1. How can we stay together when we are drunk and forget each other? It is a pity for the silent night, and the words of sparse shadows are desolate. Thousands of years of predestined acquaintance, this life's emotions are melancholy; unable to bear them, there are many sorrows, and tears flow before I want to speak. In the ageless night, I string together your gentle fragments of words, fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, and pave the way for tonight's words. A kind of love can only be sent in a distant dream, and I turned into a butterfly in the dream, waiting for the moment of dawn in the slender moonlight, dancing.

2. The Buddha said: It takes five hundred times of looking back at the past life in exchange for passing by in this life. We met once in this short life, and we had many good relationships in previous lives. Holding hands is a kind of fate, looking back is a kind of fate; life is a kind of fate, love is a kind of fate; if there is an afterlife, the next life is also a kind of fate. What makes up life are the countless fates for you to make and resolve. Only by cherishing fate and following fate can you see the origin and fall of fate with a Buddha mind.

3. That year, that month, that time, have passed quietly. That feeling, that love, that lovesickness, have lasted for thousands of years. The mountains, the water, and the sound of the piano have gradually become clearer. The river, the bank, and both sides are devastated. The figure standing on my shore is still upright. The sound of the piano is gentle. Who was it, playing a perfect piece of music that buried me in the world of mortals!

4. The heart-to-heart encounter is the origin of this life. The feeling of attachment is like falling flowers and flowing water. When I look back, the years are still peaceful, and the peace is the smile of one flower to another flower, and I only miss it in the time. Just for your deep look back and the longing between your eyebrows. No matter how old you are, will you grow old? With you in the world of mortals, my soul will always be tied to your dream, and I will stay with you for thousands of years...

5. The world of mortals is the duckweed drifting in the river, entwined with the world of love. For a long time, I refused to leave Qingyi, just to wait for the belated king. Resentment is only for the mountains, rivers and people; love is only for the king's smile like beauty. I wonder where you live? On the willow branches in the moonlight, who do you meet with after dusk? This drunken beauty is drunk in life and death, turning wine into a song, and charming the whole country with a smile; if you are willing to come, the beautiful woman is willing to dance for you to a beautiful song...

6. Flowers on the other shore, flowers bloom on the other shore, grow in spring, The leaves stand up in summer, bloom in autumn, and fall back in winter. The flowers and leaves are never seen. The flowers and leaves of the flower on the other side protect each other, stay with each other, know each other, miss each other, love each other, and never see each other. The flowers and leaves of the flower on the other side cause and effect each other. They are in love with each other. They are in love with each other. They are reincarnated. They are destined to live and die.

7. How can the prosperity of the prosperous age be worth a glass of wine! The old dreams of the past are better than getting drunk once with a smile. The memory is vast, and the poppies are fragrant. Snow comes in the window, there is no moon and no sorrow tonight. Who picked up the snowflakes at the snap of a finger! Who is obsessed with beauty instantly! Who drinks a pot of moonlight! Who is drunk and melancholy? Tears melt into the snow, just like the fleeting years lose youth. I raise a glass and get drunk alone, after drinking the snow, I feel one year old again at a loss... I just sigh that my beloved is gone, and the rest of my life is confused.

8. Looking at the Changhuai River, the wind and rain turn into tears. A little sadness turned into water flowing in the east. Two flying swallows follow each other close at hand. Love and dreams are hard to come by in this life, but the scenery of spring is always charming. Facing the sky, I looked at each other speechlessly, wishing I could get drunk instead of wine.

9. The good wind is like water, and the bright eyes are like the moon. A lonely scene is still sweet to recall. Suddenly, when I look back, I see the shadow of the moon and the ripples in the water, wondering what is going on in my mind now. While talking and laughing, a little calmness can hardly conceal a broken heart.

10. Listening to the piano while drunk, smiling and chanting poems, leaving a mark of sorrow for half a lifetime. The past is fleeting, the next life is green and crisp, and the world of mortals sheds tears of love. I wandered around looking at my hometown several times, thinking about my beautiful face, and my dreams were just like before. Who doesn't want to leave traces of memory in an instant? Who is willing to say goodbye to my beloved, cherishing the past reincarnation, clear frost and noisy Khotan, fragile oaths, forgetting the ripples of the river, and the sweetness of the heart, but the ruins, the love has passed for thousands of years, vaguely revolving, the old fate of the mortal world.

11. A beautiful family like flowers is no match for the fleeting years; a heart as solid as a rock is no match for the passing clouds. There are too few people who help each other in this world, and too many people who forget each other in the world. Some people who have loved deeply regard the days and nights as eternity, and the lingering love for a moment as a lifelong love. So I made a promise, and I had the extravagant hope of holding my son's hand and growing old together with him.

