1. Your journey will never see my old age again.

2. Use my three thousand pens and inks to paint you a charming city for the rest of your life.

3. Spend the rest of your life peacefully. Self-aware.

4. How can a good person become a cold person? I miss my old friend in the old city.

5. Give her a prosperous life and watch a fireworks show with her.

6. There is love and infatuation in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

7. Go out and look up to the sky and laugh. How can I be a Penghao person?

8. You are polite, but you blame me for being sentimental.

Nine or ten years, love passes through for hundreds of years, and I can’t bear to miss you until I stop.

10. Three thousand strands of snow at dawn and dusk are nothing more than deep love and self-delusion.

11. In the three lifetimes of floating life, I have three loves: the sun, the moon and you.

12. It’s useless to miss lovesickness, but to be melancholy is pure madness.

13. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It is embarrassing at this time and this night.

14. The clothes are getting wider and wider, but I don’t regret it at all. I feel haggard because of the beauty.

Fifteen. Raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking, the snow falls, and you feel one year old in confusion.

16. In a dream, she was painting under the city, depicting a landscape and a family.

17. In those days, under the shade of drunken flowers, the beauty was instantly beautiful, and the water chestnuts shed tears of cinnabar.

18. There are countless memories of the past, and three thousand lives that cannot be forgotten.

19. Drinking the moon a thousand feet, falling in love in the silent night, it is difficult to express a single strand of love.

20. At that time, the young man wore a thin spring shirt, riding a horse and leaning on the bridge, and the whole building was full of red sleeves.

21. The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is blowing lightly. Reliving old dreams, old friends have passed away.

22. In the vastness of time and space, in the vast sea of ??people, when I meet you, don’t miss it and don’t forget it.

Twenty-three, the jianjia is green and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side.

24. After we said goodbye, I had several misty dreams, holding hands as if they were nothing, and tears splashing on the flowers.

25. You are the one who led me to retreat in this peaceful and prosperous time.

26. I have read through three thousand poems in scriptures, but there is not a single word about you.

Twenty-seven, if the present and the past are separated, they will be separated forever. The Cangshan Mountain is covered with snow, and the floating life is at rest.

28. If time is like fireworks, can you watch the dazzling splendor with me?

Twenty-nine, turning around under the tea mountain and looking back by the bamboo sea, it is my entire youth.

Thirty, I want to wander around in the world, with no place to fall; I see all kinds of red and purple, and the eyes turn to gray.

Thirty-one, time is too thin, the gaps between fingers are too wide, a casual glance, years have passed.

32. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch from generation to generation.

Thirty-three, who sends me mountains and rivers one journey after another, who keeps me wind and snow one after another.

Thirty-four. What can't be defeated is the passing of time. The country has already decided for you and me to say goodbye forever.

Thirty-five, time flies by and fireworks easily get cold. I am willing to hold my hand and watch the river flow eastward.

Thirty-six. The depth of the sea in humanity is not even half as deep as lovesickness. There is still an end to the sea water, and there is no limit to the longing for love.

Thirty-seven. The Supreme Buddha is here to greet the secular world. You are the destined person under the umbrella. If I get you, I will never give up.

Thirty-eight, I hope that in the next life, I will achieve Bodhi. The body is like glass, clear inside and outside, pure and flawless.

Thirty-nine, when I wake up, you will be on my left bank, holding hands, waiting for a peach blossom.

Forty, the vast smoke and water, the empty reincarnation, carve a period of elegance into thousands of good stories.

41. You said that the blue water and the coriander stayed together with the white hair; later, the green hair turned into snow, and the care was wasted.

42. The smoke and waves are flowing on the other side, but someone is looking for me. There are three thousand people on the other side, but someone can cross me.

43. I was shocked to realize that I didn’t show my lovesickness. It turned out that it was just because it was deep in my bones. I didn’t know where it started.

44. Not everything in the world must be divided into black and white. It is so important for you and me to let go.

Forty-five, I lean against the apple wood and stop talking. It has nothing to do with your tricks. I am showing off to the sunrise at dawn.

Forty-six. The thatched cottage is my home, and I would like to spend half my life in glitz, with a wisp of cooking smoke covering the clouds, and a roll of clear wine and words.

