1. The quiet sand is a beautiful bond.

2. The sun is melting and the sun is shining, and the dew is like frost.

3. Passing by dust, tears pass by and become love.

4. A trace of indifference, abandoning my feelings.

5. Stay in yesterday, tears dripping on the piano.

6. A few smiles, as gentle as water.

7. The cold night of lonely summer loses the dusk.

8. The ancient palace is lonely and the palace flowers are lonely and red.

9. Recalling the past, it seems that the golden years have passed.

10. Where smoke and willows break the heart, there is a refreshing breeze in ink painting.

11. The colorful light dazzles your pupils.

12. Take control of the fireflies under the moon and illuminate a piece of loneliness!

13. Add a layer of haze to memories to cover up sadness.

14. There is a profound picture on the wide seaside.

15. Memories are in full bloom, but today is in decline.

16. The shower is in a different place late at night, picking up sadness and half-wiping it red.

17. There is only the sentimental moon in the spring garden, which is like a falling flower for someone who has left.

18. Suddenly I lost my flying partner, and my heart was broken by the cold moon.

19. Love remains when the king is there. When love dies, the king dies, and when the king dies, love also remains.

20. The cherry blossoms have faded under the continuous spring rain, and the face is no longer worried.

Twenty-one, the sky is full of beautiful scenery, the pine forest, the stone island, and the red maple leaves.

Twenty-two, if you go to the forest and the flowers are blooming, you will all be flower appreciators.

Twenty-three, the trail of fallen leaves is silent, only the pain is left to follow desperately.

Twenty-four, there is a single shadow branch, the slanted figure looks lonely.

Twenty-five, quiet, listening to the sound of the moonlight, gradually pull me away.

26. Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

27. I sigh in silence about how fragrant the past was, and I only hate the present day with the sorrow of old age.

Twenty-eight, light years of loneliness, the long loneliness drowns my sadness.

Twenty-nine, I cherish the past, I and I; look at the present, as light as the breeze!

Thirty, longing spreads unbridled in this season.

Thirty-one, withering is the most real thing, and blooming is just a thing of the past.

Thirty-two, in the invisible corner, the secret that the sun cannot shine in.

Thirty-three, the night rain began to stop, and the wind blew by and rolled up a few fallen leaves.

Thirty-four, if the withered flowers can also connect to the other shore, they may be lingering thousands of feet apart.

35. I don’t expect to understand, I just need you to listen to what I say.

Thirty-six, this feeling is far away, seemingly far away but we meet by chance.

Thirty-seven. However, love is still on my brow, and it still stays when I want to leave. To whom do I send my thoughts?

Thirty-eight, burying the mottled tears in the eyes, locking the story door after turning the corner.

Thirty-nine, blush, emerald, deep red, supporting a bright and warm clear sky.

Forty, the sun is warm and the years are quiet. If you don't come, how dare I grow old.

41. Looking up at the sky, I smile and open my hands to face the future calmly.

42. Thinking of the southern country, the love returns to the warm embrace, the red beans are engraved in your heart, and there is no such thing as a pattern.

43. I want to know whose thoughts those birds flying south in a hurry have taken away.

44. The things that write down the years are nothing more than the encounter and imperfection between you and me.

Forty-five, this world has passed by and is full of vanity. Who can still remember the pale oath in youth.

46. Why do you still come to stir my heartbeat? I don’t want to fall into it again.

47. If your happiness is no longer for me, is it true that letting go is the only way to have it?

48. The quicksand of all memories, those passing years, have washed away my dust.

49. I am afraid of the dark, but I fall in love with the night; I am afraid of pain, but I leave myself scarred.

Fifty, I think I will not pretend to be confused and insist too much to make this love abrupt.

51. Time is like water, flowing away from the fingertips; the beauty in the memory has long disappeared.

Fifty-two, the lights continue to shine. Fireworks continue to bloom. The music continues to echo.

53. It is said that time cannot withstand time, but in fact time cannot withstand our fickleness.

54. The only thing that can arbitrarily occupy a man's memories is to live a better life.

Fifty-five, loving to enter your own space is not narcissistic, but wants to see what you are up to.

Fifty-six. What I can’t see clearly is that your indifference to love has resulted in my stupid persistence towards you.

Fifty-seven. Seeing him having so much fun with her, suddenly I realized that I was redundant.

Fifty-eight, the moment Zixia Fairy drew out of the reed marsh, it broke the throb that had been silent for thousands of years.

Fifty-nine, women’s intuition is very accurate. Our time together will not be long but it will be very sweet.

60. I was afraid of being laughed at and humiliating myself, so I pretended to be happy and didn’t care.

Sixty-one, the tired dark circles seem to be flaunting a period of silence and our years.

Sixty-two, the graceful and beautiful dance steps trample frustration and rose under your feet step by step until they are crushed to pieces.

63. When the wind blows and the clouds fall, even if there is no light to guide you, you can lower your eyebrows and not feel lonely.

64. No matter how perfect a person I meet in the future, there will always be one flaw: he is not you.

Sixty-five, I know that this cannot be called concern, at most it is a greeting, or just a greeting.

Sixty-six, the blue night falls on the world, I remember you, my heart is in the sadness you are familiar with.

Sixty-seven, the world is drunk with a smile, looking back with sorrow, there are no familiar figures in the sea of ????people, there is no dawn in the world of rain.

68. You only know how hard she waits for you, but you don’t know how happy I am waiting for you.

Sixty-nine, it turns out that the gorgeous time that comes and goes is just a wedding dress painted for the disintegration of time.

70. We are accustomed to using the most sensitive method to reject all harm beyond the cordon.

71. Everyone is original when they are born. Sadly, many people gradually become pirates.

72. A woman’s appearance can be her proud capital, but it never guarantees the happiness of love.

73. People who are used to receiving and being loved will not know the sadness and longing of the person who gives.

Seventy-four, a secret song tells all the love, hate, and sorrow of half a life; one word breaks the heart and soul, and this life is determined to stand in the wind.

Seventy-five, the last glimmer of the sunset, the sky gradually darkens, in the south of the sky, whose hopes are gone with the wind.

Seventy-six, sad and melancholy, looking at Wuyi's figure makes me feel lonely, my thoughts and tears melt together, and last forever.

Seventy-seven. The days of chasing and laughing in my childhood flowed through the journey of my life like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Seventy-eight, looking down to peek at the flowing years, sometimes I am happy, sometimes I am lonely, sometimes I have mixed feelings, sometimes I burst into tears.

Seventy-nine, I have tasted the foolishness of lovesickness. Forgot the taste of tenderness. A mask that hides hypocrisy. Memories that have lingered for a long time. The helpless ending was eliminated.