12. After a thousand years of reincarnation, whose eyes are fascinated by the mortal world on Moshang? Whose yesterday has been tainted by the extravagant world? A tunnel through time and space, a wandering wave in the past life. I accidentally lost my way back to Jiangnan in my dream. That day, peach blossoms were flying and green hair was blowing on the willows. Qian smiled half-faced with makeup. Playing a tune, the thousand-year-old Yao Qin intoxicates whose heart? In confusion, I was stunned by that glance, fell by that glance, and fell for a thousand years.

13. We are all passers-by in the world of mortals. Am I fascinated by you? Who is heartbroken for me? In the vast sea of ??people, who should I stay for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water be treasured? The world smiles, how many people have never found their true love throughout their lives, and how many people have lost themselves in the search... Tearing at the broken flowers in the sunset, let the love of a lifetime turn into the corners of the old eyes.

14. If I am just a passer-by in your vast sea of ??people, can you not let me be obsessed with you? If, I am just the decoration of your flowery years, can you not let me be intoxicated? If I am just the starting point of your half-life wandering, can you not let me leave? If I am just a dispensable firework for you, can you not let me be broken? I can’t see the ending of the story. Who is waiting for me in the ancient city of Misty Rain? The flowers fall silently and fall all over the ground. Do you know whose feelings you have hurt? Whose heart was broken?

15. How many passers-by in the world of mortals, how many clouds and mist of the past, dispersed at the end of the world with the word of farewell. Colorful butterflies dance on sleeves in the breeze, and warm jade produces smoke and harp geometry; in dreams, incense is sold out and beautiful people dream, and the dawn rises and the moon rises, and the mandarin ducks are drunk by the Qinhuai River, and osmanthus flowers fly in the palace in the sky. Drunken eyes, tears stained the beautiful face. The word "heart" is still missing, love is stranded, and life is separated, but I can never leave it behind, and I will always leave my thoughts in those fleeting years.

16. The faces of the whole life, the scenery of passing by - in the world of mortals, we pass each other, in the end, whose scenery is whose... I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will definitely We will meet and form water, ice, or dust... I hope you are my most beautiful scenery, and I am your long-awaited homecoming.

17. Leaning alone on the balcony with tears streaming down my face, I talk about love alone on Chinese Valentine's Day. I don’t ask whether you will grow old, but I hope there will be no separation for the rest of my life. Words are easy to hurt; wine is easy to get drunk. Astringent tears, sweet smile. It's just that the flowers fall on the Chinese Valentine's Day night and fold into a play. It hurts for a moment and is forgotten for a season. Empty memories disturb the silence. The smile is gone, and I feel lonely. Thinking about Hua Nian, it suddenly seems like a dream. Just like running water, it never returns. Don’t cry goodbye, don’t complain about final sorrow.

18. Whoever watches for whom becomes an eternal monument, who for whom condenses into a thousand-year tear. Who keeps the sea till the mulberry fields for whom, who waits the night until day for whom. Who turns black hair into white hair for whom, and who wastes youth into fallen flowers for whom. Who made whom laugh, who made whom cry, who held whose hand, who married whom? Who is who? It doesn’t matter whether you know the answer or not. Don’t force yourself to be who!

19. The yellow spring and the blue sky have gone, and from now on we are divided into two places. It’s a companionship in this life, or a cherishment in the next life. On the road to the end of the world, the soul returns to its hometown. There is no snow or clear sky tonight, no sadness or joy, and the wind blows softly when we look at each other. The spring rain continued all night, the willows outside the inn, the grass on the grass, and the flute played by wild ferrymen. In the past, the world is far away today. The catkins are soft and soft, and the flowing water is full of flying flowers. Since I poured the fine wine over the river and the sky, after washing my face, I found it worthy of a smile.

20. Who is wandering by the street, who is waiting by the ancient road. A thousand years of looking back, a hundred years of loneliness. No one agrees with loneliness, and one hates loneliness. The encounter in the past life, the encounter in this life. Love is flying in the wind, love is playing in the rain. The wishful thinking, the confusion and infatuation that I once had, have gone with the wind when I wake up from the dream. At this moment: love is speechless, love is silent. Tears wet my eyes and filled my heart.

21. The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. The fallen leaves gathered and dispersed, and the jackdaws roosted again. We know the day when we meet each other, but it is hard to be in love at this time and night. Entering the door of my lovesickness, I know that my lovesickness is painful. Long lovesickness brings long memories of each other, but short lovesickness lasts endlessly. I had known that it would be such a stumbling block for people's hearts. How could I not have known each other in the beginning.

22. Who received the bonus? Whose leaves are withered? Who is the cold moon? Who is dispersed by the wind? Flowers bloom in one season and wither in another. One tree is green, and the other is withered and yellow. A glance at the cold moon, eyes full of lovesickness! After all, they are all destined to be reincarnated in the past life, and if you are not willing to accept it, you can only appoint it. You really don’t have to worry about it, it’s just that you’re out of your depth. So, I forget while walking along the way, and I look back frequently along the way, unwilling, unwilling to give up, unbearable...

