Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.

Prosperity is like a dream, and autumn leaves fall

I don't know how long a day will be ten years later, but I didn't feel the shortness of life until I woke up.

Listening to one of your songs, pipa is a heartstring.

Acacia falls into the city of love by the sound of the beam. The city has no doors, 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. Like eighteen pagodas, it seems that you are alone by default.

May god grant me love; Till death do us part

-Just 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 when they look back, the world turns gray.

Don't let inexplicable pain infect our emotions again.

☆ Flowers bloom and fall mercilessly, and you lead a drunken life.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is 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.

Dream back to spring, no one cares about the flowers and the willows.

Hold your hand, drift from place to place, accompany you to tears, always accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you, accompany you.

Before dusk, I swear to you for a long time, and after I pass out, I will be with you. I hope I won't waste the love of my life. I won't hate having a lover.

How much beauty is worn away and how much lovesickness is broken. Leaving only blood and ink to watch the crying.

☆ Who let the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred?

With my three fireworks, I will confuse you forever.

It's hard to fall in love, but it's hard to tell the difference between this life and the next.

The chaotic flowers gradually confused the eyes.

Memories such as streamers, horses, horses, groups, songs, unforgettable memories, such as water rising and hibiscus falling, breaking people's intestines.

The cherry blossom courtyard melts the moon, and there is a faint wind in Meitang.

Su Shui, dreaming of the east wind laughing and flying; Xiangsi, wrapped in rain, was pushed by the floor; Fingers, twisting needles, caressing yarn and accompanying embroidery.

The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

Meet you in this life, never give up, and work together.

Love is everything, no commitment is needed. Several degrees in spring and autumn have weakened.

A needle embroidered misty rain, mini, a needle smiled across the mountain without a word, an eyebrow embroidered butterfly, a needle fell, thinking who embroidered tears in my heart.

A little cinnabar between the eyebrows, leaving only blood-stained ink

╰丶丶丶, who is drunk for beauty?

Several sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me.

Who should be robbed by whom, who has been obsessed.

Drunk in the red chamber, how many people know melancholy? One-night fling, sober, not talking about love.

The prosperity of the old country is no longer today, and Chang' an Tianque has been transformed. I feel very tired at night and I hate it every year.

Yong zhaojun can't return to the ring, and the grass is like smoke beyond the Great Wall. I still hate the moon in Han Palace and keep taking photos of Hu Tian.

What do you hate about Xi Shifu Tea? What do you admire about it? I wish I didn't know Fan Li. I'm still a yarn spinner.

Heaven and earth merge without mountains and tombs, that is, we must dare to break with the monarch.

The new wound will cover the old wound, and the old wound can't be covered or repaired. Only courage is the only self-help weapon.

The wind is very cold at night, and I don't want to close the window, which can always remind me not to think about you, even in my sleep.

It's a mess. It's all flowers. Ask what can be done? It disturbed my heart.

No matter how beautiful the pencil is, it is gray.

I used to miss my love, but I don't love it anymore.

The heart is dry, and the spring breeze is a falling flower. Half a cup of Yuanyang flies away, and a pair of phoenixes is sent to the world.

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If I use a foot of silk thread, can I get the love of your life?

A stone stands by the forgotten river, a well indicates the afterlife, a familiar figure and a face, and the afterlife is a beautiful city.

Turning around, a wisp of Leng Xiang was far away, the snow was deep and the smile was shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

It's dusk, and the moon is like the first time. I invited the moon to live in the depths of Su Mountain. The hero belongs to me, and my blood turns to dust and dirt, just for a glimpse of you.

If you don't change your daughter, you will look back at her with golden steps, and the vermilion on your forehead will touch wormwood.

Young and ignorant know everything, and the plot begins again and again.

How can you write your heart when the ink is straight, cold and hot?

The persistent flowers 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 we depend on each other, why should we?

Half a cup of mandarin duck, not lonely.

2. When will the signature of China's classical philosophical personality return to the West, from the East to the sea? A lazy youth, a lousy age. (Han Yuefu's "Long Songs")

One hundred studies must be identified first. (Zhu)

The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.

If you have good knowledge, you can get it in a proper way, but if you accumulate it in a proper way, you can get it in a proper way. (Su Shi)

Be knowledgeable, interrogate, think carefully, distinguish clearly and persist. (Book of Rites)

If you don't climb the mountain, you don't know the height of the sky; Don't face the deep stream, I don't know the thickness of the ground. ("Xunzi")

If you are poor, you will change, and if you change, you will pass. (Book of Changes)

An old frontiersman loses his horse—a blessing in disguise. (Huai Nanzi)

Turn on the light at night, and it's time for men to get angry at five o'clock. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young. (Yan Zhenqing)

Scholars have a long way to go to strive for self-improvement. (Analects of Confucius)