2. Vows are gone forever, flowers wither, tears are sad, you are gone, once the prosperity has declined, leaving only bits and pieces of beauty. Iraqis are heartbroken, heroes don't regret it, and they don't miss passing by.
3, moonlight, solo night wind; On the world of mortals, withered petals, broken by the wind, fingertips stained with wounds, and red ink pens. Beauty is like a dream, and flowers can be folded, which is the glory of life. If you have a dream, fireworks are easy to get cold and conversation is easy to fall, when will you dance? Floating life is not drunk, waving one's life is worrying, three lives are weaker than water, staring at the distance, and the fate of reincarnation. Laugh and ask who the ferryman is, when the drunken talk will continue, and sigh at the world of mortals!
4. There is not necessarily sadness behind it.
5, a mountain, can not be separated by two lovesickness, a horizon, can not be separated by two sentences, I miss you with three lives, drink that bowl of dream soup alone, bury myself in the mountain, listen to the trickle of water, the breeze is dancing with the fallen flowers! The wind is singing, and I can't stop thinking about it, flowing or being affectionate all my life. )
6. Who lingers by the building and who waits by the ancient road? Looking back on the Millennium, one hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who accompany, lonely who * * *. Past lives rub shoulders, this life meets. Love flies in the wind and loves to play in the rain. Once I was wishful thinking, once I was in crazy love, and I woke up with the wind. At this moment: love is silent, love is silent. Tears moistened my eyes and filled my heart.
7, beauty is in the distance, lovesickness is bitter and hard to compensate. Meeting drunk is the leading edge, where the wind and rain are shaky. Why sentimental, why spoony. If flowers were sentimental, they would have withered long ago. Affection is strong, love is strong, how do you know that HongLing is wrong and the road is different? There are joys and sorrows, and there are joys and sorrows. Only by stepping through the snow in Xun Mei can we stop and look back at the past at the end of the day. It's better to forget each other than to be in the Jianghu.
8. At the beginning of writing, today's mutilated body is such a dull thing, so unbearable. That's all, no matter how beautiful the story is, it can't stand the fleeting time. Everything happens for a reason, and everything becomes fate. Why don't you walk away like my Buddha and find a bluestone under the bodhi tree to laugh at your heart? Destiny takes a hand, everything goes with fate. Once unforgettable, now in my heart?
9. I can't bear to be the master of a prosperous time and listen to its songs. Painful lovesickness has ignited another kind of loneliness, which has frustrated the love of generations and will eventually stop at the picture of parting. The beautiful long shadow of parting has opened our distance. This shore, you face each other across the river, and I can only say hello to you through the fog. You insisted on stepping on my heart and leaving.
10, still water flows deeply, surging and singing, as beautiful as flowers, just because of your looking back, I often miss that morning and evening. Turning around, a wisp of incense is far away, the snow is shallow, the spring is thick, and the smile is deep. A leaf blooms in pursuit, a flower blooms in the world, and acacia lasts for life. .
1 1, 1, one flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life. 2, as beautiful as flowers and as beautiful as jade, as water flies, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. 3. Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, or maybe it's the fate in the next life. It is wrong to meet in this life, and it will only increase fruitless resentment. There are no flowers in the dream, and this feeling is not over yet. This meaning is unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young.
12, urban flying flower asked who listened to the string song, who would like to whisper this song with me; The vast sea of mulberry fields is still vague, but I don't know where the teenagers went at that time; Prosperity shattered a pool of silent voices, leaving only a ripple now. Later, when Zhu Yan died, I remembered the misty rain and the hedge, watching thousands of clouds pass by alone ... Who sacrificed the sword? Where is Feifei going? You don't have to whisper this song to me. Who can listen to this seventh chord?
13, distant mountains, light fog. Hao wrist flip, the world is black and white. Games, the game world. A few people know that under this splendid prosperity, Jin Ge is as bloody as a flower. I built this pavilion myself and sang endlessly. I raised my mouth and played this tune in troubled times. Let's get together, have some fun and take a walk. I smiled.
14, the wind is light and the rain is covered, rendering a little coolness; Pointing at the daisy, singing solo all his life; How many times have you gone through the Spring and Autumn Period? Sunset vegetation, a shallow tear, a soft heart. . . Misty rain, faint thoughts, turbid lights, sang joys and sorrows; Thinking about the sky, dancing with the wind; Time flies, whose flashy clothes are scattered all over the floor? With a flick of a finger, the smoke disappears between the whole city; Exquisite appearance, sparkling lake jumps once.
15, the breeze dances in the bright moon, and the dream falls in the flowers. When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking at the Millennium, prosperity has passed, but my infatuation has not changed. It's a pity that after wandering for several times, it's still sweet talk among the flowers in my dream.
