Second, splash ink and blow wax, I admire the world of mortals and warm the paper for your stylus.
Third, the husband doesn't have no tears and doesn't spill the parting room.
I will give you two sleeves of fireworks. So, if I turn the soil into sand, will you bring me tea and water?
Five or three thousand weak waters, after Qian Fan, who can protect me from falling again in this life?
6. Have you always been like this, quietly staring at the sadness of being homeless in the sunset?
Seven, the moon is accompanied by stars, the stars are beside the moon, the stars are shining, the moon is infatuated, the flowers are drunk, the butterflies are dancing, and the flowers are blooming.
Eight, cherish every flower, but every time it falls, fate will not stop, and fate will not stay.
Nine, when there is snow in Qingshan, the smoke is not old.
Ten, the river boat crossed the red wall, and later generations played Wu.
Eleven, the day is not old, love is hard to fight. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Twelve, I spent my whole youth, but I couldn't get out of the long rainy season. I sang all the way, turned around all the way, with endless aftertaste and shed tears. I turned my heart into dew, perched on the broad leaves of my dream, and fell asleep, waiting for the morning light in the afterlife to wake me up gently. Then, in this life, can you allow me to settle down and return my innocent heart to the moon, as gentle as jade and with clear eyes, just like Ying Ying when I first saw him?
Thirteen, I was drunk in the peach blossom, saw you drinking tea on the piano, and dreamed that I had been lovesick all my life, and my eyes lit up.
14. Three thousand floating masks. Who will share it with Long song?
Fifteen, Swift is still perched under the eaves and reported to your library.
Pick a handful of alfalfa in my lifetime. Facing the blue sky like dye, go to your place to ask questions.
Seventeen, if life is like the first time, we don't know each other's names, and we don't need to remember each other's faces. It doesn't matter whether we stay there or stop. It is important that we remember each other's smiles and help.
Eighteen, I am not you, and I don't know his Iraq. It's okay to come and go. I am very sad and happy, and I also said that I am very close and intimate. It used to be boring, but now it's boring in retrospect!
Nineteen, strip, fireworks, you turn around, low pavilion, the world of mortals rolling, I sigh Xiao again.
Twenty, the full moon night, the top of the purple ban. A sword comes from the west, flying fairy in the sky.
Twenty-one, ask the geese to send a brocade book, can you return? Riverside people are independent and calm.
Twenty-two, I feel that my thoughts are flying and will stay in the present.
Twenty-three, the world is drunk, drunk and dreaming, the world is stupid, infatuated with no regrets.
Twenty-four, who should be robbed by who became who's obsession.
Twenty-five, if life is just like the first time, I only want to miss you. Time freezes for an instant, leaving only the original appearance in the dream.
Twenty-six, half-life love refers to quicksand. A misty rain, a moment of youth. Under the silent swing, flowers fly in the morning and evening. Jinghong left, and the dream was shattered. Whistling mountains and singing water, leaning on pillows and clouds. Dance under the red dust, and the wind and rain will be controlled by it.
Twenty-seven, three glasses of muddy wine, a few heartfelt words. When you go home, smile with her.
Twenty-eight, it seems that this star was not last night, and the wind and dew stood in the middle of the night for whom.
On the 29th, it snowed several times in Tianchi. Changhong will send the bright moon for a while and look back for a while. The two choked together and sent them like water.
Thirty, the vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is exhausted. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
Thirty-one, the bamboo dock has no dust and water, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.
32, open the HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance.
Thirty-three, the world laments that bosom friends are hard to find. In fact, it is not that bosom friends are hard to find, but that an indifferent heart is complacent about the world. I only want to dance with the moon in this life and invite the moon to sleep together.
Thirty-four, three transgressions and two dreams, the butterfly dance is still the same, although the rain is still fragrant, the night is already cold.
Thirty-five, I broke my string and promised you an afterlife. Now that the glory has faded, it should be regarded as a kind of prosperity.
Thirty-six, if you are in full bloom, the breeze will come, and if you are in a mood of ups and downs, smile safely.
