● At that time, I was an ancient Buddha, and you were the Green Lantern, accompanying me day and night, reciting Buddhist scriptures lightly and realizing Zen;

In this life, I am a cowherd, and you are a weaver. Men plow and women weave, and only envy Yuanyang but not immortals.

At that time, I was Jin Feng and you were Yulu. At first sight, it is better than heaven and earth.

In this life, I am a childhood friend, and you are a childhood friend. The two are concentric and interesting.

At that time, I was a mountain and you were running water. When we met, we were speechless. We were concerned about the strings.

In this life, I am a bosom friend and you are a beauty. You will be drunk for a long time when you meet Jiangnan.

● The so-called Tanabata, a man plowing and a woman weaving, a bowl of rice and a coarse cloth, is enough.

● It seems that male ploughing and female weaving are not necessarily male ploughing and female weaving. -Legend of the Moon and the Stars

If I were the emperor, with Wan Li as the center, prosperous 3,000 as the gift, single-minded and monogamous, would you marry me?

If I am a photo, a civil servant is the media, and splendor is a gift, I am sincere. Will you marry me for a lifetime?

If I am handsome, with hordes as the medium and Qi Mei as the gift, will you marry me?

If I were a businessman, with all corners of the country as the medium, gold and silver jewelry as the gift, holding your hand and growing old with your son, would you marry me?

If I am a knight-errant, with the sword shadow as the medium and pride and tenderness as the gift, I cannot do without it. Will you marry me?

If I am a literati, with pen and ink as the medium, poetry and painting as the gift, and fly with me live in harmony, will you marry me?

If I am for the people, with the breeze and drizzle as the medium, with lofty aspirations as the gift, will you marry me?

The quiet low moon by the cold pond, the open road on the other side, wearing a red dress, stands alone by the cold pond, and the heart of the full moon is scarred.

The flute sings the wind, which is sad and profound. Who makes a complaint, the flute will ring and play.

The humble room is shallow in ink, and the history of the old dynasty is true. Whoever writes a good story lives in a humble room and cherishes the old love.

Horseshoe is far, yellow sand is long. Whoever holds a sword still looks the same and rushes to the frontier.

A glass of wine in the throat has broken my heart. Whoever is drunk has a Chinese dream, and the beauty in the dream is dyed with Fang Hua.

The green hills are covered with clouds, and the warm sun shines obliquely. Who speaks the truth, reveals the true feelings and ripples in spring?

The green water keeps flowing and the fish play. Who waits quietly with a bamboo pole, but what about the sunset?

There are green willows by the bridge, which are full of spring. Whoever enjoys the beautiful scenery all the way will sing on the long beach, singing far and wide.

Taoyuan fairyland, simple folk customs, who marries a good teenager, men plow and women weave, peach blossoms are fragrant.

Chatting in the cabin, drinking tea slowly, who cooked a table full of affection and warmed people's hearts.

People say that sooner or later, on the contrary, grow old together. In fact, words beautify life. Men plow during the day, women weave, and each dreams at night. Humans, even if they want to grow old together, always stay more and gather less.

When I Marry a Virgo-Zeng Junhua's Dear, Drive.

● Chrysanthemum and wine.

Soak in coffee in a noisy pavilion.

Aliens worship the ancient moon on the altar.

Kaiyuan Shi Sheng is charming.

The wind can't blow away the long hatred.

Flowers can't dye through homesickness

Snow does not reflect mountains and rivers.

The moon can't round an ancient dream.

Fate is branded along the palm print.

Wake up without a dream tonight.

Go into a trance along with fate

Dream Back to Tang Dynasty

There is a bright moon in the cup tonight.

Men and women are busy weaving silk roads.

There is a bright moon in the cup tonight.

Wu Hua Tian Bao outstanding people and outstanding people

The Tang band

The Tang band

There is a bright moon in the cup tonight.

Paper-scented ink floats across the river.

There is a bright moon in the cup tonight.

Heroes are full of heroism.

There is no bright moon in the cup tonight.

Neons are flashing, singing and dancing.

Just because of the story of tone-deaf.

When you sing in silence, nothing will be lost.

Fate is branded along the palm print.

Wake up tonight without drinking.

Go into a trance along with fate

Dream Back to Tang Dynasty

Yi Xi kaiyuan heyday

Tianxiayou quanjiao lacquer

The World with Unlimited Vision —— Tang Dynasty Band

Leave a song to soothe your heart. Fallen flowers, cold at night.

Looking forward to thinking at night, a piece of paper is difficult.

In the golden jubilee, people have complaints and temples have happy events.

Men plow and women weave mulberry fields. The blue sky surrounds the stream.

* * * married, only sigh dream is difficult.

Standing on the tower from a distance, it is safe not to return.

I like life in the country, watching men plow the fields and women weave ducks and play in the water, which is leisurely and quiet.

I also like life in the city, watching busy people come and go, bustling and lively.

When you are poor, be immune to it.

Reach out to the world and call the wind and rain.

This is life.

Birds are singing, flowers are blooming, and the fragrance is fragrant. Buds are growing, Ye Er is growing, buds are strong and long, the wind is blowing, it is raining, butterflies are singing and bees are busy. The beautiful scenery is warm and sunny, and my heart is full of vitality. Youth singing, suddenly looking back is full of spring. Spring is surrounded by green trees, and grass is accompanied by flowers. A hundred flowers blossom into a fragrance, and every grass and tree is beautiful. Dewdrops in the spring rain are also cultivated, and men plow and women weave busy villages.

● Men plow and women weave. Didn't Yong Dong and the Seven Fairies come out of this bitter day? Although the cold kiln can shelter from the wind and rain, the love between husband and wife is bitter and sweet. -"What happened to our family?"

● Among thousands of people, they meet unexpectedly and then feel sorry for each other. Take Qi Mei as an example. Men plow and women weave.

"You're just a hostage, maybe you want to covet me the queen! ? "

After a slap in the face.

The woman walked out of the temple in high spirits.

Leaving long hair raised by the wind, gently passing through her slender but aloof figure.

She was stunning and finally became a world of mortals.

"If I were the emperor, you would be the queen; If I were a farmer, you would be my wife, working with agriculture and weaving with women, and growing old together. "

The person I remember, with gentle eyes, made this promise.

Today, he became the emperor.

However, she was just a hostage he gave to the enemy.

He finally led thousands of troops to attack the city.

Armed with a spear on horseback, he has long lost that gentle expression.

Blood melted into the sand, and tears finally flowed down.

Do you remember the promise at that time? )

She is his wife. The night before the war, he held her in his arms, watched her cry, reached out and carefully wiped her tears, and sighed slightly. "Madam, when I come back to find my husband, we will find a stable place and live a life of farming."

She waited for him at the place where she first met, and went to Qiu Lai in the spring without interruption.

For a while, she didn't come here, and no one knew her whereabouts.

Then, holding the urn, she came over slowly and asked softly, "Husband, do you still remember this place?"

I can't spoil you in this life, and I will treat you as a treasure in the afterlife! -Ning Ziqian