16, the breeze dances in the bright moon, and the dream falls in the flowers. When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking at the Millennium, prosperity has passed, but my infatuation has not changed. It's a pity that after wandering for several times, it's still sweet talk among the flowers in my dream.
17, a world of mortals love, a thousand-year love, a few strands of acacia, how many old dreams are hidden? On the water side, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross Qin Mingyue and tang style Song Yun, and find you on the vast Xizi Lake! I just want to ring for you every night when I miss you, gently; I just want to smile for you and erase the dust in your life!
18, if I can, I can accompany you for a thousand years, I just want to care about you and smile; If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart, the sun is setting, whispering faintly, and several fireworks are flying all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?
19 He said, "No matter how wrong she was, I was wrong the moment she started crying."
20. Love has been hurt, how many people have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings are sad, how many are cold, and how many thoughts have passed away. Even if a moth puts out the fire, it still has no hesitation. It only looks at love and hurts others, but it can't be cut off all its life, leaving a long-term relationship, shedding how many infatuated tears, drinking a glass of turbid wine and tasting how many ordinary love! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life. ?
2 1, a rustling, human joys and sorrows. With a faint sense of vicissitudes, full of fragrance, secular feelings disappeared without a trace. By dancing your fingers, you can play a romantic sadness. A bright moon, a breeze, you can walk through the dust of the Millennium. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of your soul. How many smiles and tears are flying.
22. If life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness doesn't necessarily mean rejection. I just want you to remember: the smile of love at first sight.
23. If you give me a tear, I will see all the oceans in your heart.
24, tears in the sea, Wushan cloud, purple dust, suddenly look back, that flowery face, that tender feelings like the sea, will shine endless light and shadow, engraved in the history books for eternal beautiful moments. Tonight, I stay away from the blue boat and the grass; I don't want to dance on the willow tree, and I don't remember flying flowers. The clouds are broken and the shadows are oblique; The geese passed by and settled quietly. At this point, I just want to be with you, * * * ChanJuan.
25, looking back on past lives, this life has become attached, rolling red dust, who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! A person leaning against the window, the bright moon in the sky, looking around, a person sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!
26, tears in the sea, Wushan cloud, purple and red dust, suddenly looking back, that flowery face, that tender feelings like the sea, will shine endless light and shadow, and carve eternal beautiful moments in the history books. Tonight, I stay away from the blue boat and the grass; I don't want to dance on the willow tree, and I don't remember flying flowers. The clouds are broken and the shadows are oblique; The geese passed by and settled quietly. At this point, I just want to be with you, * * * Chen Juan?
27, sadness, in whose piano music softened into a Qian Qian knot? The moon falls and the crow falls. Whose wind and frost have been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provokes infatuation, it is doomed to go through a thousand years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I got drunk in my past life for no reason. Deep in the lotus root, Liu 'an and misty rain terrace are still the vast sea.
28. In the dream, whose Yu Di is lingering and whose song is melodious and euphemistic? The sound of the wind is like the sound of nature on the earth. The echo drops from the running water, crosses the mountains and falls in the wind hundreds of times. The slightest tenderness is like a flower falling all over the sky. The petals float across the beauty and fall on the pillow, melting into thousands in the dream. When I heard of forgetting me, I felt three points of water and seven points of spring scenery, which was very sweet.
29. On that day, you were the end of the world, and I was the end of the earth. We walked in opposite directions, and we could not rely on each other for despair. At that time, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring, inseparable and entangled; In that life, you were by Qingshui River and I was by Naihe Bridge. Your affectionate call, my affectionate. After all, we are not fairy tales. With you, we are just cartoons that I missed my whole life.
30. Missing is the wind without direction, which blows away the traces of years. Messy dance steps, through the long seasons, nirvana into poetry in warm days. Even if we can't depend on each other closely, we look forward to the opportunity to get close to each other. The footsteps drifting away, the hurt feelings inch by inch, measure a kind of sadness called distance in the exhausted gap between heart and heart.
3 1, if a beautiful woman has a dream, then a gentleman can solve it; If a gentleman has words, then a beauty can listen; When all the prosperity is exhausted, it must be a misty rain that disappears with the flowers, bends with the moon, and the frost is heavy, close at hand, and I am lonely as smoke. You sit alone like a lotus, and the evening breeze quietly passes through the window lattice, leaving a bone-chilling pain of clear ice, wrapped in a touch of worry. When can you read those affectionate eyes?
32. Iraqis in the mirror, scattered flowers on the moon. If there is no chance in the world, who will I think of? Wash away the lead, repair the capacity and cover up the heart, and love will go with the wind. Who am I willing to forget? The world of mortals is locked in, only because of a sense of nostalgia. Looking back, Zhan Yan chuckled, I will not live up to my lovesickness in my life. I only have feelings for you, Zhan Yan recalled. The whole city is a warm and smiling pear vortex. I just want you to look back once and see my affection.
