The thoughtful WeChat poem is signed, and the whole book is thought. My heart is like Xihe River.

One more brush and you'll fall down step by step.

When the heartache keeps flowing, listen to the cry of the river.

A flower and a grass, see the carver clearly. A tree and a bird were carved into a dusk. A heart and hands record the wood grain of life.

There are still tears on silent lips.

Drunk green harp companion, I hope to worry about new pillows, full of flowers at night. Numerous crisp pipes have blown Jin Ping's dream of spring away. Only weeping willows, not swinging over the wall.

If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time?

First, it is best not to meet each other, so you can not fall in love. Second, it is best not to know each other, so that you can not miss each other.

Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.

Thinking of Yi Ruxi River, delicate hands, who should swim on the pillow!

Flashy life, forget a season. Empty memories disturb the lingering.

Like running water, it's gone forever. Don't leave crying, don't complain about the last sadness.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.

Drunk dreams, butterflies fall in love with twins, ducks swim in the pond. The wine wakes up the dream, and the rain hates the clouds and tears empty.

It's late in Qiu Lai, it's late in the rain in Jiangdong, it's late in the willow singing, and the golden wind is full of buildings. The soft moon with fluorescence * * *

Grinding under the moon, pen and tears-lonely wind bleak, with fly ash residue.

There are no sunny days in the city, and every night is lonely and cold. Autumn winds around rainy nights, singing in the middle of the night warms my heart!

I only hear your feelings, love and lingering. Liu Yuanru thinks hard, but Kun only loves the best.

Beauty dreams of beauty, laughing and sighing that the world of mortals is too deep.

In the past, glitz covered my eyes, but today I miss my old friend and can only see his face humiliated and wake up before his dream is shattered.

Sketch with floating pen, splash ink and lightly paint mountains and rivers, which means to accompany beautiful women and perform picture-in-picture in front of the mirror.

Flowers are sad, people sleep, people cry, people hold hands and flowers wither.

It was a long time ago that I met her, but it was even longer after we broke up. I was drunk without wine and smiled affectionately? Ruthless? Why don't you stop feeling, break your soul and stop eating fireworks?

The steed, like a gust of wind, whipped out of the Wei Bridge, bowed to bid farewell to the moon, inserted feathers to attract pride, dispelled the sky of the stars, cleared the fog in Christina, and the painting gallery was successful. Only Huo whored Yao.

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Xiao Yuefeng's flowers fall, and the frost-free autumn moon reflects. Frost suppresses white hair and measures human sorrow.

Dreams are broken, thousands of cups are drunk, flowers are broken, and the moon is broken.

Rouge chrysanthemum is pale and tearful. It is famous for its charming girl Cai Yun. Go forward and hold hands, hoping to have fun elsewhere.

War can't stop, and neither can reading. As long as you fight bravely and promise, you will win!

There are plenty of herbs in the sea, so why unrequited love for a flower? Besides, the quality is not much, and the quality is not good.

I remember, I once had you.

Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

~ Bloody painting ~ How can I put a little cinnabar between your eyebrows?

My heart turns to the moon, and the moon shines on the ditch.

People feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.

It doesn't matter if the chest is still open after drinking wine and the temples are slightly frosted. When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to cross the Great Wall, and autumn soldiers on the battlefield.

We wonder if this road to the west will never end, and the terrible road ahead is getting darker and darker, even darker. Nothing can be heard except the cries of birds surrounded by ancient forests. The male bird rotates smoothly and follows the female bird.

Sadness is not sadness, but parting, joy is not joy, and I have made new friends.

A strong woman in business still sings backyard flowers across the river without knowing the hatred of national subjugation.

Sunset is a flower that blooms late; Sunset is old wine; Sunset is belated love; Sunset is an unfinished feeling.

One cup is intoxicating, and more than a thousand people are drunk.

People with gray temples are thin and wrinkled, and countless people have experienced vicissitudes. I was tired all my life, and my child died, but I was exhausted and didn't flinch.

But we met as soon as we met, but we never met when we met. Andrew and the monarch are determined to avoid where will you go's lovesickness.

Bloody eyes, reddish dust.

Amano is gray, which is what my heart wants. I miss that beautiful woman, which I will never forget in my life. What a beautiful image! Beautiful image! Passing by. Drunk and crying, blocked by Zhoushan. Dream of it, printed in my heart.

Waiting becomes a bubble, and tears create the ocean.

Dreams break rivers and lakes, and dreams break people's hearts. The human heart is insufficient, and the snake devours the elephant.

Today you dumped me, and tomorrow he dumped you.

Worry less and worry more, autumn clouds travel, light fog and light rain travel lightly.

At night, the lights are dim and ambiguous, and the songs are euphemistic.

As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

The night is cold, my mind is confused, my heart is broken, and my dream is shocked.

Who is the youth of Jinse, Qiao Yue Garden, locked windows and Zhuhu Lake, only spring knows the place.

