Laugh at the spring breeze, laugh at the spring breeze, laugh at the troubles of floating life. Asking if you want to go home, holding your sleeve, the clouds in the sky are calm with the wind. Drunk in the sunset, peach blossoms bloom, vaguely seeing your melancholy. Who set off the red candle * * * to make a glass of wine, lingering and drinking, this life, only Fu Junxin. How does the Buddhist language of Zen Bell persuade people to return to the West Lake to exchange tears? The new rain is fading in spring, so how can you lean on the fence and be silent? A song of destiny becomes a stumbling block, leaving a legend that makes anyone sigh. But how many people can have a beautiful dream until they carved it on a stone in their previous lives? Who wrote it but recorded his feelings in a book, only remembering the past years. The stars covered the moon, and only the cuckoo was crying and kept red. Love is stronger, the edge is like the wind, the brocade is slightly cold, and the cold sleeves help the sick. A long way to live together, a few hate parting, beautiful scenery, treat people with pity. Next to Hong Qiang, jade people burn incense, their childhood is broken, and they marry and admire Yuanyang. When the water is poor, sit and watch Yun Qi, the spring breeze and the green willows.
Drunk in the moon and fascinated by flowers, dreaming in the boudoir, watching the spring breeze begin, the pool is sad. You don't have to go home if you go out for no reason and get drunk in the West Tianyangguan. A willow tree will turn you into a hero's tear. You asked me when I would come back, but I haven't set a time limit. Thousands of miles of fog let you walk and live in it. So I've been following your path all my life. I stand alone on the edge of clouds and water, looking at you, the person I can't ask, the frostbitten flowers are blooming in my palm.
I've been singing this song all my life, and I'll wait for you to make peace after I fade away. Look at the clouds and waves on the cliff, the wind rustling on the cliff, and the pear blossoms are still falling as they were then. The purple account is a finger and a cry, which is hard to forget. Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent. Heaven asked Qin Cang's sword, who does Iraqis care about? What is the disappointment of a gentleman when a mountain complains about a barren land? The sword rises with misty peaks. In the distance, you can see the smoke falling from the kitchen, the flowers falling and dying, and the dream is like Long song. The dream is wet and empty, and residual leakage is shocked by knocking at the clouds frequently. A cup of turbid wine is ugly and the world of mortals is thorough. A person leaned against the bar, deserted. The heart remains the same, tears are on the sleeves. Do you know Iraq in the distance? Far away, I heard this familiar melody and sang softly. Accompany me through the storm. It's raining all over the sky, and I, Ling Bo, see the seven dragons flying. Say goodbye to Longjiang, and don't miss Sun Chu, Egret Island and grass everywhere. Qixia misty clouds, green hills and white clouds, Tao Mochou, but countless tears. I will change the glory of the world for a paper book. After reading it, I won't look back with a smile. I spread thousands of beads all the way, and when I woke up, it was already dust. The Qinhuai River is cool, the stone bridge is swaying, and the thrush is flying in the rain and falls on his window frame.
In the previous life, Wuyi Lane was empty, and the osmanthus trees in the north wall were full of flames. The gate is broken, shout, where is he? Enemies outside the hospital are crazy, and new makeup is put on in the hospital.
Ling Hua's bronze mirror is cool, adding fragrance to the eyebrows, leaving the daylights out. I just hope you are healthy.
Get drunk with him, peach blossoms fly, and secretly draw symbols on your face. Qi Mei bent down and smiled, and the wedding blew candles and hugged each other. Now she sang a sad voice far away from the plum rain. White temples are wrinkled, bamboo sticks are long in hand, birds are hissing, and the north wind is barren, leaving only the eyebrow line company commander. On a cold night, fireworks were burning, and he looked at the lights again. Shiqiao was a stranger, but she was not there.
The food is light and the tea is cold, the lights are extinguished, and a pair of thrush birds are worse than eyebrows.
Butterflies can't fly in an instant, but the beauty in dreams has changed. Turn the track of time, tea in full bloom, as if the air is filled with your breath. Playing the piano with sleeves, the seven strings are exquisite, and the rain is hazy on the reed boat. Fingers are red, drunk and smiling, and the moon is in Long song.
Put the wine in the breeze, pour a glass and drink it as much as you can. Golden times, a song is broken,
Cherish the fleeting time, have you traveled all over the world? During the Spring Festival, she lived alone in the Forbidden City. The setting sun is slanting, and the flowers are idle, facing the moon.
