Second, I am young, and I am young.

3. There is a breeze at the seaside, and the wind is waiting for you.

Fourth, the stranger is like jade, and the son is unparalleled.

Five, I will be happy all my life, just for you.

Six, a person, a city, a lifetime of heartache.

Use my broken bone to protect you from harm.

Eight, there is no arrogance in the upper position and no worries in the lower position.

Nine, read the May poetry book, send the beauty warm wine.

Ten, the world is like chess, the bystander is clear, and the authorities are fascinated.

11. Is it possible to put on ten miles of red makeup when it is green?

Twelve, if you live in a dream, don't be less and less, it is better to meet.

Thirteen, smile for a thousand years, and know a gentleman several times.

Fourteen, above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in either place.

Fifteen, the world is safe and secure, and it does not bear the responsibility of the Tathagata.

Sixteen, just because I feel that you are looking back, it reminds me of your dynasty and dusk.

Seventeen, if you are in the world, you will accompany your mother to the world.

Eighteen, surprised to break the wind and cloud of eight thousand miles, pick up the lamp to see that the green frost is not hidden.

Time did not stop, but you forgot to take me away.

Twenty, tearful eyes ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Twenty one. I know this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

Twenty-two, walking together is fate, and walking together is happiness.

Twenty-three, tears sealed, life is only difficult to die.

Twenty-four, the wide land is broken, and the prosperity is exhausted.

25. If I am destined to be lonely all my life, I wish you happiness all your life.

Twenty-six, if life is difficult to meet him, only death can make you know each other.

Twenty-seven, endless past events, unforgettable floating three thousand.

Twenty-eight, time goes by, love fades, and people who love each other disperse.

Twenty-nine, the previous life hated the king, and this life was black and blue.

Thirty, the evening breeze blows the white hair between your temples and smoothes the scars left by memory.

Thirty-one, the month is not the past month, and spring is not the past spring. Only this body is the past.

Thirty-two, after waiting for a thousand years, it is enough for me to see you look back and smile.

33. You are my unexpected third life, and I would like to be your knowledge.

Thirty-four years, more than ten years, Acacia added two Jin of yellow rice wine, only to say my favorite sentence.

Thirty-five, a thousand years have passed, and a smile, for a long time, is a flick of a finger.

Thirty-six, a year of spring scenery, whose peach blossom is red. Looking back, who did you meet?

Thirty-seven, you mourn for me, and I promise you a picturesque life and be a family all your life.

Thirty-eight, how can the beauty in this world be compared with the girl who looks like a spring breeze?

A flower, a world, a leaf, a sigh, a person's life.

Forty, people are like the bright moon, and their wrists are frozen with frost and snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.

Forty-one, the past is dark, the color is clear, and it is light. After years of sorrow and joy, it is as pure as a mirror.

Forty-two, if you persist in an idea, you will be trapped in an idea; Once you put it down, it's in your heart.

Forty-three, autumn goes and spring comes, who pities the wind and lotus in Quyuan, and the flowers are white, but there are vacancies.

Forty-four, from the monarch, the mirror is dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

Forty-five, still water flows deeply, singing songs; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Forty-six, I hope my son will meet a lover and marry a wife in the future, and my old age will also break my homesickness.

47. Light a lamp and listen to the lonely flute all night. It takes three or four rounds to wait for a person.

Forty-eight, the past was covered by the fleeting time, fleeting, and hastily cast a touch of sadness.

Forty-nine, how do you know that your heart is still hot if you don't hold it? When you meet each other, you might as well light the lights and shine on the mountains and rivers.

Fifty, you say, ten miles of peach blossoms, two people and one horse, and then worship the prosperous times, life and death have nothing to say.

Fifty-one, the shower at the top of the building hinders the spring scenery, the famous flowers and frost swords fall to serve the country, and the poor grass is covered by blue clouds.

Fifty-two, watching cherry blossoms bloom all over the sky, floating teenagers, who draw who see, who write who are attached?

Fifty-three, everyone wants to be together until the end of time. It's just an old dream.

Fifty-four, turn around, a ray of cold fragrance is far away, and the snow is deep and smiling. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

Fifty-five, ten years of life and death are two boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.

Fifty-six, the heart is slightly moving, but the feelings are far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, everything is wrong, and the past cannot be traced.

Fifty-seven years old, as beautiful as flowers and as pure as jade, the enemy is no match for the fleeting time. If the heart is like a rock, it can't beat the clouds.

58. I am just a choice in your life, but you are the only answer in my life.

Fifty-nine, long strips, countless fireworks, you look back with the light; Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

Sixty, a thought of flowers, a thought of flowers falling, this world is long and far away, and ultimately we have to go on our own.