23. When the prosperity comes to an end and time is shattered, I see a place of sadness in front of the defeated flowers. All the oaths of each other are In the end, it is not as good as the fateful night, and the transformation and prosperity will end in incompleteness. Who is watching over the horizon for whom? Who for whom has lost sight of the way back, and for whom the brocade blossoms into flowers and scatters into rain? I chanted softly in my heart and dare not forget it. I make my last wish before reincarnation. Is there anyone who can give me a lifetime of expectations with one minute of waiting?

24. My heart is like the sea, my love is like a flower, who has I wrongly paid to with my infatuation? Tears of beauty, who should I blame? Who is singing softly in the ear; who is swearing to each other.

The waves are surging, and my heart seems to have returned to that year. You and I held the petals in our hands and hugged each other, walking on this quiet ancient road. But now that the time is gone, dreams are gone, like fog and lightning. Love will never regret it in life, love is everywhere. The scenery is beautiful in a moment.

25. In this life, you are me, the confidante who has been forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, stained with the world of mortals, and scattered with sad thoughts. Destinations arise and ends, we pass each other by, whoever fell in love with my city, whose heart I betrayed, from then on, that face was forgotten to the end of the world, and we never looked at each other. If I miss a season with you, it will be the time when the flowers fall. Dressed in red, her skirts fluttering, and her tender sleeves fluttering out, it's as if she's throwing away a thousand years of past.

26. The lonely star is broken, the residual dream is broken, and the plain clothes are cold. The face in the mirror looks thin under the moon. Looking forward through the curtain makes me full of sadness. I always want to escape those memories about you, return to the ultimate peace, and let my heart be calm and calm. However, the moment I turned around, you forgot the tenderness of thousands of years and planted a lasting wound for me in this life; even the drunkenness of a thousand cups cannot wipe out the sorrows of this life. Inside and outside the scroll, each word is engraved with heart, only one song tells an unchanging story, which fades into the bottom of my heart.

27. The moon is silent and people remain the same, and the years have gone through several reincarnations in the world. I can't stop talking, looking at the vast world of mortals and the misty rivers! I don’t understand how to correct and implement the constant entanglement between each other, like a frozen scene. The long feelings, the pain again and again, the touching again and again, looking back, it is just a dream.

28. I can’t bear to be the master of prosperity, but I can’t bear to listen to the music of prosperity. The painful lovesickness ignited another kind of loneliness. The love that has been bumpy for several lifetimes will finally stop in the sorrow of parting. The beautiful long shadow of parting has widened the distance between us. On this bank, you are on the opposite side of the river, and I can only stand across the distance. Mist says hello to you, you step on my heart with determined steps, and then leave.

29. The wind is quiet, the water is cold, the hibiscus is all over the city, the peonies are fragrant, the morning sun is drinking dew, the willows are fluttering in the sleeves, the Xiaoxiang evening rain is like a hanging curtain, greedy for the red lips, Li Xiao is at the desk, the flowers are on the shadow wall, the evening breeze in the bamboo forest , sending each other off with a piece of paper, singing and dancing about the jade, soaking in the fragrance of half a cup of tea, seeing a life of wandering, sighing at the rain and lotus collecting dew, and complaining that the green face is stained by wind and frost, the cinnabar is dotted with fat, and the dark eyes convey love, whose order is it? In the prosperous and prosperous age, whose pen and ink were used to divine the hexagram for whom? Drunk tonight, the fleeting years have changed; recalling the past, light ink and plain paper. The cocoon of love turns into a butterfly. The butterfly breaks into pieces for the flowers, but the flowers fly with the wind. Singing a few words in a low voice, I asked drunkenly what year it is today?

30. The fine wine and jade dew are waiting for the prime minister to fall, and his soul is sad. He picks up the flowers in the morning and the evening, and sighs at the ruins of his temples. Standing alone under the moon, shadows and shadows hang together. I hold a green lantern to watch the mourning of flowers, a solo song of the cold crescent moon, full of mess, the moment of youth, lost and buried under the rain of parasol trees, the throbbing Mood for Love, infatuated with your three thousand green silk hair.

31. Luocheng is silent, the pen remains in mourning, dancing in the dust, flying sand, the Qinhuai River cuts off the melancholy, accumulates ink to warm the night, the bright moon in the Qin Dynasty moves over the female wall, Cangyang Gyatso , Xin shakes the music. The waning moon is setting in the window of the shop window, and the shadows shaking the city are full of sorrow. The gorgeous dreams fall to the ground, touching the pain you left behind, and the corners of your eyes are unknowingly wet with tears.

32. The pen is full of flowers, the shallow marks are dark, the calligraphy is plain ink, and the makeup is on the paper. The eyes are filled with tears, and the smile is cold and residual. I drink lightly and get drunk, comforting the vicissitudes of life, rocking the boat, boating on the lake, and taking a coop. The green smoke is fishing alone in the cold river, and the layers of ripples gradually disperse. The weak pen is still filling in the broken sentences for you. The broken armor is still fighting for you to share the world. The rusty halberd is still in the rain of blood. In the fishy wind, the arrogant fairy tale collapses.

