Second, lonely boudoir, tender feelings and sorrow.
Third, lovesickness does not look at each other, and it is spring.
Fourth, I wish I could not go back to the time before the break.
Change your life with my three fireworks.
Sixth, count the traces, there are still pillows and capsules, as well as acacia.
Seven, the red candle returns, the embroidered curtain hangs, and the dream is long and I don't know.
Eight, when the flowers bloom, always look at the oriental monarch.
Nine, have a bosom friend, do not hesitate to sing Yangchun.
Ten, who expected that the knot of empathy could not be achieved and would be lovesick.
Eleven, an inch of acacia, nowhere in the world.
Twelve, the phoenix tree is raining, dripping at dusk.
13. However, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn, although my body does not have wings like the bright phoenix.
Fourteen, one is Xianpa in Yuen Long, and the other is immaculate jade.
Fifteen, don't lament for me, I don't know if the flowers fall and people die.
Sixteen, hold a cup for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a late photo for the flowers.
Seventeen, how can we avoid the sadness and hate of life, what is the limit of feelings!
Eighteen, today they paid me 100 thousand, and all I can bring you is a temple sacrifice.
Nineteen, this star seems to be not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the dark.
Twenty ladies in twelve rooms, dressed up during the day, looked at their master from their fairy cottage.
I am full of leisure just because I can do everything in the world.
Twenty-two, may have no intention of passing on two butterflies and paying for the heart.
Twenty-three, you can't see in the shadow, you follow the will of the light.
Twenty-four, Jun An Youxi entered Qin, willing to follow you as a shadow.
Twenty-five, you ask the return date is undecided, the evening rain rose autumn pool.
Twenty-six, how can we live together without dying?
Twenty-seven, affectionate Since ancient times, the origin of good dreams is the easiest to wake up.
Twenty-eight The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
Twenty-nine, it is advisable to have immortals, hold Suyun Yellow Crane, and have fun with you.
Thirty, when the flowers are silent, the city gate is closed, and the beauty stands side by side with Qiong Xuan.
At the age of thirty-one, I suddenly saw the strange willow color and regretted teaching my husband to find a seal.
Thirty-two, think long, hate long, hate until the time comes.
Thirty-three, spring to Qiu Lai acacia, autumn to spring less information.
Thirty-four, the most can't stay in the world, Zhu Yan's ci is beautiful.
Thirty-five, the dream is broken and the heart is broken, and the horn blows plum blossoms.
Thirty-six, if you want to send a colorful ruler, where the mountains are long and where the water is wide.
Thirty-seven, I don't know each other at this time. May China take care of you month by month.
38. Think about the past and think about the future, and the sun sets. It was just ordinary at that time.
Thirty-nine, Baihua embroidery is ingenious, only Yuanyang embroidery can't.
Forty, until acacia is useless, sadness is madness.
41. How much is Acacia? The ends of the earth are not long.
Forty-two, acacia has no words, don't waste your tears on flowers.
Forty-three, the acacia tree says acacia, and Shiro hates Mandy.
Forty-four, acacia meets, and it is embarrassing at this time.
Forty-five, bonuses are easy to decline, such as Lang Yi, and the water flow is infinite.
Forty-six, this is the sorrow that all mankind must know. A poor couple is sad.
Forty-seven, also a bowl of ruthless tears, I hate not to meet before scraping.
Forty-eight, ask how the world is, teach people life and death.
Forty-nine, young women in boudoir don't know how to worry, put on makeup in spring and go to Cuilou.
50. Life must be carpe diem, you know? It's easy to get cold feet
5 1. Everything has a price, and the price of happiness is pain.
Fifty-two, affectionate since ancient times idle hate, this hate] infinite.
Fifty-three, hate each other and get drunk late is the leading edge, and the wind and rain are shaky.
Fifty-four, after the bleak farewell, they should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment under the moon.
Fifty-five, sentimental since ancient times, which is more comparable, cold autumn festival.
Fifty-six, this situation cannot be eliminated, only under the brow, but in my heart.
Fifty-seven, flowers bloom and fall, flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
Fifty-eight, Xiao Xuan window, grooming, caring, but tears flow thousands of lines.