The people in the painting are very young, but the center of the hole is getting old. To ask why, just miss people every year.

Walking all over the country and through the four seasons, the sad and helpless prodigal son cried sadly.

Dreams are full of flowers, and concubines are good; The strings of learning the piano in the pavilion are broken, which is endless and desolate.

People enter the river like the wind, and love enters the river and rain.

Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building.

Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Thin shadow self-pity autumn waters clear, you have to pity me, pity you.

If you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.

Ask you what * * * pillow sleep, a pair of mandarin ducks, pity if two people.

The flowers are on the other side, open. That's great. In front of Naihe Bridge on the other side. Ask. Helpless.

There is no arrangement in the world for an inch of acacia.

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On this day last year, the peach blossoms in this door set each other off. I don't know where to go, but peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

The moonlight shines in front of the window, and people are in pairs. I am wandering alone, and my heart is in a panic. Personality signature about love

Cardamom, contempt for heartbeat, confused thoughts and paintings.

Smile, don't drink three cups, how can you know what a peach is!

You used to be like a lamb. You became so cold and black. After being so separated from everyone, I realized that you loved me at that time.

People enter the river like the wind, and love enters the river and rain.

A simple and unambiguous sentence: Ye Yuxuan is romantic, lonely and sad on Valentine's Day, but people are colder than the sky, but their hearts are colder than snow.

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

Is he happy? What's the fear of death!

Friendship is a fragile thing. Love is a fickle thing. Love is broken, love has changed. Heart tired, distressed, but smiling, why heart tired? Why does the heart hurt? Who are you pretending to smile for?

I entrusted my heart to the moon, but the moon shone on the ditch.

For many years, such as still water, as beautiful as flowers and jade, I have already thanked the bonus in a hurry.

Falling snow and flying flowers are light warblers, if it is a golden dream. Dark clouds cover the stars and rain, and two places are a little sad.

If you know that Chun Xue is in the spring breeze, the residual flowers are dying all over the sky. Tears make Ying Ying thousands of miles away from the world, and water is a faint world of mortals.

What is love, what is love, difficulties and obstacles, sharing weal and woe, life and death, hate and love, a thin line separates, two hearts grow together!

Pity, sit in the front window and invite the bright moon. You make wine, and sorrow spreads all over the world.

I want you to be lonely and sad, just like a river flowing eastward.

How many lovesickness one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long.

On this day last year, peach blossoms set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

There is no arrangement in the world for an inch of acacia.

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

Repeated tears seal the word, and life is only difficult to die.

There is a kind of beauty that you can't forget when you see it. I haven't seen you for a day, and I want to be crazy.

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

If the road dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony?

This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

He is infatuated with love, and there is no place in the world where he misses it.

Before your honor, I intend to say the date of my return, but before I say anything, I will swallow it painfully.

Leave a person sad. Think deeply. Fade, sing empty sorrow. Where is the prosperity?

No matter how beautiful the dream is, it will be illusory. Cherish everything in sight.

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

If it becomes wind, if it becomes rain, if it becomes emotion. Spring breeze turns into rain, summer rain turns into wind, and it's stormy.

Heartbroken cardamom, the east wind and the moon are like a person staying up all night, as if at that time?

I miss you in the middle of the month, and my heart is broken in the cup. I hate yesterday's dream. It's hard to talk back!

Look up at the bright moon and sleep alone.

Thunder is in the distance, raindrops are falling, helping to break the bridge, accompanying loneliness, past lives, fatigue in this life, sleepless nights, watching the moon with wine and laughing at the prosperity of the world.

The relief of life is always a dream, the lead is faded, and it is still young. Who is the beauty?

~ ~ the crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was in the dim light.

Worrying about the charm of Qingyuan is a distant sadness, such as Wei Yun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from a distance.

I am pure: the lotus root arm is delicate and graceful, and the skirt is swaying slightly in the wind. The moon is ashamed of flowers and light makeup, lying alone in the beautiful flowers.

If I don't speak first in spring, which bug dares to answer!

Dreams don't hide sorrow, wine can't make you cry, and sorrow can't hide. The incense of Hui Lu curled up the heartbroken line, and the soul of money swayed in the lantern.

The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Sitting in the window is silent, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks autumn in the middle of the night.

A glass of wine, a taste, a glimpse of a lifetime. A lamp, a lamp, a lamp away from people. People who grow up on the road are very tired, and many people who drink will get drunk. A flower and a world, a tree and a floating life.

Breeze, if you are a neighbor. Dead Hua Lian, Yong Yule

The last ray of the sunset, the sky gradually dim, this day in the south, whose hope is floating in the wind.

The flowers on the other side are beautiful and sad.

How can I win if the feud is fifty-fifty?

Jin Goma was drunk in the battlefield, laughing at the world of mortals and remembering the sunset. Look at the moon alone and ask where your hometown is.