As you can see, she made a mess for you, and her clothes were a little crimson.

Flying flowers and floating flocs. Dress and dance. How many feelings are flying.

Wide sleeves and clouds. The fingers of the piano are compressed. Clear water lotus leaves are noisy.

The bamboo shadow is mottled and the water is empty, and the indus deep courtyard locks in the clear autumn.

Eternal love seems to meet again, and new sadness has become a hoary head.

If only you knew I would do it for you.

If you know how good I am willing to give my life for you.

Ten years of cold window, nine to eight thoughts of acacia, forget the past.

An old friend, two glasses of old wine, three thoughts about lifelong love.

Drink old wine and taste new wine. Forget the past, get drunk on your pillow and watch the sunset.

Regardless of good and evil, arguing with each other is just a common thing.

You are a guest in the cloud, and I take a boat from the sky.

You are from Hangzhou. I used to go fishing.

If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

The most beautiful is Tang poetry, which lingers for a lifetime.

The most painful, but very lonely.

Quiet, flowers like the moon, missing, never retreat.

Night, who is cold, never changes, unconsciously.

You are a dream that can't be awakened by the west wind, and you are a wine that can't be swallowed with tears.

Your heart is broken, you dare not forget it, you are willing to gouge out your heart and don't want to let go.

Use your life and never give up.

With you for generations, no regrets.

I dreamed that she was painting at the gate, depicting a landscape family.

In her dream, she played a beautiful string and played a bald teenager.

Don't suffer. Zeng Xiao's suffering is like an erosion of the soul. He can't bear to part with that fleeting time.

Mo Liyan and where will you go interpreted the injury as a passer-by.

Wild geese fall flat sand, smoke cages are cold, and Gu Lei breaks.

The green hills are faint, the leaves are rustling, and the crows in the sky are chaotic.

Listen to the wind and watch the rain, laugh at the misty rain and the red dust.

Drink and sing, get drunk and say let it be mine.

I've been thinking, I'm confused about who it is.

The night is hard to disappear, and music is like a dream.

Chrysanthemum, wine, sweet-scented osmanthus and fragrant incense swept the rivers and lakes in Tsing Yi.

The eyebrows hidden in the sleeves are frosted, and the whole body is cold and shocking.

The wind and frost between the eyebrows is like a sheath for ten years.

There is no hope in the eyes, like a sword, breaking the half-life feud.

I don't talk nonsense, how can I deserve your high-heeled black silk.

I am not vicious, how can I deserve your charm.

Things are prosperous, bit by bit, countless times.

Gone with the times, the troubled and unclear past.

In the Jianghu, I wanted to sing the world with my sword.

People are destined to wander in the rivers and lakes. It is also said that the bamboo building is at the foot of Nanshan.

Flying flowers are floating, dresses are dancing, and how many feelings are flying.

Sleeves are flowing, fingers are condensed and clear water is floating.

In the forest, there are butterflies, curtains and swallows.

Green trees and moss, half sunset, think more.

Pale ink and light color, leaves half open, sighing. Green tea companion, broken pen belongs to residual petal.

Zhu Mo is colorful, the picture scroll unfolds slowly, and the scenery is beautiful. Writing in fine print, the pen is magnificent.

The sunset was silent. Lonely and speechless. Dig a hole and bend it. Looking at it, it's endless.

It is raining heavily tonight. I raised my glass in dismay. This life can only be like this. Meet again in a dream

Let the heart burn into a fire, burn through this silence and cover the world with ashes.

Let the efforts converge into a river, the bubble will surge, and then there will be no aftermath.

Poetry and books teach close reading and draw pictures of romantic figures.

Take your hand from your steps, put on a cloak and snow, and embark on the road of impermanence.

Red beans are dyed red with blood, but I still listen to the rain outside the window, and the rain hits the red beans.

Farewell tactic, fu has been ridiculous, a moment fiddling with jade Jue tears, such as scattered, broken poetry.

This feeling is nothing more than fireworks. I love to pour a thousand cups away from wine, and I will take a light sleep.

Jinghu Lake is low in green clouds, and the belle thrushes in front of her account. Who is waiting for your return?

Together, we made a promise of the end of time.

We sang love songs with the seas running dry and the rocks crumbling.

* * * Drink a cup of green tea and grind a bowl of green sand.

Roll up the veil and look at the crescent moon in the sky.