33. The wind is resentful, the water is cold, the hibiscus is all over the city, the peonies are fragrant, the morning dew is drunk, the willows are fluttering in the sleeves, and the evening rain in Xiaoxiang is like a hanging curtain, greedy for the red lips, the dawn is at the desk, the flowers make up the shadow wall, the evening breeze in the bamboo forest, a piece of paper is sent to each other, singing and dancing of jade , half a cup of tea is soaked in the fragrance of the remaining warmth, seeing a life of wandering, sighing at the rain and lotus collecting the remaining dew, and complaining that the green face is stained by the wind and frost, the cinnabar is dotted with grease, and the dark eyes express feelings, whose orders are traversing the prosperity of the prosperous age, whose pen and ink, and For whom was that hexagram predicted? Drunk tonight, the fleeting years have changed; recalling the past, light ink and plain paper. The cocoon of love turns into a butterfly. The butterfly breaks into pieces for the flowers, but the flowers fly with the wind. Singing a few words in a low voice, I asked drunkenly what year it is today?

34. The fine wine and jade dew are waiting for the prime minister to fall, and his soul is sad. He picks up the flowers in the morning and evening, and sighs at the ruins of his temples. Standing alone under the moon, shadows and shadows hang together. I hold a green lantern to watch the mourning of flowers, a solo song of the cold crescent moon, full of mess, the moment of youth, lost and buried under the rain of parasol trees, the throbbing Mood for Love, infatuated with your three thousand green silk hair.

35. The immortal elegance under the blue monument splendid the lonely years of Shen Cang. The withered leaves of flowers and butterflies danced the youth with their incomplete wings. Whose blood and tears are buried underground? A good story about the transformation of troubled times. Thousands of years of tears, long-lived love, and endless endless world are actually the world of one person. The empty city is stained with smoke and sand, and under the ruins of the ruins, a lonely soul is free to seek knowledge for the next peerless myth.

36. Touching red lips, trying to talk but giving up, whispering beautiful poems, writing poems about leaving people, drunk and happy, reluctant to pick fallen flowers, a few lights, dim all night, lingering in the past life, wind and frost crush the plum blossoms, The orchid display window is open, the folding fan is opened, the head is covered with blue and white flowers, and a dark curtain is rolled up, reflecting the past and present.

37. Human language, Sioux City Luo Xia, heart-breaking songs, the collapse of red embroidery and fragrant, the years of bean pirates, subtle, heart-wrenching abjection, faded over time, what was originally The dreamy fairy tale of two people has now become a joke for one person.

38. The rice paper is dyed with ink, Hanlin Vocabulary, the brocade silk and grosgrain, the silk curtain and the dream, express the lovesickness of the paper, the fragrance of ink, the lingering calligraphy. The dense Han Dynasty Fu Yuan song is a song of farewell, tainted with Tang Shining's lyrics, and the loss of Jinnian composes a beautiful song of mourning, resting on the pain of wandering, sleeping in that life, dejected, soul-breaking, and miserable. The flowers are falling from a distance, the rain turns into butterflies, the wind and smoke are left behind in dreams, and a single scroll of the Brahma Sutra dawns.

39. The harps are all gone, the joys and sorrows are parting, the stars are hidden and the moon is fading, the life is in turmoil alone, the remaining candles are left with tears, the drunken reflections are stained with purple sandalwood, whose song is the alluring love, the night falls Swallowing the mountains, who is recalling the aftertaste. The silk silk is cold and solemn, with three thousand weak strands, the performance is unparalleled, the face is swaying, and the solo ends. The cold dream is like a dream, the country is picturesque, the pride is spacious, I will write a piece of paper for you with the fragrance of ink, and write down the unparalleled love. Mandarin ducks are playing in the water, Tsinghua University is ups and downs, leaning on the railing and thinking deeply, hating the morning dew.

40. Huanhua quietly flows with the passing water, a spring dream bids farewell to the dawn of night. I once wrote a running script for the mourning of the butterfly. I caught the light rain for a while, and the pen became a mourning. The tears fell with the words, and the fallen ones The crescent moon pays homage to the childhood sweethearts and childhood sweethearts of those years. A complete collection of classic ancient phrases about the beauty of ancient customs

When spring comes, there are peach blossoms and water everywhere, and you can’t tell where to find the fairyland. Poems about water in "A Journey to the Peach Blossom"

The so-called beauty is on the side of the water. . The Book of Songs "Jianjia"

The water is all pale green, and the bottom is thousands of feet deep. Wu Jun's "Book of Thoughts with Zhu Yuan"

I still pity the water of my hometown, and send my boat sailing thousands of miles away. Li Bai's "Farewell at the Jingmen Gate"

