Are you busy? Don't ask me, I must be waiting for you when I'm not busy. Are you busy? I want to ask you what you are doing when you are not busy.

Your favorite song ended up a little messy. How can I pick it up?

obviously, you are not strangers, but you are more strangers than strangers.

some people can't help but pay attention when they say they don't care.

There will be a familiar name, and as soon as it is heard, my heart will be completely confused.

I left you and didn't hear any news about you or even care about me.

The tender world seems simple, but it is so complicated.

liking you is an absolute truth.

don't try to reach for something you know you can't reach.

anyway, as long as we don't let go, we can finally be together in the vast sea of people. If one day, you let go first, I will follow you firmly and watch you until I hold your hand again. Therefore, there will be no separation, no sadness and no betrayal.

my Sima, why don't you believe me? In this life, Zhao Qingzhi has only loved one person. Who do you think that is?

I, without wings, don't want to fly, and I, without sunshine, have no intention of blooming. Pale, look at a prosperous curtain, tired, tired, then a touch of night, parked in your heart.

I want to stand at the same height as him and really impress him, instead of just following him in his footsteps. I want to stand side by side with him, and I want to be qualified to stand with him.

I turned the whole world upside down just to straighten your reflection.

I'm not strong by nature. I long to love someone and be loved. It's just what I've been trying to pursue, and it scares me now.

You still look so young, as if you will never get old. And I seem to be old in an instant, from the time you were covered in blood. Or, already old. It just looks hard and strong, but in fact, in my heart, it has long been broken.

I will not hesitate to commit suicide even if there is the slightest possibility of not disappointing you.

there is nothing good about him, but no one can replace him.

lovesickness is opposite to spring. If you can't fly away from forgetting Sichuan, just drown in the sea of desire. Bite and hurt each other endlessly. That's all, that's all.

there is nothing wrong with life, only missing.

you said you tried, but you still can't forget him. I said you can't forget, but you don't want to forget.

which is more sad, never getting it or getting it and losing it?

I taught the person I like how to love, but it's a pity that the person he loves is not me.

I just want to create a river and lake for him, and go forward and backward with him in ups and downs. Even if I can only stand behind him, at least he will step back and fall into my arms.

He never got married until he was old. Anyone who knows him well knows that the title of the person he loves is the same as that of the passenger seat of his car. No one can touch it and it will always be empty. Or, it has already been filled.

I'll be back as soon as the peach blossoms fall.

are you lonely? Almost blurted out, and was swallowed back. I have never seen him before, but I want to cry when I see his face for the first time because I have always felt so lonely?

There is a genie in everyone's heart. Even if it is trampled to death, crushed, dried and ground to dust, it can't disappear, but there is always the right to get a little happiness.

He is used to patience. It doesn't matter what he suffers. What scares him is hope, which hurts people too much.

no matter how far away, you can go back.

I'm not afraid of going to hell. I'm afraid of not having you in hell.

Seventeen years have passed, like a nightmare that I can't wake up again and again. Fortunately, I finally opened my eyes and found that life was so peaceful and beautiful.

I'm not gay, but the person I love happens to be a man.

In hopeless love, the feeling of unrequited love is like choking in water.

I am me and you are you; Even if you are my noble shadow, I will not hesitate to step on you; I did this not because I hate you, but to keep you forever.

where is the fallen fairy, there is no one to accompany me to the white snail cup.

I ride out to the edge of town. I watch on the horizon, day after day, the chaos of the world.

buttonwood, it's raining in the middle of the night, and it's bitter to leave your feelings. A leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the light.

wax tears annoy the east wind, and the old base sleeps with new swallows.

living under a thatch roof, never wearing fragrant silk, she longs to arrange a marriage, but how could she dare?.

there is no limit to light cold and light rain, but it is difficult to manage without spring. What's wrong with being drunk for you? I'm afraid it will break people's intestines when I wake up.

since you came out, the mirror is dark. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why have you been poor?

a trickle of spring water touches dusk, and there is no place to miss.

I don't know if Silang hates mandy.

I sigh for a good dream, but I have nothing to show for it, and I sit gazing at the golden flower.

it's only after a leisurely stroll in the pavilion at night that it's clear and clear, and it's gradually hurting spring dusk.

heartbroken pieces are flying red, and no one cares, let alone persuade the crying warbler to stop.

borrow money from the tide pond to wash it away for you, General Yue, tears!

nothing scares you to death, but half your life is a dream.

two sentences in three years, one song and two tears.

it's a pity that the years are fleeting, and the trees are so sad and stormy! Ask who to invite those who are wearing red green singing girls, to wipe out the hero's frustrated tears for me!

it's easy to wither, but it's more ruthless.

the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.

it's sunny when the sun rises in the east and it rains in the west.

the bright moon building rests on its own, and the wine turns into homesickness and tears.

it's not as quiet as the dust on the night platform.

but before he could conquer, he was dead, and heroes have wept on their coats ever since.

