2. Lonely boudoir, tender heart and a thousand strands of sorrow.

third, there is a parallel knife in the air, and it is difficult to cut away from sorrow.

fourth, talk about lovesickness with Linghua, and see who loses weight.

five, the mountain has no edges, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony, but I dare to break away from you.

6. If you don't see each other when you meet each other, how can you feel heartless?

Seventh, the fate of the capital has its own hatred, so the painting is far away.

8. ask about lovesickness, and when you look in the mirror, you will feel faint.

nine, a piece of spring sorrow, gradually blowing up, just like a spring cloud.

1. In the cold, only the available stars accompany the lonely night.

Xi. Ruthless bright moon, sentient beings return to dreams, and return to the secluded boudoir.

12. I miss you very much in the spring and autumn nights, and I am worried about seeing embroidered screens and lonely pillows.

XIII. I miss you in the dark, and there is nowhere to say it. I am melancholy at night.

14. Take a closer look at a beautiful branch, and your heart is as heavy as a bundle.

15. I can reward black magpies unintentionally, but I beg for clever silk from spiders.

XVI. As soon as I entered the Houmen Gate, it was as deep as the sea. Since then, Xiao Lang has been a passer-by.

XVII. People and days are empty, so why forget each other and laugh at each other?

eighteen, life is naturally infatuated, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon!

19. He should never be infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he is lovesick.

twenty, when * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.

twenty-one, poor bones beside the wuding river, still a dream girl!

twenty-two, I intend to say the date of return before I respect you, but I have to swallow it badly before I say anything about spring.

twenty-three, remembering you is like the west river, which flows east day and night without rest.

twenty-four, spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sorrowful.

twenty-five, the most beautiful thing in life is and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?!

Twenty-six, no flowers bloom in love, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.

twenty-seven, once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber.

twenty-eight, the most intimate feelings are always leaking, and the shadows are secretly moved.

twenty-nine, the Chu guest wants to hear Yao's grievances, and it's late at night in Xiaoxiang.

thirty, the breeze and the bright moon are bitter and homesick, and I have been in the army for more than ten years.

thirty-one, until you see all the flowers in Los Angeles, it is easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze at first.

thirty-two, a real warrior dares to face his face without makeup.

thirty-three, the cardamom ci works, the brothel dreams are good, and it is difficult to give affection.

thirty-four, the group of Yan's words are returned to Gunanxiang, and it is heartbreaking to miss the monarch and the guest.

thirty-five, the belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

thirty-six, the belt is getting wider and wider, but I don't regret it, and I am haggard for the people who have disappeared.

thirty-seven, the belt is gradually widened and will not be destroyed, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

thirty-eight. Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of snubbing the autumn festival.

thirty-nine. Affection hurts parting since ancient times, and it is even worse to neglect the Youth and Autumn Festival.

4. I'm not me. Turn around and walk away. It's not me in Suzhou.

forty-one, lovesickness has never been idle, and it takes time to curse you.

Forty-two, from now on, I will never dream of gratitude, and I will sit and admire Byakki Smoker.

forty-three, amorous feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse, snubbing the clear autumn festival.

forty-four, joys and sorrows are always ruthless, and they are dripping until dawn.

forty-five, if you want to give your heart to Yao Qin, there are few bosom friends, so who will listen to the broken string?

forty-six, this situation has nowhere to be eliminated, only to frown and go to my heart.

forty-seven, lights and stars, people's voices and songs are endless.

forty-eight, I am unlucky enough to say goodbye to my friends and ask if life is bleak everywhere.

forty-nine, it's not a sad thing to be disappointed with the jade flute to urge you to say goodbye, and to be fond of Lan Sao.

fifty, it is early that there are few residual red branches, and the flying catkins are ruthless, which makes people even more annoyed.

51. Who doesn't travel around the world with a box of masks these days?

fifty-two, I walked leisurely in the pavilion at night, only to be clear and clear, and I gradually felt hurt in spring and dusk.

fifty-three, people on both sides of the strait collect red beans after a slight rain, and the trees are slender and raise their hands.

fifty-four, if you have a tiger in your heart, smell the rose carefully. After the feast, I burst into tears.

fifty-five, I think of you far away, beyond the blue sky, and my eyes that once were sparkling, today is a fountain of tears.

fifty-six, compare the wings in the stubble days, and straighten the branches in the stubble. Nine days, this hate period!

fifty-seven, how many beauties are worn out, how many lovesickness pieces are broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry and bury in chaos.

fifty-eight, rouge tears, staying drunk, when heavy, naturally people grow up and hate water.

fifty-nine, humanity is deep, and it is not worth half of lovesickness. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.