The water of Chu is as clear as the sky, and the blue sea leads to it in the distance. Li Bai's "Jiang Xia Farewell to Song Dynasty"

I used to hear about the water in Dongting, and now I go to Yueyang Tower. Du Fu's "Wu Chu Southeast Crossing"

The tide is flat and the two banks are wide, the wind is blowing and the sail is hanging. Wangwan "Under Cibeigu Mountain"

White hair floats on the green water, and anthurium stirs the clear waves. "Ode to the Goose" by King Luo Bin

The water flows as intended, and the birds return at dusk. Wang Wei's "Returning to Songshan"

I miss you every day, but I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. Li Zhiyi's "Bu Shuzi"

The water in Canglang is clear, and I can carry my tassel. Anonymous "Song of Water in the Canglang" from the Warring States Period

The clouds are green and green, ready for rain, and the water is sluggish, giving rise to smoke. Li Bai's "Sleepwalking Tianmu's Song of Farewell"

The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love. Li Bai's "Gift to Wang Lun"

Cutting off the water with a knife makes the water flow even more, raising a cup to eliminate sorrow makes the sorrow worse. Li Bai's "Xie? Tower in Xuanzhou"

The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky and rushes to the sea never to return. Li Bai's "About to Enter the Wine"

The autumn water of Nanhu Lake is smokeless at night, and one can ride the current straight up to the sky. Li Bai's "Accompanying Clan Uncle Xingbu"

I would like to ask you about Dongliushui. Do you want to know who is short and long with you? Li Bai's "Jinling Wine Shop"

The mountains and moons don't know what's going on in their hearts, and the water and wind are empty and the eyes are dazzled. Wen Tingyun's "Dream of Jiangnan, Thousands of Hate"

Egrets fly in front of Xisai Mountain, and peach blossoms and flowing water are fat to mandarin fish. Zhang Zhihe's "Fisher's Song"

The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of Shujiang River beats the mountain flow. Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems"

The willows are green and the Qingjiang River is level, and I hear the singing of people stepping on the Langjiang River. Liu Yuxi's "Bamboo Branch Poems"

When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"

To the north of Gushan Temple and to the west of Jia Pavilion, the water surface is initially flat and the clouds are low. Bai Juyi's "Spring Journey to Qiantang Lake"

The spring is silent and cherishes the trickle, and the shade of the tree shines on the water, loving the clear and soft water.

"Little Pond" by Yang Wanli

A few branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of spring river water. Su Shi's "Hui Chong Chun Jiang"

The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west, so don't sing the yellow chicken with your white hair. Su Shi's "Huanxi Sand"

When spring comes, peach blossoms and water are everywhere, and I don't know where to find the source of immortality. Wang Wei's "Journey to Peach Blossoms"

The green mountains are faintly covered by the water, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered since autumn. Du Mu's "Send to Han Chuo in Yangzhou"

The weather was new on March 3rd, and there were many beautiful people by the water in Chang'an. Du Fu's "Beautiful Woman's Journey"

Looking north, the smoke and clouds never end, and the river flows to the east with long water. "Chaozhou Song No. 6" by Wang Yuanliang

The falling flowers follow the flowing water intentionally, but the flowing water has no intention of falling in love with the falling flowers. Shi Weibai's "Continuation of the Deng Lu"

There is water in a thousand rivers, a moon in a thousand rivers, and a cloudless sky in thousands of miles. Lei'an is receiving "Jia Tai Pu Leng Lu"

The flowers are floating and the water is flowing, a kind of lovesickness and two places of leisurely sorrow. Li Qingzhao's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms"

How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. Li Yu's "Poppy Poppy" Ancient style beautiful love phrases to talk about moods

1. You are the tenderness of my life, the fragrance beside my pillow, spreading a sweet fragrance in the moonlight, and warming my lifelong attachment. A pool of autumn water flows in my eyes, and longing fills my eyebrows. Under the bright moon, I am still the woman in my dream, with long hair and colorful clothes, dancing and making shadows. And thousands of miles away, are you stroking the sword and chanting, your white clothes are better than the snow, and your smile is pure.

2. You are the Buddhist bead in front of the Buddha. When the dust settles, the memory of the relationship is as dim as wind and frost. I am willing to fall for you in the sea of ??love in my previous life, maybe just for you. In exchange for meeting you in this life. I can't let your lotus-like thoughts lead me to wild dreams, I just want to exchange for the fragrance of a season of blooming flowers in this life to repay you and my thousand years of waiting in my previous life!

2. We want to stay together, but it is difficult to see each other, and we are far away from each other. Sadness breaks the heart; love fades away easily, hate also lasts long, and people are hesitant when the lights are dim; traveling through thousands of mountains and wading through thousands of rivers, there are two lines of tears on the eyes of lovesickness; spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and the lingering fragrance remains after the prosperity; the drunkenness is strong, and the heart is also drunk, Luo The shirt is light and the sleeves are flying; thinking about the autumn water, thinking about the beloved, the world is as close as a mandarin duck; the love in the past life, the debt in this life, the world of mortals is a dream of reincarnation.

