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I was lucky to get it, but I'm dead. Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want. Prosperity is like a dream. If autumn leaves fall for ten years, I don't know how long it will be. When I wake up, I feel that life is just about listening to a song by Jun, and the pipa is a heartstring. Acacia falls into the city of love by the sound of the beam. The city of eight feet has no door, and the world of mortals surrounds me all my life. There are many flowers and rains on the shore, and the vegetation in front of Wangxietang is deep. It's like eighteen floating towers, as if you acquiesced in the lonely ending. I hope to win a heart and never give up-just for one person. For the rest of his life. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. Pen to decorate the years, laugh and sigh the world. Spring nourishes things and lives smartly. Teenagers don't know how to worry, but they are gentle at first sight. When Mu Ran looked back, the world turned gray. Don't let inexplicable pain infect our emotions again. ☆ Flowers bloom and fall mercilessly, and you lead a drunken life. Last January night, the flower market was brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve. Dreaming of spring scenery, no one cares about the flowers and the willows. Who took your hand and was displaced? I cried with you all my life. Like tears streaming down my face, I vowed to stay with you for a long time. I hope I won't waste the love of my life. I will give up my love and hate the beauty and lovesickness of my lover. Only blood and ink are left to see who is crying at home, who will eventually break the string and fall on the shoulders. I am confused to use my three generations of fireworks. I will also confuse you for a lifetime, only envy Yuanyang but not fairy. This life is inseparable from the afterlife, the flowers will gradually become charming, and my eyes will remember it for a long time, like a streamer, like a Trojan horse, like a light song, like a young memory. It will be as unforgettable as a rising water, a falling hibiscus, a heartbroken person, a moon dissolving, and a bleak cherry blossom pool. Su Shui, dreaming of the east wind laughing and flying; Xiangsi, wrapped in rain, was pushed by the floor; Ten fingers, twisting the needle and caressing the yarn, Suzhou embroidery has always been like water, and it is rare to cry. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself. Meet you in this life, never give up, hand in hand is everything, no commitment. Several degrees in spring and autumn have weakened. One stitch embroidered misty rain, one stitch embroidered smiles across the mountain, silent expression, one eyebrow embroidered butterflies, and the lonely shadow broke the needle, thinking about who embroidered a little cinnabar between the eyebrows, leaving only the ink of blood, who was drunk for the red face, and sighed for generations of joys and sorrows, which was ridiculous. My life was up to me, and who should be robbed by heaven and who became who's obsession. Drunk in the red chamber, how many people know melancholy? After playing all night, I woke up drunk and didn't say anything about the prosperity of my hometown. Chang 'an Tianque has been transformed. Tired of being here in the morning and evening, I hate singing Zhaojun every year, but I can't go back, and the grass is like smoke beyond the Great Wall. I still hate the moon in the Han Palace, and I always follow Hu Tian's hatred and kindness to Master Xi's tea. I wish I didn't know Fan Li. I'm still a yarn spinner. Heaven and earth are United without mountains and mountains, and dare to break old wounds with you, which cannot be covered or mended. Only courage is the only self-help weapon. The wind is very cold at night, and I don't want to close the window. The window always reminds me not to think about you. Even in my sleep, it is messy and full of flowers. Ask what can be done? It disturbed my heart. No matter how beautiful the pencil drawing is, it is also gray. I once missed my love and couldn't change it, but I never really loved it. The heart is dry, and the spring breeze is a falling flower. Half a cup of mandarin duck flies away, and a song of double phoenix sends it to the world. If the flowers sleep in the breeze, I will use a foot-long silk thread for a moment. Can I change your love for life? A stone stands on the forgotten bank of the river, and a well indicates the afterlife. A familiar figure jumped off with a face and turned around for the afterlife. A ray of Leng Xiang is far away, the snow is deep and the smile is very shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife? It's dusk, and the moon is as bright as ever. I invited the moon to live in the depths of Su Mountain. The hero belongs to me, and the blood turns to dust, just for a glimpse of you. Light ink is straight, cold and hot. How can I write the flowers in my heart? They have fallen, and the lonely time has faded. It rained all night, and I had too many worries, so my heart was particularly tasteful, empty and lonely, like rain blowing against the window; In a good mood and a bad mood, there is nothing to pretend. Listen, screaming at midnight is great. Look, the neon rain building is so dull. The reality of goods and life is so sad. If you depend on each other, why be so half a cup of mandarin duck, not lonely.