1, hibiscus flowers are warm and intoxicating, and beauty sees the world.
2. If Xiao is Untitled Scholar, a chivalrous man in white, then Yan is a sad person who has been moaning for the sad human situation all his life.
3, deep feelings are shallow, you are deep, I am shallow, not for anything in the world, just to meet you.
You are not her without beautiful long hair and gentleness. You're not. He has no familiar outline and silhouette.
5, I know your heart, the moon sends acacia.
6, don't love, don't hate, don't be jealous, listen to the rain with an empty pen in the window.
7. May the piano be in the palace and the years be quiet.
8. I am willing to hold your hand and grow old with my son.
At present, I am weak, and I laugh at my seas running dry and rocks crumbling.
10, the wind is blowing, the water is still cold, and the warm wine is in the abdomen.
1 1, Jinghu Lake is green and low, and belle's eyebrows are deep in front of her account. Who is waiting for your return?
12, I am a shudder you never knew.
13, rouge tears, drunk for a hundred days, who is alone in the empty city?
14, in the twilight, dim and dark, shallow v. Yun Jian, hand in hand with wheatgrass.
15, Qionghua was drunk and shed tears in Shili Pavilion.
16, who fiddled with the string in the middle of the night? Who left tears on the phoenix pillow? Who saw the butterfly and closed the window? Who is sour when sweeping leaves? Who is sighing in the dry place? Who is angry when people are quiet? Who keeps wine and tears moist? Who is still talking? Who wants to talk first and then cry? Who wants to sing the broken string of guzheng? Sing a love song, swallow a mouthful of acacia, write a quiet word, and send away sorrow; Twist a red leaf and dye your thoughts.
17, I am easy to get old, my sideburns are spotted first, and I am alone. Several times, the drunkard's intention was not to look for flowers, but he was worried and resentful. But sitting in front of the mirror of the dresser, people are thin and beautiful, and it is difficult to draw eyebrows lightly. I want to try my best to live and hurt, but who is speechless? The dream is still there, and the soul is broken. This feeling is hard to dissipate. Beautiful and graceful, even though the scenery is beautiful, how can you be lazy, silent and sigh silently?
18, I hope to pick up a pure white warm fragrance like gardenia in the golden years. If Yao sleeve dances with streamers, I will sing a soft farewell song for you on the shallow steps of the quiet misty rain platform ... Now, walking on lonely paper, the little scarlet letter of the wild goose becomes more and more desolate under the dim light of the red candle shadow. I tried my plum makeup skillfully. Maybe my constant yearning for many years is only dancing in your dreams.
19. Find a predestined relationship flower and weave a cocoon in it. My world, my joys and sorrows, are only related to myself. Ink makes me sad and my thoughts are scattered. One day, the thread of missing will give me a blank sheet of paper. Sorrow is like a dream, and rain knocks on the heartstrings. One day, a broken umbrella will give me sunshine and warmth. Water rhyme lingering, leisurely and comfortable. One day, the trace of lost water will give me. Thank you for your lingering, hand over the mountains and rivers, and then break the cocoon into a butterfly, only in your heart.
20. If Sansheng has been carving stone for a lifetime, why is Sansheng stone still changing? If life in the past was not enough for you and me, why are there bonuses today? If, in this life, the other side of this shore is not worth cherishing, why look at the moonlight and clear your tears and wet your face? Once the Peach Blossom Road has been in full bloom, and how many passers-by linger, but who can solve the mystery of flowers? Flowers are scattered all over the world, and how many flowers have been scattered, and there is no one waiting to see them!
2 1, there are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood. I don't know.
22. Did you ever know that it was too late to get to know each other when the bright moon shone on the water? The east wind has gone, but we met a hundred years later. I hate it, but I don't know why.
23. You have become a person of another era. If you don't write poetry, you will travel far away drunk. You said that spring is easy to waste, so let's meet earlier.
24. Looking at the autumn cliff, the past is silent; Fog, rain and wind all follow it and worry about it silently.
25. The mirror didn't find the room until it couldn't be opened.
26, the center hides it, when to forget it.
What I haven't seen is the legendary kind-hearted person. What I haven't seen is love at first sight, which is passed down from mouth to mouth. Everything I have never seen, after meeting you, has become what I once had.
28, sitting in the fleeting water chestnut, with warm sadness, gently telling the pain in my heart. Endless words, endless feelings. Sighing the fleeting time and singing the vicissitudes of life, the fallen leaves in autumn and the summer injury of tea will eventually become a permanent freeze, and the unbreakable' will always be the world of mortals'. Cut out the western window candle and light a stick of incense. Don't say forever, how far is forever? It's just a snap of your fingers.
29, cherish a dream for a lifetime, two people are destined to envy two Hong, three markets lose three lives.
30. Who will hold up the umbrella of Green Touch to protect my life in Chang 'an?
3 1, ivy and moss are all over the long stone steps, still waiting for the quiet years in the wooden chairs.
32. In the field of dreams, she painted at the gate and drew a landscape of people.
33, you taste tea, but also remember the Tang and Song Dynasties, and your heart is a little cinnabar.
34. Even if a person is old, even if the water is blue, even if it is loud, it will hurt.
What worries me most is whether I love you or not, and whether this uncertain love for me still exists.
I am sorry that I am not a vegetable, but I also have my own thoughts and feelings.
37. Your eyes reflect bright light under the flash, and the only word that comes to mind is colorful.
38. Don't want to be sad, don't want to cry, and be curious about things you shouldn't see.
39. The dead posture of the rose climbs over the scattered black and white scales and sings the feelings promised by fate.
40. You never know how strong you are until being strong is your only choice.