If you don't speak out of turn, you will fail me.

I don't promise easily, so I don't disappoint people.

You stared at my face in the afterlife by Sandu River.

I planted Mantuo, and Luo Rang has a deep memory of past lives.

Everything is bright, green core, spring dew and moonlight are carried repeatedly.

When the snow first overflowed, cherry blossoms floated around and went boating in the lake.

Write a preface for you. You are as charming as a pear flower.

Sing a song for you, and you smile.

Red candle * * * Who is the silhouette? A toast. A lingering drink. In this life, this life is Fu Junxin.

Return empty-handed. Long night. Ask who to accompany. This person has this heart. I just want to be with you.

Flocculent wind sends you to sleep, clear water is still cold, and warm wine makes you passionate.

Flowers bloom all over the wall, just in the spring, picking begonia and mandarin ducks.

I like that you are so happy in your dreams.

I like you very much and am crazy about you.

No waves, no mountains, no people.

No memory, no thoughts, no feelings.

You are a scar that I can't get rid of when I drown in the deep sea.

You are the wound I hit on the south wall.

Sunset, indifference to the end of the world.

At half past dawn, the light dust stays alone in the empty house.

The breeze is not drunk, and the west moon is busy with pear blossoms.

Blue light never goes out, pens drag, pillows scrape, and books are bleak for a hundred days. You should be elegant.

Your face caught my eye.

I heard your voice.

If the years are long and carefree, and the rings are long, it seems unstoppable.

It's not an illusion to say I love you and set a time to come back to your life.

Make a fire in the tent, make tea in the mountains and make wine by the river.

Under the moon, under my father's tree, flowers smell clouds before drunken cranes.

I heard the sound of the sea crying, just like misty clouds.

I saw the weeping face of the sea, just like the weakness of catkins.

No matter how perfect the information is, it is not your husband after all.

No matter how good the screen name is, it is not your wife after all.

Eternal land is always worn away by the rotation of time.

Everlasting is erased bit by bit in the passage of time.

Drums are blaring, iron hoofs are stepping on the ground, halberds are flying, and swords are stained with blood.

Climb nine statues, get the world, get glory, lose cinnabar, lose her.

Can someone help me with my arm? Unparalleled for thousands of years.

Who can pour my heart, an inch of land is like vanity.

How to persuade people to return to Buddha in Zen bell? In exchange for tears, I fell to the West Lake in March.

But I know that previous lives were carved in stone. If Jiayuan has a dream, how many people will get it?

Fate meets, no chance to get together, the ends of the earth, I hope to remember each other.

Knowing each other is lucky, but being together is not lucky. The sky is vast and the moon is bright, and it lasts forever.

The lonely mountain has no guests, no trips, no songs, no strings and no bamboo.

There is no tea, no wine, no words, no loneliness.

Crimson cherry, who once fascinated.

Yin Xue, who dazzles now.

Who holds me in my arms and warms my half-life loneliness?

Who holds my hand and melts my half-life cream?

Beauty, emptiness, sadness. Broken thin wall, full moon.

The night is dim and the wind is swaying. Flowers are as colorful as blood.

Looking at the world of mortals, I have experienced ups and downs.

Quietly watching Brahma Tianxiang wash away the ups and downs of my life.

The south wind dreams of not returning.

I hope to spend the rest of my life with you.

Fold a peach blossom, but dislike the Jia Jian she gave you.

Who accompanied you to this world but forgot to promise her a home?

Waiting for an encounter, leisurely and elegant, walking on the screen, drinking a glass of wine.

Have a gentle and affectionate dream and hide it in your heart. When you leave sadness, don't hate it.

Look at the plum branches, look at the lotus branches, and a wisp of fragrance is written into the poem, spotless.

I miss you, I am afraid, I feel sad and sorry, and I am helpless.

If you can, please don't forget to be together.

If you can, don't be at arm's length and regret it.

I love you like a bird in the deep forest.

I love you like a stream holding my feet.

Ten years of cold window, nine to eight thoughts of acacia, forget the past.

An old friend, two glasses of old wine, three thoughts about lifelong love.

Passing clouds and smoke, flowing water produces flowers, how much I worry about the present.

In the command room, people are all wrong, and human feelings are hard to break.

The purple account is a finger and a cry, which is hard to forget.

Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent.

You protected me for a hundred years.

I promise you, you will never change your life.