6. You gave birth to me before I was born. I was old when I gave birth to you. I hate being born at the same time, and I am good to you every day.

sixty-one, every night, I miss you more, and the sad moon is dry, and I miss you.

sixty-two, how beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement, sitting deep in the eyebrow. Only see her tears wet her cheeks, do not know whether she hated or hate herself.

sixty-three, who are you? The pen-tip boy who misses you so much, turns into a song in the desolate road of the city.

sixty-four, who scattered the smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string break, break the 3 thousand infatuation.

sixty-five, the long street is full of fireworks. You look back with the light, the pavilion is short, and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.

sixty-six, people can never see through the mirror, but I mean a cloud of smoke, a thousand years in the world, like a moment.

sixty-seven, Dongli bar wine has dark fragrance and full sleeves after dusk. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum.

sixty-eight, Dongli bar wine has dark fragrance and full sleeves after dusk. Mo Tao is not ecstasy, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

sixty-nine, that we wished to fly in heaven, two birds with the wings of one, and to grow together on the earth, two branches of one tree.; Earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever!

7. There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge hides the sunset sail late. Remembering your heart is like the west river, which flows eastward day and night without rest.

seventy-one, wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone. After all, Qian Fan is not, and the afterglow is full of water, and Baipingzhou is heartbroken.

seventy-two, linglong dice Anhoudou, do you know how much you miss? Three feet Jiao Tong died for you, and this song will never play again.

seventy-three, time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. And the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away.

seventy-four, if I spoke first, would the days still be the same? At both ends of the water, we stood on the shore of each other.

seventy-five, I want to get to know you, the mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and lightning in winter shock the rain and snow in summer, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to say goodbye to you.

seventy-six, I've been waiting all my life, and I can't exchange your momentary gaze. There used to be a tall building with singing songs at night and dancing sleeves on it.

seventy-seven, melancholy Qingyuan charm, is a distant untouchable sadness, such as weiyun's lonely moon, can only look at the distance from the horizon.

seventy-eight, nine Wan Li sky, against the wind to make a shadow, who and * * *? A thousand years old Beidou, Yao Palace is cold and bitter, but if it is not a fairy couple, it will be a hundred years old.

seventy-nine, let sadness disappear in the world; Give love a vast blue sky, give love an endless grassland. Let that true love fill between you.

8. Don't write love words or poems. Who knows what's on your mind?

eighty-one, if you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter, and that I am lovesick for a long time, but I am lovesick for a short time. If I had known this, I would have been strangers at the beginning.

eighty-two, Bianshui River, Surabaya River, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, and Wu Shan is a little sad. Think long, hate long, hate to return to the time to rest, the moon people lean on the building.

eighty-three, maybe it's the marriage in the previous life or the fate of the next life. Meeting in this life only adds a fruitless grudge. One person is afraid of loneliness, and two people are afraid of disappointing.

eighty-four, who scattered the smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal ties. Listen to the string break, break the 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, oblivion, once the wind ripples. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

eighty-five, shorten each period, and live and die together. The spring site will follow this blank soil. Today I laugh at Yi, who will give it to me in the next year? The bleak Shouchun Building proves the fruit of Nirvana.

eighty-six, the moon, grown full now over the sea, Tianya * * * at this time. The people of love all hate the long night, sleepless nights and bring their loved ones to remembrance. Put out the candle to love this room full of moonlight, I wear clothes wandering deeply night dew cold. You can not hold the beautiful moonlight to you, only hope to meet you in dreamland.

eighty-seven, the desert is light and cold, and going to the small building, Xiao Yin rogue is like poverty. Looking back screen, light smoke, gurgling water, mood faint. Flying freely is as light as a dream. Boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks are hung on the curtain.

eighty-eight, even seven seas will dry up. Even Wan Li will fall apart. All kinds of where will you go in this world come and go like tides.