In memory of three thousand years of floating dreams. As soon as the wind blows, whoever spreads the ruler in the sky will be lonely for whom in the world. Knowing that you are drunk, the beauty sings water and flies south with tears in her eyes. The red yarn hangs down, speechless and choking. You don't know, but the spring breeze turned Yu Pei white. You and I are destined to meet in troubled times, and we can talk to each other about the changes in the world of mortals. At night, the voice outside the window, the candle shadow shines on the dream soul, until I know I am alone. Thousands of lights. Incomplete stone carving, who to tell, joys and sorrows. The sword grinds in the yellow sand, and the song of the fortress has already been sung.
Jathyapple, Zi Gui heartbroken, holding your hand, holding your son together. Time passes, loneliness flows, how can you forget each other, the vastness of your face. Snuff was injured and fell to the ground one after another. When he came home, the mountains were vast and foggy. The shadows are in pairs, but it's a pity that the two places have been exhausted and they are buried alone. I recall from a distance that Tolingi first met one year ago.
Looking back tonight, it's already the world of mortals. Peach blossoms and laughter in the spring breeze are hard to find. Where are you together? How can you be together? How charming the country is, everyone laughs at it, and the yellow sand is overwhelming. Who is the hero? Pointing the way, holding a sword, the horseshoe is broken, and the frost and fog are hazy. How can flowers wither before the dust flies and the willow falls? Who makes the world full of dance? Only take the setting sun upstairs, and the rest are quiet. A line of white geese is far away at dusk, when yellow flowers are everywhere in autumn.
Surprise, sigh, ups and downs, like a dream flowing east. Things in the world are as melancholy as they are, and the old tour in Hengtang, Mo Wen. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
The rain turns to ink, the little hair is cool, and the three pools are full of water. The wind has passed, thousands of birds fly south, the mountains and rivers are old, and the misty rain is gradually drifting away. Looking back again, the official of the Sixth Bridge, he * * * me, smiled and stepped on the merits. Draw an axis, the iron fan is white by day, looking at the world of mortals, blooming like bamboo shoots, and the night is like me.
In winter, it is covered with snow, and the plum blossoms bloom and fall. Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring? If you make up your mind, you will die of lovesickness. The ungrateful people in the world don't know the word acacia. Beautiful gait, Han and Chu contend for a swan song. The imperial concubine is drunk and laughing, and the matchmaker is pretty. I can't get enough of the peach blossoms and the heavy rain through the green hills.
Xiao Wu San, light red drunk Luochuan. When the peach blossom is near the water in February, the green silk in the stream turns around endlessly, and the dream of floating life is * * * joys and sorrows. Three peach blossoms are painted into a fan, and the drizzle is falling. People can't sing alone, and they are homesick.
Who did Luo Hong shed four sighs for? For several nights, the blue lantern was lit for the monarch, but before that, everyone in this door was watching. After a hundred nights, who turns the lantern for me, who leans against the door to watch the fireworks for thousands of years. There are few stars at night, who holds the lamp for me and who waits for the loneliness of the Millennium by leaning against the door alone. Looking back suddenly, who wasted my life for me and who kept the Millennium promise by the door. The walls are covered with vines, and the prosperity is lost. How can the smoke willow of the past be like yesterday? I miss you, become a candle, and my tears are burning. In the past, Tang Yan drifted today. After seeing Qian Fan, I can see the ebb and flow of the tide, but I don't remember this feeling as a legend. You don't know who used clouds to get together, but you hate coming back from the Spring Festival Evening. Looking back, standing on the bridge and looking up, I only saw peach blossoms flying all over the sky. Ten miles of lotus flowers reflect the lake light, and a Linggeman sings. Wandering alone, jade leaks a few longer, where to think about life. A cavity of love and hate, a joys and sorrows, a volume of history, a dusty and vicissitudes. After a long separation, since ancient times, I have been hurt by hatred, and the flute has broken my heart. In the past, rivers of blood flowed, and mountains and rivers dreamed through the ages. Changfeng rolls yellow sand, heroes sigh desolation, and don't ask who rises and falls in the world. Years laugh at me too crazy, so it doesn't matter whether I win or lose in the end.
The stage of life is the most dusty place, with many flowers everywhere. Finger through the bluest willow branches in the morning and find loyalty in the gorgeous peony. At that moment, everyone is looking forward to getting old quickly ... life is only a short moment. If you can remember those most beautiful moments, the years will solidify. That era has flown away from me, and those people will never come back, and all kinds of lovesickness are in vain. No matter how close I get, I always feel like a passer-by. Rivers are thousands of miles away, and there are clouds in Wan Li. She is like a lamp, and beauty illuminates his life.