Forty-seven, under the moon in Chang'an, in the rainy alleys in the south of the Yangtze River, in the desert, in the grand scenery of the Western Regions, the mountains and rivers in the world are no match for you.

Forty-eight, I began to miss the desolate years and the splendid rivers and lakes that I once held in my hands.

Forty-nine, the song of the king is bathed in the moon, and the dance of the concubine is soaked in the sun. Without singing and dancing, I sigh in vain, but I can only look at the sun and moon in Chang'an.

Fifty, looking at flowers in the mist, who is getting old and waiting? Looking at the moon from the tower, I can't see the end of the world.

51. I have no regrets about entering China in this life. In the next life, I will still be a flower gardener. I hope that I can see you rule the world in my lifetime.

Fifty-two, I live in Chang'an, with lights and flowers. The moonlight is thick, who can see the flowers in the water and moon mirror, dancing in a charming way.

Fifty-three. There are three kinds of people: one loves them all their lives, one is lonely all their lives, and one forgets love and hate and never sees each other.

Fifty-four, the world is full of turmoil in my generation, and the years are rushing me as soon as I enter the world; the emperor's hegemony talks and laughs, and I can't bear the drunkenness of life.

Fifty-five, spring flowers can withstand several degrees of frost, who can stand alone with the autumn moon? If infatuation meets true love, the colorful butterflies will turn into red makeup.

Fifty-six, the illusion is vast, and once you meet, you will never forget it. It doesn't matter if you don't know the master, smile when you meet him.

Fifty-seven. Xu Yisheng is innocent and innocent. Bronze separates the years. In these ten years of life and death, who can sigh that the youth of this life will be annihilated.

58. In the old alleys of Chang'an, how long can the red walls be whitewashed? The floating catkins and remaining leaves are washed away by the water. Only one can know the ups and downs of the cold, warm and ups and downs.

Fifty-nine, long songs should be cried, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds.

60. May you have peace for the rest of your life, a smile on your lips, and a good fate with him. May I not miss the past and wait for time and not be an infatuated young man.

Sixty-one. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, and where will the bustling music and songs fall? Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

Sixty-two, lightly holding the cloud fan, walking lightly, angry and angry, Guerlain beauty, one day, you will return from the world, and you will smile all over the world for you.

Sixty-three. Looking back, your face is just one glance, thousands of rivers and mountains, just one glance, blue and yellow springs, just one glance, and it will never change in this life.

Sixty-four, perhaps, parting is just a journey in this life, but the tenderness of three lives and three lives is my love in this life, without regrets or resentment.

Sixty-five, the night is still young, where are the words of desolation, farewell on the Xixi grass, and we will never forget each other from now on. When the world is over again, I will drink wine with you and talk about the vicissitudes of life.

Sixty-six, who cut the time into fireworks, and saw all the prosperity in an instant. Who turned my thoughts into waves, turned around, and wandered around the world.

Sixty-seven. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch for generations; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.

Sixty-eight, that year, by the Tingyu Bridge, there was a drop of rain, a season, a tear, a lake of heart, a flower, a world, a person, and a city.

Sixty-nine, reading in a young age is like gazing at the moon through a gap, reading in middle age is like looking at the moon in a courtyard, and reading in old age is like playing with the moon on the stage. The shallowness and depth of experience are all based on the shallowness and depth of experience.

Seventy, the maple forest is dyed with fire, the beautiful pot sings to the moon, and the long song leans against the building. Year after year, in front of the flowers and under the moon, there is a statue of fragrant wine. The red lotuses are falling from the water, but the only sound is the jade chime, but the feeling remains the same.

Seventy-one. I am confused when I come and I am confused when I go. I walk through the world for once. Who was I before I was born and who am I after I was born? It would be better not to come or go, and there would be no joy. No sorrow.

72. Keep your face in my heart. No one can take it away. Even if the years change my beauty, you will still be the passionate young man you were in the past.

Seventy-three, whose past is as beautiful as a flower, full of prosperity, blooming for a while, just for your attention. It's just that your departure makes the ending sad, the flowers bloom and fade, and the whole season becomes sad.