Sixty-one, even if the world laughs at my infatuation for thousands of years, I will wait for you to come back from watching the sea year after year.

Sixty-two, who is it, chasing me all my life on the road to death; who is it? Keep my lifelong promise on Naihe Bridge.

Sixty-three, see flowers in the fog, who always waits. Looking at the moon from the balcony, there is no end to time.

Sixty-four, don't blow the gentle wind all your life, don't miss the Anhe Bridge all your life, and don't want to accompany you all your life. Don't forget your promise when you come back.

Sixty-five, time flies, people know that flowers and snow melt into another autumn. The hair has changed to white head. Who knows how many times to look back in my life?

Sixty-six, waving the courtyard, why the spring breeze enters the curtain. In the deep court, the door is full of agarwood, and no one returns to the ground.

Sixty-seven, even if it is not satisfactory, it is worthy of the heart. You can't look back all your life and forget the road ahead.

Sixty-eight, illusory and boundless, once met, I will never forget it. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?

Sixty-nine, people who don't know a word but are very poetic will get the poet's real interest; A person who has Zen but does not participate will realize the mystery of Zen.

Seventy, four machines, Yuanyang weaving to Qi Fei, poor old man first white, spring grass, deep in Han Xiao, relatively bathed in red.

Seventy-one, I just want to protect the people around me, if I was born with sin. Then kill a piece of pure land and stop killing.

Seventy-two changes, clinging to the old, imprisoned time and space, and suddenly came to the end of time. At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.

Seventy-three, flashy life, forget a season. Empty memories disturb the lingering. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. String, thinking about China.

Seventy-four, it snowed a few times in Tiaoyun Tianchi. Changhong sent the bright moon in an instant and looked back in an instant. The two choked together and sent them like water.

Seventy-five, Mei Xue without a trace, I boiled wine and drank this cup of warmth, but I heard your new words and old sentences, and I loved him deeply.

Seventy-six, the setting sun is heartless, the moonlight is lonely and drunk, and the night is speechless and loses face; A dreamer, the soul of a desolate cliff corner, gallops alone in the galaxy.

Seventy-seven, do not love worldly glitz, do not write the world of mortals, do not sigh that the world is cold, do not make people sad. Look at the flowers, wait for the flowers to fall, be warm and cold, and be as clean as ever.

Seventy-eight, keep your side, draw in my heart, no one can take it away, even the first photo, even the years, tampered with my beauty, you are still the old, affectionate teenager.

Seventy-nine, eyebrows become pets, and hope that the country will be beautiful; Waiting for the moon in the breeze, I asked several times with a warm smile; A love that consumes everything, who wants to return to spring as soon as possible; How many times can a beautiful woman like a beautiful woman last? Scattered into dust, I only saw the sparrow's sad dusk.

Eighty, that year is like a dream, who will bloom in the dream. Recalling the fleeting time, the trance-like moment returned to yesterday. Just like a dream provides a moment of sadness, fireworks burn out years of sadness. Today is like a dream. I wish I could go back to yesterday. A stranger misses the Chinese New Year.

Eighty-one, on the world of mortals, a person walks, green radish blows her skirt, Qingyun wets her promise, mountains and rivers can be forgotten in pairs, and nothing can happen between the sun and the moon. At that time, there was only one person's floating world, and one person's small water flowed forever.

Eighty-two, sunset glow, afterglow, ancient peach blossoms, countless romantic lingering. A long heart is hard to send a short note. Acacia drizzle, wood drizzle. Green gang wood, Bai Jiao rattan, beautiful scenery, drunk Shao Guang. Build with my son, sleep with my son. Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says.

Eighty-three, Cheng Chunyi dreamed of Qian Shan, haunted by dreams. Fahua Sanqiu drifted with the tide and looked back and found another spring. Who benefits from being a soldier and six horses in a foreign land? Dare to break the bitterness of secular desires and boldly break into the hearts of teenagers in all directions. With the dream of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, it is perfect to lose heart.

Eighty-four, sitting alone on a tall branch overlooking the pavilion building, the past has gone back, the colorful trees and snow cover up loneliness, and the long tail falls in a trance, and the world has seen people. On the first day, there was no cloud in Wan Li, and the sunflower bloomed. She bowed her head and looked shy. Everyone in the mountain knows that she returned to the scene to offer flowers to the sky.

Eighty-five, at that time, you were an ancient temple and I was a blue light; At that time, you were a fallen flower and I was an embroidered mother; At that time, you were akashi and I was a crescent moon; At that time, you were a strong man and I was a fine horse. The Buddha said that the five aggregates are empty, but this world of mortals is always full of many predestinations. Buddha enters the world of mortals, and the world of mortals is the Dojo.