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

Those who know me say that I am worried; those who do not 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.

Acacia is echoed by the sound of winding beams, and the ruthless 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 are falling on the shore, and the grass and trees are deep in front of Wang Xietang. . Just like the Eighteen pagodas, it seems that you will die for one person by default.

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.

Young people don’t know sorrow, and they are gentle when they see it. 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 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.

The dream of rejuvenation has no one to care about the ruined 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, just 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.

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

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

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

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Love is difficult, but love is connected. I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals. It is difficult to distinguish the fate of this life and the next.

The flowers gradually become charming.

Recalling thoughts is like a flowing wooden horse. The alliance sings and the memories are unforgettable, like the rising water, the hibiscus falls and breaks the heart

The moon melts in the cherry blossom 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 thread of floor push; ten fingers, twisting needles and stroking 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.

We will meet you in this life and this life, and we will never leave you hand in hand.

Love is all things, and there is no need for promises. After several spring and autumn years, it has already weakened.

One stitch embroiders the mist and rain, one stitch looks across the mountain and smiles seductively without saying a word. One stitch embroiders the butterfly, its lonely shadow is broken. Another stitch leaves the fallen leaves, thinking who embroiders the tears in my heart

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

╰丶三生三世, Who is drunk by beauty

A few paragraphs of lamentation, several lifetimes of joys and sorrows, laughter, my fate is up to me

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

How many people understand how to feel melancholy when you are drunk in a red building? After a night of fun, sober up, don't talk.

The prosperity of our 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 to Xishi 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 mausoleums, 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 bravery 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 once missed my love and it was difficult to change it, and all I gave was not true love.

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

丶╰つ゛□ It's as light as the wind and the flowers have fallen asleep , A moment of prosperous love

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

A stone stands on the bank of the Forgotten River, a well points to 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 still 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.

A girl worth a thousand pieces of money looks back at the golden steps, 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 to express the true feelings in the heart

The persistent flowers have fallen, and the lonely and sad fleeting years have faded.

It rained all night, and I was too sad. I felt so empty and lonely in my heart, just like rain on 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?

Having a half cup of mandarin ducks will not make you lonely.