Qq Antique Talking about Mood Phrases
First of all, a toast? Fu Xinshi said that old grievances were broken and the past was scattered. The past has been a thousand times, and tonight is a dream. A few strands of hair, a little residual red, tea fragrance and ecstasy. Samsara, tangled fate, vacant silence. The green flute blows wind and rain, and the long sleeves are erratic. In a word, it blooms a thousand times of sadness and tenderness. Acacia, immersed in eternal paper, rippled with fragrance. Thousands of miles apart, hazy and desolate mood. In the world of mortals left behind, the sigh of the world turned into a kind of sad and soft affection. Flowers bloom silently, and I don't care about anyone. Leisure time is dim and gloomy, leaving a fragrance alone. Laugh at the world of mortals and dream of Xu Yi. The wind Leng Yue remnants, tears streaming down her face mournful. The petals of tears can't bear the tenderness of the past and are scattered in the palm of your hand. Leaning against the railing, drunk writing the sadness all the way. Where is the way back when your eyes are busy? Sad rhyme echoed in the sad night, singing the bright moon at that time. When I started writing, I was homesick. How many things have happened in the past, and who am I worried about? With tears in my eyes, I asked who it was. After several midnight dreams, I still remember it calmly. Raise a glass to mourn alone, write new poems to talk about old worries, and who will accompany the lights at dusk.
Second, if you get drunk together, your love will be cold, strong and tired. The separation of the two places is deeply concerned and will be expected. Love in a pen. Lovers are like wings, and couples have enjoyed fairy tales. When the full moon comes out, meditation will return to the temple. Love deeply, write golden songs and sing Gone with the Wind. Double disc dance, drunken flower floor, ten fingers locked for life. It's late at night, the dragon is floating on the clouds, drunk and dreaming. As ethereal as a fairy, I forgot the fleeting time.
Third, her heart is flawless, her heart is soft as jade, her heart is warm, and her eyes are full of infatuation. She enjoys each other for the first time and carries a strong pulse. She knows what to do. If you like, you will follow me, you will follow me, you will rely on me, you will follow me, you will promise me, you will give me, and you will cherish me. I would like to compose the years into songs and melodies, and I would like to entrust them to you tenderly.
Fourth, a piece of acacia, half empty words. Acacia is longer than a dream, and people are separated from each other and alone on the candlestick. The high wind suddenly chilled him, fearing that his heart would never come again. At the end of today's pen, it is difficult to hide the bitterness when you are worried. I seem to be obsessed with it. It also leads to sentimentality, secularization and no dependence. The dance is light and quiet, and the exotic flowers are blooming in Dan trees. Who lights a glass of wine, adds melancholy and longs for love forever. Leaning against the window lattice, the string remains the same, and the tears are sad. Insomnia moment, want to talk to you, lonely for a few pillows. I'm afraid to worry you, and I'm too embarrassed to talk in my sleep. The bluebird holds hands frequently, which warms the forest and kisses the faint place in the morning. Reading by candlelight at night, reading, missing the cock crow, but also proud of it. Yi Shi Langfu, intoxicated between words. Moss, pool diameter, how to remember? Left a mark. Xu Jiangniang is a green lake, always old. Stick to this life and never change your mind.
Five, lotus water is full of pond lotus, Xiaofeng morning dew is blooming. Soft world of mortals, Lingbo dance, colorful and graceful. Embroidered Luo skirt, jade plate condensate Cui; Makeup and colorful flowers. The beautiful image is beautiful, the Iraqis curl up, and the hibiscus comes out of the water, competing with Yao Xian. I will take a photo with you when I am happy, and the red umbrella will cover the sky. Play a song, Zen mind and water, beautiful moonlight. Willow smoke, oriole kingfisher, oblique wear graceful branches. Rhyme with Meng Jun and scale; Hold hands on that day and try to win. Smoke around the heavy fence, waves shaking the leaves, plum wind and red rain to the edge of Nong. Noble and clean, I would like to spend my honeymoon with water. Love songs, yes, lotus picking girls, want to make waves.