I cry out from my heart for Xinfeng wine, to melt away my thousand woes.

who can complain about a loneliness? Foreword is always light.

it takes a long day to fight for sorrow.

tears drop when I return to your pearl, and I hate not meeting you before I get married.

Look, the flowers are heartbreaking, and listen, the years are seamless.

The independent small bridge is full of wind and sleeves, and the people in Pinglin Crescent return home.

The spring tide brings rain late and comes in a hurry, and no one crosses the river in the wild.

and down an island white with duckweed, comes the quiet of communion.

across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp. Alas, hear five more drums should go to morning roll call; Ride the horse to LANTAI, like the wind in the wind.

Let him be clear in everything, and laugh for you. Send a song to you, don't ask the people to get together at the end of the song.

parting from sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water.

when can you be bright and beautiful, once you wander, you can't find it.

flowers and bright willows are dark around the sky, and when you go to the city, you will go upstairs.

short dreams are still on the surface of the river, and old tears are spilled in Xizhou.

a good dream is hard to achieve. Who knows my feelings at this time? Tears in front of the pillow, rain in front of the curtain, dripping through the window.

the sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.

compare the wings in the stubble days, and prune the stubble. Nine days, this hate period!

I think for a long time and hate for a long time, and I hate it until I return. Yueming people lean on the building.

one inch of red heart is devoted to serving the country, and two lines of tears are devoted to homesickness.

who knows what's on your mind this year when you left Jiangnan alone?

heartbroken pieces are flying red, and no one cares, so who can tell the warbler to stop?

the bright moon doesn't know whether it is bitter or not, and it shines obliquely until it passes through Zhuhu.

how many tears can you hate and lean on?

how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, the wind in the city, plum yellow rain.

keep your face down with tears, and half frown with shame.

when the building is empty, the old flying swallow can talk.

Life is like a dream ring. In the story of old age, the joys and sorrows are interpreted one after another, how many memories are destroyed, and how much time is gone. Aestheticism, antiquity, sadness, heartache, heartbroken

Life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.

with a quiet voice and a broken makeup in the evening, who can fix the emerald cup? I cherish Zhu Yan when I linger, and I lean alone at dusk.

whose love for life and death is painted in the world of mortals? In the end, I can only keep the same face, which is a thousand years.

You are a poor man who lives by the river, and you are still a dream girl.

take your time with sake. whoever swallows tears and looks forward to it will call your name again.

when I think about it, Qian Shan, a thousand waters, disappears, and things change.

In the past, there were high-rise buildings that sang songs at night, and there were dancing sleeves on them.

I feel sad in Qin and Han Dynasties, and the scholar sighed deeply.

I don't know who to wait for, and who doesn't go back to the sky.

righteousness and bravery cover the sky, loyalty to the liver covers the ground, and no one in the world knows it.

Since parting, the sigh has never stopped. Berberis is born in spring, and it grows with each passing day.

today has hurt my heart even more, since yesterday had to throw me and bolt.

every year, no one sees the flowers, but they chase the spring out of the ditch.

Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn.

shadows are in pairs, but it's a pity that the two places have done their best and buried their bodies and hearts alone.

In the courtyard at dusk, I feel sad and anxious, and when I wake up, I feel sad about the past.

when a flute is on the floor, Xie Niang hangs in tears and stands before the wind.

The night ape in the maple tree broke her heart, and the girl Luo invited her in Shan Gui.

I don't regret the widening of my belt, and I am haggard for the people who have disappeared.

I began to miss the bleak years that I once held in my hand and the splendid rivers and lakes.

seeing the autumn wind in Luoyang city, I am afraid that I will not be able to say it in a hurry if I want to repeat the meaning of the book, and pedestrians will open it again.

when can you be bright and beautiful, once you wander, you can't find it.

drawing a sigh from whosoever hears it, is bringing to a wanderer's eyes homesick tears..

Seeing you off to go home is a great worry, but it's also a pity to spend a cool day in the air.

it's only when the music is scattered among the tourists that spring is empty.

there are thousands of thoughts about one inch, and there is no place to arrange it in the world.

I'll give you three fireworks for a lifetime of confusion.

Go to Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long.

some people can make a surprise without gesture.

I was born when you were born, and I hate being born when you were born. At the same time, I am good to you every day.

bonus is easy to decline like lang yi, and infinite water is like sorrow.

Looking at the green Chi Pan, the tears are speckled.

if there were no flowers and moons, how could there be such a yearning for the world?

I can't help it, but I feel familiar with Yan's return.