33. You are a bead before the Buddha. When the dust settles, your love memory will be as bleak as the wind and frost. I am willing to fall in love with you in my last life, perhaps just to exchange my meeting with you in this life. I can't dream because of your lotus nut, I just want to get the flowers in this life and the thousands of years of waiting for you and me in my last life.
34, want to be together, it is difficult to look at each other, heartbreaking; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; Love in previous lives, debt in this life, dream of reincarnation in the world of mortals.
35. Who, sitting under the bodhi tree, counts the reincarnation, falling flowers everywhere, season after season: soft words, rustling sighs, murmuring acacia, charming rouge enchanting youth! Who is it, in the world of mortals, gently playing a sad chord; Who is it, indulging in misty rain and red dust, writing human romance with ink fragrance?
How many people have been hurt by love and how many memories have been lost.
1, it will be painful to lose, but it is also because of pain and crying that you will become strong. The deeper the injury, the stronger it will be.
The cold tears in my eyes have dried up, and there is not a drop left. The remaining tears on the cheeks disappeared and will never appear again; The sad lump in my throat stopped and I couldn't sob any more.
3, a Sauvignon Blanc, how many spoony tears you shed, and how many ordinary loves you tasted after drinking a glass of turbid wine!
People will grow up, scars are essential, and they can't be washed away. For example, a quiet lake is always enjoying the feeling of scars, pain and happiness.
I found an excellent excuse for myself. I just like the quiet smell. I won't keep him in my heart all my life. This may be self-deception?
6. I will wait for you here. Even after many years, even generations, I will wait here alone. I wonder if you are far away, can you feel it for a moment?
7. Watching the world become black and white, it seems that everything has lost its gorgeous color. The cloudless sky in Wan Li is no longer blue.
8. All matter cannot exist between heaven and earth forever. It may exist for a long time, or it may exist for a short time, but it will eventually pass away, even if no amount of tears can change it.
9. The fragility and sadness of life make people feel helpless. Picking up these last tears of life makes people re-examine life and life.
10, the busy street has already stood still. The world is dead.
1 1, pieces of withered like broken feathers, his heart thumped in front of me when it was too vague. Falling flowers, lack of beauty, but dark with a few strands of chic, frozen moment, heart disconsolate.
12, thinking of you is a tender feeling that I will always struggle with in my life, and I only shed tears for you and am moved by the love of knowing each other and cherishing each other. However, I can't fly to your sky after all, it's too far, isn't it?
13, are some encounters lucky or unfortunate? I can't judge, but I know it's just a hazy and beautiful dream. It's all too wonderful to be true.
14, it turns out that waiting is so lonely and helpless. An indescribable mood, tightly around themselves, can not let go.
15. At this moment, sadness blows like the wind, drying all wet knots.
16 but sometimes, in the face of such times, we are always so helpless and accept such a mission.
17, waiting is so long, I race against time, silence grows like weeds, and my heart is completely tortured by loneliness at this time.
18, the cold wind started, the leaves did not fall, the north was cold, snowflakes danced, and the afterglow of flying snow drowned the youth of this world and buried the thoughts of this season.
19, I really want to go back to the past, sit quietly, feel the feelings, and suddenly wake up to find that everything is terrible.
20. Every time I open the book of memory, my heart lake will roll up a lot of attachment, a lot of cold, and everything in front of me may be buried by sadness.
2 1, you are the distant sky, the sky I can never leap over, and the happiness I can't touch.
22. Love hurts, how many people have suffered, how many memories have been lost, how sad and cold love is, and how many thoughts have fallen to the ground. Even if the moth puts out the fire, it still does not hesitate.
23. I don't know if those intoxicating scents will eventually disappear quietly, leaving no trace. But I can't let it go. I can't let it go.
Classic Quotations: Walking makes you feel cold.
1, you don't feel the same way about me at all. You don't know how painful it is to miss the needle.
2. Language is fragile, and language cannot cross life and death, time, pain and despair.
You don't even know that it will hurt if I hum your favorite song now, and silence will also hurt.
4. Warmth is a luxury, which needs deep cold and pain.
If one day, I forget you, will you feel a little heartache?
6. Sometimes, the most direct feelings inside are often the most difficult to say.
7. There is always someone who says you don't love, but when you hear the news about him, your heart hurts.
8. Many times, after inadvertently knowing something, you pretend to be indifferent on the surface and cover it up with a smile. In fact, your heart hurts more than anything else.
9. We all try to be what others like, but in the end we forget who we really are.
10, I still miss you, but I will never feel sorry for you again.