3. We want to stay with each other, but it is difficult to see each other, and people are heartbroken at the end of the world; love is easy to pass away, but hate is also long-lasting, and people are hesitant in the dim lights; traveling through thousands of mountains and crossing thousands of rivers, there are two lines of tears on the road to lovesickness; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and the lingering fragrance remains after the prosperity; looking at the sky, sighing at the bright moon, alone and melancholy; the wine is strong, the heart is also drunk, the light sleeves of the shirt are flying; thinking about the autumn water, thinking about the beloved, the world is as close as a mandarin duck; the love in the past life, this life Debt, the world of mortals is a dream of reincarnation.

4. A thousand years of drunkenness in the mortal world, accompanied by songs in a lonely life. For you, I am drunk with eternal reincarnation, and pale the brief but eternal love in this rolling world of mortals. In the thousands of years of poetry and painting, I was drunk with your charming wine while holding flowers and smiling. Once the vast sea turned into a few dreams and sorrows. In the moment of epiphyllum, whose fingertips inadvertently flowed through a thousand years of time, locking the moment in melancholy thoughts. of fragrance.

5. Life is a fate, from the beginning to the end, from nothing to something, from something to nothing. Although it is destined to disappear, but there are numerous noises, comings and goings, love and pain. After that, he smiled innocently, so he had no regrets. As time goes by, youth is exhausted, and there is a lot of melancholy and confusion, just because the cutting is continuous and the reason is still broken. This feeling and scene are all like a dream, my heart and mind are moving, just to pursue this incomprehensible fate.

6. When you are drunk, you realize that the wine is strong, and when you wake up, you realize that your dreams are empty. It turns out that it is also painful to watch the withered flowers. Who buried a lifetime of promises in front of your tomb? Whose love of life and death was painted in the scroll of the world of mortals? In the end, you can only guard that unchanging face for a thousand years. Looking at the sky full of cherry blossoms, sadness flows, but it cannot cover up the mottled passage of time. For whom did the burned-out elegance turn into the flower of the other side? Whoever caressed my hair owes me the price of my life.

7 A bridge is named Naihe; a river is named Wangchuan. By the Sansheng Stone, the beautiful woman is still there. I wish to accompany you for three thousand times of drunken laughter, without telling the sorrow of separation; in memory, the beauty is like jade, and the sword is like a rainbow, shattering the void; in pity, every word is sad after flying, and the love is hard to contemplate. The flowers and water in the environment are at your fingertips. He drank Meng Po soup with a smile. She doesn't shed tears of beauty! She can't stand up to the mist and rain, and she is just as sad as heaven and earth. If there is an afterlife and I fall in love with you, who knows this love!

8. Believe in love at first sight, and believe that there will always be someone waiting for you quietly at the corner of the years.

Just keep your eyes open and search carefully

9. Every story: it may be warm, sad, romantic, touching, real, hypocritical, or even ugly, no matter what The story just allows everyone to understand love more truly. Maybe we all believe in love, but it does not mean that everyone’s love is as pure as pure water

10. There is a kind of singleness, just to wait for someone , waiting for the one who deserves to be waited. It’s not that I don’t want to say goodbye to being single, or that I want to be a bachelor forever, but that I am willing to quietly choose to live alone for the sake of that affection, that love, and the person who has always been in my heart.

11. The most commonly used words we use A childish way of threatening the people you love most. For example, if someone is unhappy and refuses to reply to text messages or calls, blocks them, threatens to no longer need the other person, and watches him looking for you like a madman, your heart will get an unprecedented sense of satisfaction and revenge, right? But this feeling will soon fade away. will disappear and you may lose this person later. When he stops looking for you, you will realize that the only person willing to be bullied by you is gone.

12. People are constantly moving forward, but love is regressing. In the past, when I wrote a letter to my lover, it took at least two weeks to arrive and another two weeks to receive a reply. These four weeks were wonderful. But now, lovers can send text messages and make phone calls at any time, and their love will be exhausted within 3 days. Love requires imagination. The state of mind preparing for love is more interesting than love itself.

13. If love has not reached a dead end, then please remember: comfort is very important, more understanding, more greetings, more care. Everyone has a past. Revisiting the past is not about remembering the past, but learning how to face new people and new things in the memory. There are thousands of kinds of happy things. Unfortunately, there is always only one thing, and that is: not cherishing what should be cherished; only when you miss it, you will know how to regret it.

14. Love cannot be cherished until it is lost. If one day, I become more indifferent, please remember that when I asked for company, you only said you were busy; if one day, I become arrogant, please remember, you never took me to heart; If one day, I no longer care about you, please remember that you have never heard my thoughts; if one day, I no longer smile at you, please remember that you have never asked me if I am happy. .

