The beautiful ancient style copywriting that amazes the circle of friends touches the heartstrings

This time I left you, it was the wind, it was the rain, it was the night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and I was lonely. The road then spreads out to both ends.

I have seen the spring breeze for ten miles, seen the summer solstice before it has arrived, tried the autumn light, loved the warm sun in winter, but nothing can compare with your words, I want to see you.

Knowing the world but not being worldly; living in the rivers and lakes but far away from the rivers and lakes; having seen through the warmth and coldness of human feelings; never losing the innocent heart; seeing through the world; and never losing innocence.

I like the cherry blossoms in spring, cornflowers in summer, thyme in autumn, wintersweet in winter, and you every day.

Returning low and returning to the Liao curling pavilion, there is another window with harps and flutes and shadows, singing hooks, broken zithers, and broken bells, leaving lingering sounds.

One day· You and I each got married, one wife, two concubines, three or four children, five or six years, vicissitudes of life, the past, seven or eight are all old dreams, the remaining two or three are still young and frivolous, and we remember each other in old age, with only a sigh

My sister Nihuang·Seeing the word is like a face brother·I have three wishes. One wish is long-term health and well-being. The second wish is always joy. The third wish is not to wait for an idiot. The army and horses are like this. The passing water is like this. Don't wander and stay alone. What is the state of Qing in this life? Deep relationship is shallow, stealing day and night is already a luxury, God has mercy on me, I promise you, I will live by the Qingqing River in the next life, ordinary people, coarse clothes and light tea, white hair and white hair, stay together forever.

Beyond the world, the soul returns to heaven. It comes and goes invisible in the essence, without any worries

Everything is self-aware, and all the hearts know that the moon is waxing and waning. The little red ebbs and flows. Ups and downs, only for peace

The streets are long, the fireworks are numerous, you turn on the lamp to look back at the short pavilion, the world of mortals rolls around, and I sigh again