When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

The beauty grows old in the morning and the flowers fall, and people die without knowing it.

Still water flows deep, and the Cangsheng plays songs; when the clouds and sunny days come and go, there are joys and sorrows in the morning.

The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.

Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies by like a fleeting time. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.

As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

The delicate fingers light up Huaxiao’s cloud dream.

With tears in her eyes, she asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come, if your heart is ups and downs, you will smile and feel at ease.

The moon is with the stars, the stars are with the moon, the stars are twinkling, the moon is infatuated, the flowers are drunk and the butterflies are in love with the flowers, the butterflies are dancing gracefully, and the flowers are beautiful.

The flowers in the dream have all fallen, but the feeling is still lingering. The meaning is unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the music is still singing.

The wind swept over the treetops, and the petals fell to the ground, becoming the remnants of the season.

The world is drunk, and drunkenness leads to dreams and love. The world is crazy, and infatuation leads to love without regret.

Ask who is looking at each other in despair.

Many years later, you will walk through the tavern in an alley in a distant foreign land, and the lantern will not be extinguished

It is impossible to know what kind of beauty the white flowers, trees and clothes will look like under the moonlight

In the old days, I gathered with my friends under the tree to drink and play music. The boy in white later died

When the apricot tree bloomed, its snow-white branches trembled slightly in the wind. You mentioned it in the poem

For me, if you are not by my side, what is the use of these thousands of miles of mountains and rivers

We parted ways and went our separate ways, sighing that the green plum trees will be late to return

Even if it is unavoidable to violate destiny, I will let you be at ease.

Willful? I give the world to let you run wild.

I would kill someone, but I would die with your look in my eyes.

If you go first, I will accompany you on the journey of reincarnation.

I would like to accompany you from blue and white clothes to the age of seventy.

I release the paper kite to illuminate the clear sky, and the paper kite wants to break the rope towards the clouds

I shed tears of sadness, How many times are you alone and alone?

How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesicknesses are broken, but only the blood stained with ink and the incense left to cry on the graves.

Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and I was in a trance

The beautiful phantom, only the beautiful ancient moon can be seen.

Your eyes are very much like peony, but they are not as beautiful as peony.

You listen to me practice this song outside the door, and I will prepare a raincoat for you.

In the dream, she paints landscapes and people's homes under the city

The pear vortex has a rainy mouth and a smile. The pear vortex has a shallow face and a pretty face

Waiting for all the flowers and flowers to be gone. , Accompany you in solitude.

In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.

Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrowing country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and the shadows were startling.

There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy for you, but you don’t know it.

Read more than a thousand lines of poetry and hundreds of volumes of scripture. The pen and ink articles are vast, but no one reads them.

The lonely goose wants to return to the south, and its relatives are scattered across the world. In the end, I ended up in an empty courtyard, drinking from a can alone.

The lights in Kyoto are dim and the fields in Dongcheng are dry. The frost on my temples is white, and I am stumbling forward. I still want to get rid of the soil.

You said that meeting someone else is an unforgettable fate in this life. Now that you are so safe, how can you talk about separation.

If I can change my days from bitter tea to plain water, I will guard the city for the rest of my life and my family will grow old.

Farewell to the stars and the moon at dawn, the pear blossoms are cool in the night rain, and the long misty rain and dreams are sad, when will the first buds sprout.

A few moons are rising, and the shadow of the candle in the west window is single. You won't return the green shirt after washing it off, but no one will see the red makeup.

Jingmen is suffering and sad, and it is difficult to leave the hometown. In the coming year, I will return home to Huangliang Man, and the leaves of Chi Mugwort will be fresh.

You said that this time you are so ambitious that you are flying across the examination room. Later, I heard the sounds and sounds, the poetry and the wine were debauched.

You said that the summer solstice is still young, and you bring your child with red makeup. Later, he became a suave and happy gambling house.

The flowers smile in the deep spring, the thick leaves in autumn are sad, the moonlight curtain dreams at night, and the love in the spring breeze.

The moon, with its gentle footsteps, dances with the fragrance of the night.

It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand at midnight.

The years of life and death are vast, without thinking and unforgettable. A lonely tomb thousands of miles away, with no place to express desolation.

In the desolate scene, there is your most beautiful shadow, the beauty refers to the quicksand, and the old age.

Who is surprised by Hua Cong’s glance back? As elegant as water, when we met under the moon, who did we join hands with? That life promised.

The autumn wind passes through the dust, between the clouds and the water, silent and silent, staying in the world of mortals, waiting for the agreement.

When the flowers bloom in the season, the fragrance is fragrant on the streets, when the season is sad and resentful, the pillow is hurt.

The flowers wither and the dream is desolate, the beauty is beautiful, and the beauty is gone forever.

Sichuan clouds and water, flowers on the other side, the fleeting years are scattered on the fingertips, the shadows are broken and the thoughts are scattered, the wind and flowers are everywhere, and they are chanted and sung into a song.

I wanted to get up and leave, but my shadow fell into the world.

The past is thick and light, the color is as clear, and it has become light. After years of sorrow and joy, it is as clear as a mirror, and it has become quiet.

That year, beside the Tingyu Bridge, there were drops of rain, seasons, tears, a lake in the heart, flowers, a world, a person, and a city.

Quietly watch the time and wait for the passage of time.

The heart-to-heart encounter, the origin of this life, and the feeling of attachment are like falling flowers like running water. When you look back, the years are still peaceful, and that peace is like the smile of one flower towards another flower.

The light rain sweeps away the dust in the heart, and the breeze blows away the red flowers on the road. In this way, the heart has no shore here, and the person has no limit in the world.

As autumn passes and spring comes, who will pity the wind and lotus in Quyuan?

Who has walked through whose youth, leaving a smile; who has stayed in whose flower season, warming my thoughts; who has disappeared from whose rainy season, and has been flooded with tears.

The broken flowers are like a dream, falling all over the sky, dancing in confusion and heartbreaking, along the most beautiful scenery on the horizon.

The dust-free water threshold of the bamboo dock is full of love, and the lovesickness is far away from the city. The autumn clouds linger and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain.

Spring leaves and winter leaves me alone and sad. How many reincarnations of the sun, moon and stars are there? Who misses the charming shadows among the flowers? Who will accompany you in the world of mortals?

In the morning and evening, the clouds and rain are determined. The flowers and sun shine through the window and the plum blossoms are small, the snow wind sprinkles the rain and the willows are sparse. People sing in the evening and in the morning.

Hope to adopt.