15. People who love each other should not declare war easily, because the harm caused by the cold war exceeds your expectations. As long as you like her, there is nothing you can't accept; as long as you like her, you like everything about her. What she needs is not your indifference, turning around and being silent, and what she says is not true. She just wants you to pamper her and love her, even if she doesn't apologize. If you really leave, your eyes will become misty and her eyes will shed tears. Beautiful ancient phrases

1. A lifetime of love, who did you meet once you met, a curtain of willow dreams, who was the empty bridge, a brocade of fragrant books, who did the swans send it to, a bottle of cheese, and the empty cup left you alone Who, with a pillow to prepare for, who has lost weight due to lovesickness, with a sleeve of wind, who has been embraced by desolation, with a sentiment, who has been lost in years, with a clear case of sorrow, who has been chilled by frost and flowers, after thinking about it, who has been lost in the world of mortals, One finger is bleak, who is hit by the cold wind, who is missing from a splendid banquet...

2. Who is it, sitting in the hazy flowing clouds of smoke, counting the full number of people in detail? The fallen flowers in the courtyard? Those bright red lips were murmuring miserably and whimpering. Who picked up the neon clothes left in the Tang and Song Dynasties and played with the lingering strings with their slender fingers? That exquisite Luo Yi is like crying and complaining, and has a slight fragrance. Who is it that is willing to travel through the ages, wandering beyond your shore, giving you a poignant and beautiful romance, and waving thousands of soft brocade and ink flowers for you? Who is it, in the dark night when every flute sound is melancholy, paying homage to you and pitying flowers for you in another life?

3. Who, with my heart, melts the frost of my half life. Who caress my face and comforts my sorrow for half a lifetime. A heartbeat washes away the dust of the world. A wisp of flower soul, intoxicated with beauty and sadness. A chance encounter brought all the mountains and rivers together. One thought is persistent, love is not the same as life and death. The spring water is green, pouring a little softness into the intestines. A thin finger refers to the world of mortals, and thousands of reincarnations lead to ruin. I wish to win the heart of one person and never leave each other. Listen to the flowers bloom and fall, waiting for you for thousands of years. Suddenly looking back, flowers bloomed on the other shore, and the fragrance filled the sea of ??snow.

4. A thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of fate, a thousand years of tears, and a thousand years of drunkenness.

Thousands of years of dust are always charming to the eyes, eternal songs are always lingering in people's hearts, Sanskrit sounds are calming and quiet, the evening drums and morning bells clear the smoke and dust. I think that no matter how much disturbance there is, it is just a smile from the mortal world, and no matter how thick the mist is, it can't lock the heart's photos. . Thousands of words condensed into one eyebrow, you know, tenderness is in my heart, you know, your warmth warms my heart, you caress your eyebrows with your graceful willow arms, smile with tearful eyes, you are beautiful, a thousand years in a moment, a lifetime in a moment, it is the ultimate Warm, naturally tender. Warm words relieve loneliness, and companionship melts the heart, and the years are quiet and peaceful. You are forged by Jin Hua, adding to my beauty. You are the beauty of Shao, and I give you the tender love of spring. A thousand-word letter is written from the heart, and it is not as soft as your words. A hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye, the scenery is green and smokey, the mountains and rivers are covered with willow curtains, the frost is white and the snow is green, holding hands, the blue waves are decorated with eternal tenderness, the love is full of tenderness, the first encounter in the world of mortals makes love, and the human companionship lasts for thousands of years. Love for a lifetime!

5. The lyrics are euphemistic, the poems are picturesque, and the songs and dances bring joy and beauty. I would like to give you a poem as long as a scroll, singing songs and dancing for the rest of your life. Two people on the road, alone and alone, enjoying the spring scenery and carrying the fleeting years together for the rest of your life. The world is short but love is long-lasting. The world is empty and empty. Only if you cherish me, the future will be long. The most important thing is to know the king's will in the world, the most important thing is to write thousands of chapters of love, the fragrance of calligraphy and ink, the wonderful poems, the heart-melting rhymes, and the heartfelt emotions of the letters. The elegance of eternity is far away, the flowing waves are quiet and long, Weiyang night, singing and singing, but we have met thousands of years ago, the meeting in the beautiful city foreshadowed the appointment in this life, Ruruo, how can we fall in love at first sight, and become persistent in one thought, the willow moon is as graceful as yesterday In the Chinese years, how can we be afraid that the years will make the flowers grow old? A screen of Lan language conveys lovesickness, and each word and article conveys longing for love.

