That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again. Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger. My heart is moving, but I feel far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced. Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life is a mistake, which will only increase fruitless resentment.
Aestheticism recalls shame, opens a poem and reads a withered poem. One word is incense, one is graceful and restrained, and the other is colorful dance and huachi. One night is like a lifetime, and one day has mixed feelings. Subtle beauty and charm, smile and look back.
Ignore me or ignore me, and I will be there quietly. You know, or you don't know, my heart is there, neither too cold nor too hot. You hurt me, or you didn't, and your hand was there, not loose. Whether you marry me or not, love is always there, neither humble nor supercilious. Missing is your injury. It hurts if you don't come often. If you don't know each other when you meet, it's better not to know each other at the beginning. When the flowers bloom, it's boring to smile and worry.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die. Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Shengshi, how to drink a glass of wine against me! Let bygones be bygones. If you don't laugh, don't get drunk once. Memories are boundless and poppies smell sweet. Snow enters the window, and there is no moon and no sorrow tonight. Who picked up the snowflake! Who is crazy about beauty! Somebody drink a pot of moonlight! Who is three feet drunk and worried! Tears dissolve the snow, just like the fleeting time has lost its youth. Raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow, and be at a loss for another year ... only sigh that Iraqis have gone, and the rest of my life is endless.
The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the dark star gradually disappears, which comforts the heart for a lifetime. Pale paper and sharp nib have helped me to be displaced all my life. Walking on a song, smiling again and again, a cloud, a gust of wind, a star, a month, a piece of paper, a pen, a person, a world, facing the bustling world, when I woke up, I was only sad and didn't speak for a long time. Who will accompany who in the world, who will solve whose sad face?
Willow, pear white, where to touch acacia? Autumn rain is cool, chrysanthemum is yellow, where to worry about being a cold window. Chat happily, forget the past, where a wisp of fragrant soul went. Spring breeze comes and goes, where is the hope? Time is like quicksand, even if it looks picturesque, it can be somewhat elegant. Autumn frost has passed, winter snow has fallen, and it is beautiful and charming. Where can I miss the scenery of that year?
Each of us is a traveler in the world of mortals. Who do you have a crush on? Who broke your heart for you? Looking back and smiling, who was the most beautiful meeting? The world is flashy and fleeting. It is said that home is a warm harbor, but how many homes can there really be in the world? The vast sea of people, who are you staying for? Who is waiting for you? How long can the scenery of the hidden moon be treasured?
Endless Tianya Road, endless sadness, no exit, no curtain. This involves when the love of a lifetime will end, so why not let the night become desolate, let Hua Shao leave and let you slip away from my heart? Never worry about it. At the farewell intersection, you are still walking smartly, and I still feel that I am still water and not afraid of rapids.
A mountain cannot be separated from acacia, and a horizon cannot be separated from silence. I miss you with my life, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, bury myself in the mountains, listen to the trickle, and the breeze dances with the fallen flowers! Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading the love of my world.
Aesthetic archaism 1, who finally broke the string, the flowers fell on his shoulders, and he was in a trance. 2, how many beauties have been broken, and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood, tears and ink. 3, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me. 4. Let him know everything and smile at you. 5, send you a song, don't ask the end of the song.
Aesthetic ancient style 1. There are countless kinds of prosperity, I hope I can't wear love. Inextricably linked, soft-hearted, dusty, laughing, and luxuriously dressed. It's hard to give up, but it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and then it becomes sand between your fingers. It is better to live forever, forget each other, go home, see the green hills looming, run all the way, and look at the horizon. 3. the fragrance is floating. After the flowers fall, it is not necessarily peaceful.
Beautiful ancient style 1, the flowers in the dream are all gone, this feeling is not over, this meaning is unforgettable, although the string is broken, the song is still young. 2, as beautiful as flowers and as beautiful as jade, as water flies, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. 3. Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, or maybe it's the fate in the next life. It is wrong to meet in this life, and it will only increase fruitless resentment. 4, a flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.
To be together, it is difficult to look at each other, and everyone is heartbroken; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.