He is a wound, and she would rather have it all her life. She arrogantly killed all his vitality, cut off his retreat, forced him to give up his resistance and let her kill him. Originally, there were colorful flowers everywhere, which seemed to be for the broken well and the broken wall. Love is an illusion of going back and forth. I gave it to you and you gave it back to me. I can't let go, and the love I decided by fate can't escape, which is destined to be a sad honor. So-let me die for you, please bury me here and wait for next spring, and you will redeem me with your life. In the biting rain, the rotten grass turned into a firefly, flashing her resentment. The old emperor was very sad after listening to the rain all night in Jiange. He loves her and even thinks that their love will last forever. Will eternal love end with death, or will it continue with death? Two people not only separated from Qianshan, but also separated from life and death, and came together with firm belief. Blood splashes are used as peach blossom fans, which are fresher than branches. A world of joys and sorrows. Where are two people going? The end of a dynasty is like a dream. On the ruins, a dynasty wakes up like a dream.
The setting sun is flowing, rising and falling in an instant. The world of mortals is so enchanting, so lush, so scrawled. Qinhuai River looked on coldly, took a break and went boating. It has nothing to do with the farewell, and it has nothing to do with the rise and fall of human feelings. Every balcony, every pavilion, every short bridge, every willow bottom, weeping willows. Such a farewell scene is staged every day. In the sound of gongs and drums, everyone gets together to make fun, forget their worries and then forget their country. She suddenly saw the brilliance and ferocity of generate, which eclipsed her man. Although he is a Tibetan, he also cuts eyebrows and paints for moths. Time passed behind me. This man is old and looks old. In her life, she has always been restless, not only between men, but also between nations. She stood quietly with a pipa. Slowly, gently, seriously, like a whisper. Until, the vast moonlight grows grass. Until, the beauty disappeared in the Qing tombs. She closed her eyes and put her troubles behind her, knowing that she didn't have to belong to anyone anymore. Thousands of sorrows turn into still water, and girls are on the shore of Xiangxi, raising their bright faces. She set foot on the jade pass and ran to the end of the world without hesitation. The end of the world is her home. Moonlight hung over her cold figure, the murmur of pipa sounded, and she was swallowed up in a huge palace. Or, for you, my existence is so insignificant. At the beginning, her heart was higher than the sky and her life was thinner than paper. I'm afraid he will complain about rain and clouds. Their story, from the beginning, was shrouded in the shadow of premature death. His unintentional smile can reverse the seasons and turn winter into spring, and his unintentional attention can revive dead trees. Since eternity is within reach and close at hand, she believes that the eternity she seeks is hidden in fireworks. He felt like a broken branch, falling to the ground, wrapped in the wind, and didn't know where to go. She played with sex and men, but she didn't sink into it. In a sharp, minute, you can see the blood in your throat. Only he is an innocent fool. There has never been real peace between men and women. All peace is to cover up the blood and pain in forgetting disputes. Who will believe this superficial conversation all his life? The whole life is just a lie to please yourself and time. I'm worried about a bird chirping. I'm unlucky. In spring, the fragrant souls fly away one by one. I stayed alone on the boat that stayed overnight, holding candles and playing the piano. The moonlight fell on the bow, like a scratch in his heart. Life is the process of collision and handover between the inner world and the real world. Sometimes I'm happy. Sometimes it's tragic. Get what you want or die. Fade out of the prosperity of this world, and then hide behind the reincarnation. In an instant, knowing it, you need endless love for life.
A night of snow has passed, and the day has come, and the flying snowflakes are still falling in front of my eyes. Suddenly, my heart is so barren. The world is trembling under its feet, devastated and only painful. He suddenly wanted to laugh and burst into tears. Although Meng Shan is in love, it has become empty. In the long memory, I stared at you with nervous and secretly pleased eyes for ten thousand years.
Waiting to meet you again, but expecting never to meet again. Because my heart, once as bright as a rose, has withered and withered before your love for her. Being cheated by someone you love should be a pain that can't be washed away by reincarnation.
A scam born of love, and finally ended because of whose selfishness and intense music. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Once you fall in love with someone, you will run under the bridge and there is no way out. Looking for marriage in the world is not to be born on the same day in the same year, but to die on the same day in the same year. The water waves in the pond are floating and rippling, just like a beautiful woman's shy smile. It's just the wrong time to expose the morning dew to the butterfly.