I don't mean to struggle for spring. Every group of Fang is jealous and smashed into mud, only the fragrance remains the same.

Just for him to give up ideal city and go to an unknown life or death at dawn.

it only takes a few dusk to ruin a lifetime of haggard.

the mountain has no edges, and heaven and earth are in harmony, so I dare to break away from you.

are suddenly changing to The Yuyang Lament, and when yellow clouds grow thin and the white sun darkens.

I couldn't bear to listen to the bitter injury to spring. Where is the flowering branch in Fengcheng?

I've sung such a song all my life, and I'll wait for you to come and make peace after I've faded away.

your journey will never see my old age again.

I'm worried that it's easy for pedestrians to get dusk, and I'll live in the sound of partridges.

the desolate smoke and the cool rain help others to grieve, but the tears stain my skirt and I don't know it.

empty and melancholy, there is no reason to meet each other. From now on, the soul will be broken for thousands of miles, and Yueyang Tower will be built every night.

always born in a casual year. Looking back on the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is long.

There is a China in the northwest of the boy, so don't shed tears by the west bridge.

wiping rouge with tears for no reason makes your wings droop.

The plain forest is vast with smoke, and the area around Hanshan is sad and blue.

Heaven and Qiu Guang, turn around and feel hurt, and explore Jin Ying to know the Double Ninth Festival.

The red teeth of color fans are all here today, and I hate that no one can understand Kaiyuan songs.

it's even more worrying to drown your sorrows by drinking. I'm afraid it will break people's intestines after waking up.

I'm afraid I'm going to leave my arms, and I want to say nothing.

love is like icing on the cake. I swallow it and enjoy the instant sweetness.

the bright moon building rests on its own, and the wine turns into homesickness and tears.

it seems that flowers and plants are loved by people, and life and death are what people want, so it is sour and clear that no one complains.

There's only a photo of Ying Gang left tonight, and it's like a dream to meet in fear.

after the fleeting time, I dreamed of winding to the water's edge, and watched the fireworks blossom into a full moon.

The breeze is moist, the tea and cigarettes are blowing, and the old dreams are relived, so the old friend has gone.

at this time, the idleness is not * * *, and the moon moves and the window is cold in spring.

The mountains on the seashore are like swords, and Qiu Lai cuts his heart everywhere.

Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the Qing Autumn Festival.

it's hard to say goodbye to middle-aged relatives and friends, and it's easy to leave sorrow.

the tree wants to be quiet, but the wind will not stop, and the son wants to raise it, but not stay close.

it's sunny when the sun rises in the east and it rains in the west.

You can't draw a picture with infinite blue hands and a sad heart.

The still water is deep, and Cang Sheng sings; Three lives are sunny and round, and once you are sad and happy.

In the drift from place to place, I wrote about my true feelings and my youth, and finally I parted ways and lamented alone.

after several times of careful writing, my worries are still broken, and ten thousand flowers are even and round.

apricot flowers have nowhere to hide from the worries of spring, and they are also surrounded by wild smoke.

The east wind sent me another letter, which made me worried.

Every night, I miss you more, and the sad moon languishes. I miss you and feel cold.

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

there are too many words, but the feelings are not over. Looking back, I said: Remember the green silk dress and pity the grass everywhere.

plowing thousands of acres and boxes, who will get hurt again if you are exhausted? But in order to all sentient beings can be satisfied, even if the disease collapsed under the sun, also in the left.

Only leisure worries will not go away, and I will stay with others until it rains.

It's fate to break a dream with a clear voice. Once we say goodbye, we will be fixed.

sadness and parting should be the same, and the most difficult thing is to clear up grievances in the moon and the bright future.

Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked.

Shen Yan, a fish, traveled all over the world, and at first he believed that human beings should be separated from each other.

the fate of dust is always like water, so you don't need to cry. Why do you want to do your best? Don't be sentimental, love hurts yourself. Sad archaic sentences are heartbroken

1. * * * You should weep when you look at the bright moon, for hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish.

2. Embroidery reminds people to think far, and tears drop in the dark, and tears are sent to the levy wheel.

3. The building is empty with blue clouds and red rain, and the spring has disappeared.

4. Look at the moon and look after each other, only admiring the mandarin duck but not the fairy.

5. The lingering charm of Qingyuan is a distant and untouchable sadness, such as weiyun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from afar.

6. When the hero lost his way, the cool wind suddenly caught him.

7. Peach Blossom Cave, Yaotai Dream, a piece of spring worry. Who is with * * *?

8. There are two evils, namely, Pu and He. If there is a beautiful person, what is the injury? Sleeping and doing nothing, it's pouring.

9. There's nothing I can do to get rid of this situation, so I frown but go to my heart.

1. Moonlight enters tall buildings.