Six, if the floating life is a dream, Liu Yuxiang's case, picking the flowers of Wei, is willing to pay thousands of forces for this life and sing together. The world is like the wind, the dust is curled up, the pen is light blue, the book is clean and the makeup is clear, the heart is warm and soft, and the intestines are soft. The end of the year is a fleeting moment, a beautiful moment, how to waste time, how to let the dust hold up the sky, silence and confidence. Drunk, dancing, dancing in neon clothes, flute playing, smiling, beautiful and lasting. Thousands of years of wind, frost, dust, snow, rain and bamboo haze are always in a hurry, and soon the beauty is dark, and Zhu Lou is alone, with a lot on her mind and her heart hovering.
Seven, butterflies flying in clusters, jade pots cold, glass light, intended to move back, life is flashy. Plum plumes fall and watch herons fly. On the moonlit night, they are touching, singing and whispering, and the flowers are exposed. Dai jade buried flowers, lost her soul in the horse on the slope, tears dripping, incense lingering, dancing red. The fragrance of her soul is about to break the weave mark of Yuanyang, the piano sounds like Xu, and the pleated skirt is dedicated to Zixiang Road. The world is falling, Nanpu is a string of silver cups, and the world of mortals is drunk. The strings are sad, the tassels are sprinkled, the acacia is accompanied by smoke, the ghosts cry and the wolves howl, and the shadows fade away!
Stare at the beauty at first sight, and then fall in love again. Wan Li smoke, unintentional smile. It is acacia, and Yan is accompanied by you. Spring jathyapple glance, sad one thousand times. The dream of spring night is hard to ponder. Sleeping with a curtain and dreaming, a poem is a beautiful chapter. Look at Qian Fan, where is home?
Who is it, sitting in the hazy clouds, counting the fallen flowers in the courtyard? Purple lips muttered sadly and sobbed. Who picked up the dresses left over from the Tang and Song Dynasties and picked up the strings with his fingers? Exquisite Luo clothes, such as weeping and complaining, are fragrant. Who is willing to travel through the ages, wander to the other side of you, give you a beautiful romance, and shed thousands of tender brocade ink for you? Who worships and pities you every night when the flute is melancholy?
Ten, plum clouds have no fragrance, and they are frozen in the cold. But where are the sounds of rustling, blowing snow and dancing? Looking for a dream, I can stare at it. He always laments that the years are hard to stay, the wind, flowers and snow are exhausted, and the lingering Iraqis are haggard and damaged. Acacia is thick, lingering for a long time, dreams are around the curtain, and shadows are faint. I think about it. Jade bone's posture is clear, and the snow is flat. Why does it make the world dusty? How many people do you know about Meihua? Beauty is like a dust-free core, fragrant and tender without snow. The flute makes the flowers tremble, only for the whole city to fall colorful. Others stop for you, with rain as the string and wind as the poem! !
Eleven, Yun Shenchu, slowly clear shadow, dream swaying. Drunk listening to gossip, rain relief, night talk, drunken moon talk. Eyes blurred, like a piece of spring water rippling, a small orchestra melodious. It is permeated with beauty, contains sadness, draws words and engraves memories. Can you write an affectionate heart sound on rainy days? Looking back, sighing speechless; Wear Qian Shan, wade thousands of waters and cross Qian Fan; When it is freezing, pillows ring in the sky. A piece of ci fu is like a lotus cup, asking the wind and wine, drinking all the dust.
Twelve, Xue Mei loves the east wind, notices the rhyme, and the soul and shadow blend. Sweet dreams, kissing red lips, warm and affectionate. Xie Enze, a couple; Obsessed with providence, love is endless. Plum blossoms lie in the snow, soft as honey, and the moon admires the stars. A fairy in Yao Palace and a world of mortals met passionately. Snow blooms for plum blossoms, and because of snow love, thousands of flowers compete for red. Play with Chang 'e and rub your ears; Drunk WU GANG, borrow wine to enjoy flowers. How much is your heart worth? Smiling eyes are hazy.