Fifty-nine, it is easy to die without that dust, and the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.
60. Who travels around the world without a box of masks these days?
People on both sides of the Taiwan Strait collect red beans after a light rain and raise their hands at the bottom of the tree.
Sixty-two, the heart has a tiger, sniffing roses. After the feast, I was in tears.
Sixty-three, the sea, except Wushan. Take a flower back to accompany the monk and the gentleman.
Sixty-four, looking at the sun and the moon, thinking about it. The cloud of Tao is in the distance. Can Yi Yun come?
Sixty-five, Ying Ying's heart, how many spring scenery, do you know? Don't fight with red makeup.
Sixty-six, there are beautiful women in the north, peerless and independent. Take care of the city first, then the country.
Sixty-seven, you gave birth to me, I gave birth to you, I am old, I hate being born at the same time, and hello every day.
Sixty-eight, the beauty cries and dances, and the real dragon is also a mouse and a tiger.
Sixty-nine, pillow barrier smoked stove embroidered curtain, bitter acacia at the end of the year, apricot flowers and bright moon should know.
Seventy, when those red berries come in spring, they blush on your southern branches. May you bear more pain as a symbol of our love.
Seventy-one, since you are out, who knows the mirror? I miss you like a dragon, and I hear sobbing.
Seventy-two, since the monarch, the mirror is dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?
Seventy-three, the Milky Way is open in the sky, and the two worlds of acacia come. Magpie builds a bridge between love and righteousness, and rain says goodbye to sorrow.
Seventy-four, still water flows deeply, singing and singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Seventy-five, loneliness is not born, but from the moment you fall in love with someone.
Seventy-six, love broke the night sky, love was met by autumn wind, love was hurt, tears were crying.
Seventy-seven, dear, now, you are by my side, but we can't love each other in the sun.
78. I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
Seventy-nine, the missed years have bloomed in the desert in the north, but they are deserted in the spring and summer of reincarnation.
Eighty, enter my acacia door, know my acacia, acacia is like a memory, and acacia is infinite.
Eighty-one, just for him to give up the ideal city and go to unknown life and death at dawn.
Eighty-two, cold wind bleak cry, cold rain without tears; Pedestrians only hear the sound of wind and rain, but they don't know that someone is crying at night.
Eighty-three, once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. I'm lazy to look back next class, partly because of training and partly because of.
Eighty-four, wash and dress, and lean on Wangjianglou alone. After all, this is not Qian Fan, and there is water everywhere, and I am heartbroken in Baipingzhou.
Eighty-five, tears asked the flowers silently, and saw scattered flowers falling all over the ground. Don't walk in the rain at night, looking forward to the dawn of the night.
86. Beauty is always silly, and sympathy is not cheap. Just because I can do everything in the world, I am full of leisure troubles.
The Laka tree matured in two, and the mandarin ducks died side by side. A chaste woman is loved by her husband in a life as faithful as theirs. What kind of stormy waves can annoy a soul like water in an eternal well? .
Eighty-eight, red lotus root fragrance, jade. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Eighty-nine, flowers from Shui Piao to the water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure, this situation can be eliminated, just to frown, but to my heart.
Ninety, parents heard that women came and went out to help Guo; As soon as Sister A heard that Sister Mei was coming, she had to cut her red makeup. When I heard my sister coming, I sharpened my knife at pigs and sheep.
9 1. Memory is like water poured in the palm of your hand. Whether you open it or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow through your fingers drop by drop.
92. If you don't look back, why don't you forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
93. How did you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
94. Silent night, lonely people, wandering in the mood, staying up late, looking out the window, the cold wind blowing, adding desolation, the stars in the sky accompany me to sleep.
Ninety-five, evil! I want to know you and live a long life. Mountains have no edges, rivers are endless, there is lightning in winter and rain and snow in summer. Heaven and earth are one, but they dare to separate from you.
96 or 10 years, life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, desolate with nowhere to talk about. Even if we meet, we should be ignorant, dusty and cold.
Ninety-seven, one is Xianpa in Yuen Long and the other is flawless jade. If there is no strange fate, I will meet him again in this life; If you say there is a strange fate, how can you be worried?