1 1, watching, the flowers fall, walking, feeling cold, gently dragging the folds of the skirt, walking barefoot on the road to find missing, once full of flowers, now scattered everywhere, colorful petals calling for words, you listen, tears are wet, withered face hangs quietly in the brow.
12, the wind knows how to talk about flowers, the rain knows the loneliness of leaves, and I miss them everywhere. I spit out my true feelings one by one, gently picked up a petal, engraved my feelings in the veins, and whispered my heart sounds. When I come back, I will come to you with fragrance. My smile is still hanging on my eyelids. I will touch you with the rhyme of spring, touch you with faint fragrance, drip with tearful thoughts, leave the fragrance behind and take away the pain of missing.
13, if feelings can be backed up, they will always be as good as the first time. Feelings are weak and hurt. They are all recent people. They smiled and passed by, and once had each other. Remember that feelings are true, feelings can be near or far, feelings are close, feelings are far away, and people are weak. Scale is measured by heart. Where is the right location? I am hesitant and afraid to leave.
14, cry, don't cry if you can't laugh; Pain, no pain to the extreme; Love, not love to the extreme. Love doesn't need to be deliberately arranged. Just treat every day as the last day of love, and every minute will be so beautiful that you will cry. ...
15, some love, the more you want to pull away, the clearer it is. Some people, the more they want to care, the more perfunctory they are. I care blindly, but you ignore me so ridiculously. I poured out my heart to you and tore my heart out for you, but you watched me cry alone instead of comforting me. Be forgotten in the unknown corner, comfort yourself. I can only use my strength to erect a wall to enclose the sadness you gave me. ...
16, love is on the way, fate is endless, it has been deep, but it is very shallow. It was raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and I finally heard the rain. My world was awakened, and the raindrops on the windowsill were beating sadly, both sad and beautiful. My eyes are raining, but my heart is holding an umbrella for you, a wet heart and a dripping infatuation! If you hear my choking voice, please cover your ears and keep me away; If you hear the crack in my heart, please close your eyes and make me sad. ...
Walking, I feel cold.
1, you don't feel the same way about me at all. You don't know how painful it is to miss the needle.
2. Language is fragile, and language cannot cross life and death, time, pain and despair.
You don't even know that it will hurt if I hum your favorite song now, and silence will also hurt.
4. Warmth is a luxury, which needs deep cold and pain.
If one day, I forget you, will you feel a little heartache?
6. Sometimes, the most direct feelings inside are often the most difficult to say.
7. There is always someone who says you don't love, but when you hear the news about him, your heart hurts.
8. Many times, after inadvertently knowing something, you pretend to be indifferent on the surface and cover it up with a smile. In fact, your heart hurts more than anything else.
9. We all try to be what others like, but in the end we forget who we really are.
10, I still miss you, but I will never feel sorry for you again.
1 1, watching, the flowers fall, walking, feeling cold, gently dragging the folds of the skirt, walking barefoot on the road to find missing, once full of flowers, now scattered everywhere, colorful petals calling for words, you listen, tears are wet, withered face hangs quietly in the brow.
12, the wind knows how to talk about flowers, the rain knows the loneliness of leaves, and I miss them everywhere. I spit out my true feelings one by one, gently picked up a petal, engraved my feelings in the veins, and whispered my heart sounds. When I come back, I will come to you with fragrance. My smile is still hanging on my eyelids. I will touch you with the rhyme of spring, touch you with faint fragrance, drip with tearful thoughts, leave the fragrance behind and take away the pain of missing.
13, if feelings can be backed up, they will always be as good as the first time. Feelings are weak and hurt. They are all recent people. They smiled and passed by, and once had each other. Remember that feelings are true, feelings can be near or far, feelings are close, feelings are far away, and people are weak. Scale is measured by heart. Where is the right location? I am hesitant and afraid to leave.
14, cry, don't cry if you can't laugh; Pain, no pain to the extreme; Love, not love to the extreme. Love doesn't need to be deliberately arranged. Just treat every day as the last day of love, and every minute will be so beautiful that you will cry. ...
15, some love, the more you want to pull away, the clearer it is. Some people, the more they want to care, the more perfunctory they are. I care blindly, but you ignore me so ridiculously. I poured out my heart to you and tore my heart out for you, but you watched me cry alone instead of comforting me. Be forgotten in the unknown corner, comfort yourself. I can only use my strength to erect a wall to enclose the sadness you gave me. ...
16, love is on the way, fate is endless, it has been deep, but it is very shallow. It was raining in Mao Mao outside the window, and I finally heard the rain. My world was awakened, and the raindrops on the windowsill were beating sadly, both sad and beautiful. My eyes are raining, but my heart is holding an umbrella for you, a wet heart and a dripping infatuation! If you hear my choking voice, please cover your ears and keep me away; If you hear the crack in my heart, please close your eyes and make me sad. ...