1. Personal signature of ancient Chinese

I am lucky to get it, but I am destined to lose it.

Those who know me say that I am worried; those who don’t know me say that I want nothing.

The prosperity is like a dream, and the autumn leaves are falling

Ten years do not know how long a day is, but when you wake up from a dream, you realize that life is short

Listen to a song, The pipa ties the heartstrings.

The sound of lovesickness echoes around the beams, and the heartless sound falls in the city of love. There is no door eight feet tall in the city, and the world of mortals has been tossed around me all my life.

Flowers and rain fall on the shore. One after another, the grass and trees in front of Wang Xietang are deep. Just like the Eighteen pagodas, it seems that you have acquiesced in the death of one person.

I wish to win the heart of one person and stay together forever

- Just for one person. Throughout his life.

Things are different and people are not the same. Everything stops. If you want to speak, you will shed tears first.

Writing a pen to decorate the years, sighing at the end of the world with a smile. When spring comes, things are moisturized, and life should be free and easy.

A young man doesn’t know sorrow, and his eyes are tender. When Mu Ran looks back, the world is stained with white hair.

Don’t let inexplicable pain infect our emotions.

╰ Flowers bloom and fall without mercy, drunken in life and death, drunk in the world of mortals

On the night of the Lantern Festival last year, the lights in the flower market were as bright as day. On the top of the willow tree in the moonlight, people meet at dusk. On Yuan Ye this year, the moon and lights are still the same. I can't see anyone from last year, and my spring shirt sleeves are filled with tears.

Dreaming of rejuvenation, no one cares about the fallen flowers and willows.

Holding the hand of the king, wandering away, bringing tears with you, staying together for the whole life, separation, separation, and injury. Parting is difficult to break, like tears

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I vow to stay with you forever before nightfall, and we will stay together after nightfall. I hope you will love me forever, and I will never hate my lover if you give up your love.

How many beauties are haggard, and how many lovesicknesses are broken. . Only the blood is stained with ink and the family is crying

╰Who broke the string in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and you were confused

Use me to create fireworks for three times to return your confusion for the rest of your life

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Love is difficult but we are in love with each other. I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. It is difficult to distinguish the fate of this life and the next life

The flowers gradually become charming

The long memories are like a flowing Trojan horse The alliance sings softly and the memories are unforgettable, like rising water, hibiscus trees fall and break the heart

The cherry blossoms melt into the moon in the courtyard, and the dark plum pond has a gentle breeze.

Su Shui, dreaming of east wind and smiling flowers flying; fragrant silk, wrapping the rain with a trace of the floor push; ten fingers, twisting the needle and caressing the yarn to accompany Su embroidery

The fate of the world has always been like water, it is rare to cry, why Spend your whole life? Don't be sentimental, love will hurt yourself.

When I meet you in this life and this life, we will never leave you and hold hands together.

Love is all things and does not require promises. After several spring and autumn years, it has already weakened.

One stitch brings out mist and rain, one stitch looks across the mountain and smiles seductively without saying a word. One stitch embroiders the butterfly’s lonely shadow and shatters. Another stitch leaves falling, thinking who embroidered the tears in my heart

A little cinnabar between the eyebrows, Only blood stains the ink

╰丶Three lives and three lives, who is drunk by beauty

Several paragraphs of lamentation and several lifetimes of joys and sorrows make me laugh, my fate is up to me

Who accepts someone's calamity and becomes someone's obsession.

How many people understand the feeling of melancholy and melancholy in a red building? After a night of fun, sober up, don't talk

The prosperity of the motherland is no longer what it is today, and the Tianque in Chang'an has changed its appearance. I feel miserable day and night, and I feel regret every year.

I can't return home even if I chant Zhaojun's ring, and the grass outside the wall is like smoke. I still hate the moon in the Han Palace, which always shines on Hu Tian

What hatred can there be in chanting Xi Shi Fu Chai, and what kindness can there be in seducing a lowly person. I wish I could still be a Huansha native without knowing Fan Li.

Mountains have no tombs, heaven and earth are in harmony, so I dare to be with you.

New wounds cover old wounds, which cannot be covered and cannot be repaired. Only courage is the only weapon to save oneself.

The wind at night is very cold, but I don’t want to close the windows. This can always remind me that I don’t miss you anymore, even in my sleep.

The sky is messy and full of flowers. How can you ask? It really disturbs my heart.

No matter how beautiful the pencil drawing is, it is still gray

I used to be in love and it was difficult to change, and it was not true love that was given in vain.

The whole knot is a withered tree, and the spring breeze on a person's face is the falling flower. Half a cup of mandarin ducks fly away, and a twin phoenix is ??sent to the end of the world

丶╰つ゛□ As light as the flowers have fallen asleep in the wind , A fleeting and prosperous love

Can I use a foot of silk thread to exchange for your lifelong love?

A stone stands on the bank of the Forgotten River, a well indicates the afterlife, a familiar figure jumps down happily, a face that will be your king in the next life

Turn around, a ray of light The cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Would you like to save me in the next life?

The sky is already dusk and the moon is as bright as ever. I invite the moon to live in the depths of the plain mountain. Who is the hero? It is me. My blood is turned into dust and dirt, just to give you a beautiful glimpse.

The beauty worth a thousand pieces of money looks back at the golden step, her brows are dotted with crimson wormwood

Young and ignorant, you know everything, and the plot starts over and over again.

The light ink is straight, sometimes cold, sometimes hot, how can I express the true feelings in my heart

The flowers that I held on to have fallen, and the fleeting years of loneliness and sorrow have faded.

It rains all night, and I feel too sad. I feel so lonely in my heart, so empty, like rain hitting the window;

Good mood and bad mood, there are What a pretense.

Listen, the midnight scream is so brilliant. Look, the neon rain tower is so plain. The reality of character and life is so sad. If we depend on each other, why bother?

Half a cup of mandarin duck, not lonely.