6. The flowers on the other side are blooming, and the leaves are falling, dyeing the long road to Huangquan red. The blue sky is above and the netherworld is falling. But in front of the bridge, is the bowl of Meng Po soup that forgets love and love, can it not make me sad? You hid my face deeply, beside the Three Lives Stone? Unfinished love, looking forward to the next life, to continue the unfinished lingering love. At that time, I was waiting for your graceful return in the place where the peach blossoms were in full bloom,,,

< p> 7. The moon leaks out of the window and covers up the lonely lamp, and the shadows dance sadly in the falling wind. The old scars on the mind are finally gone, who will repeat the music and touch the new zither? Qingben's jade is scattered in the wild, and it is quiet and pleasant in front of the elegant pavilion. The vines are entangled with charming green, and the light, wind and moon are soft and graceful. The two swallows on the low eaves are often envied, sitting alone facing the wind and worrying endlessly. The feelings of yesterday are difficult to understand today, and the flowers and leaves are drifting in the remaining water. The lovesickness has ended, and the sorrow continues, a song of farewell and a quiet song. The clouds follow the wind and love is hard to leave, a period of lovesickness and a period of sadness. No one can understand the lingering meaning, except for the spring breeze. Think lightly and send it to the end of the world, thousands of threads and farewell thoughts at night. The neon lights outside the pavilion are shining, and the silent rain is soft and fluttering. Se Feng stood still thinking about lovesickness. Don’t say again, companions in the world of mortals. How many times do we wait to meet again? The oath is still empty. The clear rain blew over both umbrellas. Slender fingers, wet thoughts! The wind is clear and the small courtyard is soft, and the smoke is thick and the ink is thick. The piano and the harp always lag behind the mandarin duck pillars. Say it quietly, the way back is when you came. Looking forward to bright eyes from the end of the world, don’t spend this life in vain.

8. A pool of wrinkled flower mourning poured the rouge of orchid and cinnamon into the brocade, washed away the beauty of the sun, moon and stars, drained away the coldness of the ages, and withered. The poignancy of Three Lives and Three Worlds. Just because I made a three-life promise by the Wangchuan River in my previous life, I was so infatuated with you for a single day and cherished you for thousands of years. Watch the world of mortals pass through the gorgeous time, watch the flowing smoke shake the sadness of a lifetime, and watch the desolation of the falling red withered for a season. Use sad fingers to carve a faint mark of ink on the petals, fill in an ancient poem, and then a pipa tune will be lost, and a soft memory will be warmed. Before he can return to his old age, his soul will be deeply hurt. My eyes are full of sadness and moisture, but now I can't find you. Independent of the breeze and drizzle, I sigh sadly that the world is prosperous, but it has nothing to do with me.

9. The gentle promises that were once made to each other turned into clouds and disappeared. The love words and whispers on the moonlit night before the flowers in the past have long since fallen apart. It's a pity that true love is hard to find in the world, let the dark fragrance leave traces. It's a shame, the brocade is so prosperous, but where love is strong, joy is thin. It's ridiculous, the mountains have no edges and the rivers are exhausted, but I dare to be king; sad, my heart is full of tenderness and lovesickness, who can wipe away the tears? Red hands, goblet, drunkenness, fate, and love. The flowers withered and the water flowed by itself, sighing with sorrow and lamenting the loneliness. Those who have been practicing for a hundred years are crossing in the same boat, and those who have been practicing for a thousand years are sleeping on the pillow. In this life, we are not able to ride together in the same boat. It is like a flash in the pan, like a shooting star, and it is fleeting. Everything is like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. It's not that the love is not true enough, nor that the love is not deep enough. It's just that our practice is too shallow and we have no chance to meet in Zen. Buddha said: It takes five hundred lifetimes to look back before this life passes by. In this life, the Buddha has fulfilled my longings. The startling glimpse by the stone bridge has led to a beautiful encounter. Happiness is always too hasty. In my past life, I waved frequently and looked back a thousand times in exchange for staying with you in this life.

How many thousand years will it take to wait for the next reunion? How many reincarnations can I go through before I get the chance to renew my relationship with you?

10. Appreciate the moon while gazing at the flowers and compose flower poems, look at the flowers at the moon and recite moon poems. If a person has flowers and moons every year, there is no need to miss the moon. Raise your glass and drink before the flowers under the moon. When you are drunk and sleep with the flowers, you will be crazy about the moon. The frost of the years dyes the blue silk of the flowers, and the waning moon of the flowers misses me.

11. Peng Ying Jiang Que is soothing and the sky seems to be returning with spring. She has faded her fairy clothes and is sitting among the cloud screens. Her plum makeup is new, but her beauty remains the same. A piece of plain paper is wrapped around the fingers softly, thoughts trickling down, and the tide is full of sorrow. Suddenly I heard the sound of wild geese in the distance, a sad voice, as if complaining: The light sleeves add to the coldness of the pitiful posture, the shadow of the screen window, the night thoughts in the quiet window, so many feelings, the crazy dream in the cold building, who can explain it? There are so many tears, every word is filled with love and every sentence is filled with tears. The pouring rain washes away the depressing heat and humidity. The mist has dispersed, the coolness is rising, but the patter is still dripping. The lotus cup is dripping, standing towards the water as before, looking at the shadow passionately, and my heart can't rest...