Thirteen, the dust settles, who will spend it? The troubled world has sadly shaken the prosperity. Tears in my heart, resentment of the moon and homesickness. Gentle as water, blue as washing, but falling into a tearful paradise. The hourglass of romantic clouds cannot pick out a trace of tenderness. Who will caress my fragile years? The broken flower of pain and despair can no longer shout out fairy tales that have been sleeping for thousands of years. Who refers to quicksand, which annihilated and blocked the care of beauty in previous lives? Purple strangers filled with smoke, I can't melt the fleeting prosperity, my tears can't wash away the sand in the dust fog, and I'm tired of the ups and downs of flowers. The warmth of Meng Po's soup and the oath of getting wet with three stones sealed the heart, lost love, deleted sadness and enjoyed Zen forever. Dreams are no longer beautiful, hearts are no longer messy, and we pray that we will never meet again in reincarnation.
Fourteen, if the afterlife, thousands of miles away. At the beginning of the shift change, the exchange of ideas was caught by the wind. I vaguely think of the whole city in my dream, and the fate is wrong. I hate it, too. I'm worried about burying my hardships. The town is boring and I miss Iraqis, and the moonlight is cold and I miss them. Drink to drown one's sorrows. If life is promised from the beginning. Know him well, absolutely beautiful. Don't let him down. Hate that time is in a hurry and there are countless scars. Who knows, I care about my sadness. Cherish the fragrance, the stars are cold, and the old home is new. Less than a month, heartbroken!
15, beauty tears, accompany your soul to think about eyebrows, snow shirt dyed sorrow, who twisted HongLing under the lamp, half a lamp dragged cold, eyes hidden for a thousand years, wasted elegance, led alone, who played the flute by the bridge, disturbed the youthful appearance, bronze clouds were chaotic, and the jade hairpin was on record. Autumn eyes are full of paintings, and it is difficult to rest. The lyre song heartbroken, leaving fireworks across the bank for you. The impassable desert forgets the river and can't get rid of the oath. You are in charge of lanterns, shining through the ages, and you are eager to find your destiny with your heart. I will cherish my thoughts with a brocade book in my heart. My piano is melodious, my face is full of tears, my heart is accompanied by your soul, the rain is warm, and my fingers are full of love.
Sixteen, the flowers on the other side are now red on the other side, and Meng Po Tang reflects people's dreams. Who shed tears in front of bloody stones, love is engraved around Sansheng. The shadow on Naihe Bridge is long, and the villagers' eyes are full of tears. The world has forgotten, and the warmth is wrapped in the river. Whoever you loved in the past, the path of reincarnation is beautiful and sad. Faint ancient lights, candles and iron bells are ringing. In front of the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po took the soup bowl, drank all the previous grievances, bid farewell to human feelings, and cried alone in the prison. The cycle of life and death hits a path, awakening the soul to dream. A bridge, through ups and downs. A stone, cast in a previous life. A bowl of soup, drink all the love and hate.
Aestheticism and Antique Talk about Mood Phrases
Aestheticism and Antique Talk about Mood Phrases
First, I fell in love for a lifetime, who I met, a curtain of willow dreams, an empty covered bridge, who Hongyan sent a brocade book, an empty cup of loneliness, a pillow in rainy days, a sleeve of acacia in the north wind, a desolate scene, a variety of customs, a case of sadness and frost and cold. ......
Second, who is it, sitting in the misty clouds, counting the fallen flowers in the courtyard? Purple lips muttered sadly and sobbed. Who picked up the dresses left over from the Tang and Song Dynasties and picked up the strings with his fingers? Exquisite Luo clothes, such as weeping and complaining, are fragrant. Who is willing to travel through the ages, wander to the other side of you, give you a beautiful romance, and shed thousands of tender brocade ink for you? Who worships and pities you every night when the flute is melancholy?
Third, who melted my half-life frost with my heart? Who, touch my face, soothe my half-life sadness. A heart sound washes away the dust in the world. A wisp of flower soul, intoxicated in aesthetic sadness. An encounter poured out mountains and rivers. One thought is persistent, and love is divided into life and death. Ming Che, the spring water, is blue and has poured a lot of heart into it. Finger red dust, after a thousand generations, turned into sorrow. I hope to win a heart and never leave each other. Listen to the flowers bloom and fall, waiting for you for a thousand years. Suddenly looking back, the other shore bloomed and the fragrance filled Xue Hai.
