.
Seventy-eight, looking back, Sansheng, waiting for Sansheng just for you, passing by, waiting for a lifetime of love, waiting for a lifetime.
Seventy-nine, that year, the peach blossoms opened and the red beans were thrown into the darkness.
Eighty, you accompany her, I smile; You go to her room, I smile; If you don't ask, I'll sleep and cry.
81. If the world doesn't meet you, life will be unhappy.