Fourth, a thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of fate, a thousand years of tears, a thousand years of drunkenness. The dust of the Millennium is always fascinating, the songs of the ages are always lingering in people's hearts, the Sanskrit is quiet, and the smog at dusk is clear. I think, no amount of disturbance is just a smile of the world of mortals, and no amount of fog can lock my heart. A thousand words condense an eyebrow, you know, tenderness is a thousand hectares of heart, you know, you are warm and depressed, you are gentle and gentle, you smile with tears, you are beautiful, a thousand years, a lifetime, it is incomparable warmth, natural warmth. Warm words can solve loneliness, and the years are quiet. You forge for Jinhua, add luster to me, you are gorgeous and beautiful, and you are tender for spring, and you can write your feelings in a thousand words, which is not as soft as clear words. In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have passed, and the scenery is really beautiful. The mountains and rivers are covered with willow curtains, and the eternal tenderness is dotted with blue waves, and the world of mortals meets the love of the whole city. The world has been together for thousands of years. Love life!
Fifth, the words are elegantly rhymed and poetic, and the songs and dances are full of joy and beauty. Send you a long poem, sing and dance for the New Year, and two strangers will live together in pairs. The world is short, but the feelings remain the same, and the world is empty. Only you cherish the weight and have plenty of time. The most important thing is that the world knows your will, and the most important thing is to give thousands of chapters affection, calligraphy and aromatherapy, poetry and Miaomiao, rhyme and heart, books and feelings. Eternal elegance is far away, the flowing waves can last for a long time, and the night is not over, but we met a thousand years ago, and the whole city met, which laid the foundation for the encounter in this life. If so, how can you fall in love at first sight, how can you persist, how can you be afraid of old age, and how can you go through thousands of rivers and valleys? A screen of blue language sends acacia, a word long.
6. Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers bloom and fall, and the long yellow road is dyed red. In front of Naihe Bridge, the bowl of forgetful and loveless Meng Po soup, can you not be sad, let you hide my face deeply and look forward to the afterlife, and then it will be endless.
Seven, the non-success window leaks the moon to cover the lonely lamp and dance with the shadow. The old mark in my mind will finally be brushed away, and who will touch the new Zheng? The Qing dynasty is rough and rough, and the elegant pavilion is also quiet and pleasant. The vines are wrapped in green, and the light, wind and moon are gentle and graceful. Shuang Yan, with a low roof, is often admired, sitting alone worrying about the breeze. Yesterday's love is hard to understand today's meaning, and flowers fall and fall. Acacia has been broken, leaving a song. Clouds go with the wind, hard to go, a period of acacia and a period of sorrow. No one can solve the meaning of continuity, only spring breeze. Think lightly and send it to the end of the world, inextricably linked, in the dead of night. Outside the entrance, neon lights are flashing, and silent rain is floating softly. Sir Feng recalled his longing for love. Don't bid farewell to the world of mortals. How many times will we meet again? Swear to remain empty. Clear rain blew through the double umbrella. Finger bombs and getting wet! The wind is clear, the yard is soft and the smoke is heavy. Pipa and harp always lag behind Yuanyang column. Speak in a low voice and go home when you come. Looking forward to the bright eyes, this life is not empty.
Eight, a pool of wrinkled flowers, pour the rouge of Lan Xun's house into the brocade, wash away the lead of the sun, the moon and the stars, drain the eternal cold, and thank the beauty of Sansheng Shishan. Just because I forgot Chuanjiang in my last life, I branded a three-life contract, which made me love you for a thousand years. Watch the world of mortals pass through gorgeous time, watch the blue smoke shake the sadness of life, and watch the desolation of a season falling red and dying. Carve a faint ink mark on the petals with sad fingers, fill in an antique word, and leave a pipa to warm a soft memory. Don't wait for him to come home for the New Year, it will be even deeper. My eyes are full of sadness and humidity, but now I can't find you. Independent of the breeze and drizzle, I am disappointed with the prosperity of the world, but it has nothing to do with me.
Nine, once the promise of eternal love turned into a cloud and disappeared. In the past, the love words on the moonlit night before the flowers had already disappeared. Alas, the truth in the world is hard to find, leaving traces of faint fragrance. Can complain, embroidered brocade is prosperous, and the feelings are deep and thin. Ridiculous, the mountain has no edges, the river is inexhaustible, but it dares to be absolutely; Sad and full of tenderness, who will wipe the tears? Red crisp hands, goblets, a handful of dust, unique love. Flowers wither, water flows by itself, sighing a kind of sorrow and singing a lonely place. A hundred years in the same boat, a thousand years in the same boat. In this life, if you can't help each other in the same boat, it will be fleeting, such as a flash in the pan and a meteor. Everything is like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. It is not that love is not true enough, nor that love is not deep enough, but that you and I are too shallow to practice Zen. Buddha said: Looking back on the past 500 years, I just lived this life. In this life, the Buddha fulfilled my heart, and a glimpse of the stone bridge made a beautiful encounter. Happiness always flies by. I waved a lot in my last life and stopped to be with you a thousand times in my life. How many thousands of years will it take to meet again? How many times do I have to go through reincarnation before I have a chance to get back together with you?
Ten, flowers and plants, flowers and poems on the moon. If people have a full moon every year, they don't have to be drunk to send acacia. Raise a glass and drink before the flowers on the moon, and get drunk before the flowers on the moon. Years of frosty flowers dye moss, flowers fade and I miss you.
Eleven, Jiang Jue Shu and Tian, like spring. Take off the fairy clothes and sit in the clouds. The plum makeup is new and the beauty is still the same. A piece of plain paper is soft around your fingers, and you think slowly, and the tide is full of sorrow. Suddenly, I heard the sound of wild geese in the distance. The sound was sad and seemed to be complaining: the light sleeves added cold and pity, the screen window shadow, the night thoughts in the secluded window, how many feelings, the cold dream, who can solve it? Tears are condensed, and every word is condensed with tears. The heavy rain washed away the depressing heat and humidity. The fog clears, the coolness rises, the drops are still dripping, the lotus lamp falls, and the water stands like a front, and the heart is hard to rest. ...
Talk about phrases about literature and ancient emotions.
I missed it just to meet you better next time.
I get drunk sometimes and like freedom very much.
Every smiling expression hides sadness.
In the summer of parting, sweetness is the prelude and sadness is the ending.
In losing your scenery, you occupy every street.
I miss you like wine. Do you want a drink?
Time flies like water, and how many years are understated.
I can be infinitely bad, but you must be infinitely good.
You are a happy dream, a ray of light in endless darkness.
The sadness of forcing a smile spreads a slight pain from the bottom of my heart.
It turns out that there is such a love in this world. Cry if you don't talk.
You are a happy dream, a ray of light in endless darkness.
For the rest of your life, you should take fewer detours and love the wrong person. I can only accompany you here.
Memories are like a huge shadow, which covers them all the time and makes it hard to breathe.
Looking back, I have no feelings about the past.
I saw the cold wind, disturbing the leaves; I smell emotions and bother you and me.
Alcohol, tobacco, foul language, bad character. I'm glad you came all the way and didn't hear about my past.
Time's face is poor for a lifetime, will it occasionally be crazy to think for a while?
The wind is high, the glass clinks in the fierce wind, and the rain is urgent, and I don't know how to regret it.
On windy days, I get up to see you, even if I just look at the scenery, even if I can't hug you.
The predestination of fate decided our parting, and the faint concert rendered all the sadness.
I hope that one day, the person who loves you has a pair of clear eyes and the person you love has a broad heart.
I am most afraid that I have told the love story incisively and vividly, and the people who hear it are still holding their hearts.
Don't miss my unintentional tenderness in the years, don't ask me if I will see you again, and don't ask me if I am sincere.
The years are still so long, if you don't stay, you won't stay. As long as you think of finally meeting you, you have no strength to go on.