Find some beautiful and old words.

1 finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

A thousand years of fame, burying your life, exquisite country, ridiculous but no life.

Phoenix once played here, so that this place was named after them. Who broke the promise and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.

It is much more bitter to sigh a hero with tears. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?

5 Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Six nights of rain dyed the sky blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.

Remember, the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either.

Who sighs in the years?

Han Xiao is vast, full of prosperity and sadness, frowning and destined to be a thing of the past.

10 the world of mortals began to make up, and the mountains and rivers were boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.

1 1 Jiangnan style, Tianshui is finished, and Tianjiao's wish goes against his body.

12 mountains and rivers hold hands and smile for you.

13 no regrets.

14 The past events covered by years are fleeting and covered with a touch of sadness.

15 Flowers covered by years are all blank.

16 fade away, I am still watching over you on the other side.

17 those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past. Please don't be disappointed. Ordinary is for the most beautiful.

18 Your journey will never see my old age again.

19 Long song was crying, for those promises that could not be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, and finally dispersed into clouds.

Walking in the sky with you, there are flowers everywhere.

2 1 I am young and energetic.

Remember that year, weeping willows were planted in Na Yue, east of Los Angeles.

The vast land is broken with a sword, where there is prosperity, where there is singing.

Send you a song, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is light. Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone.

Fire-dyed Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu Lake, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.

Yuzhu once wrote about the phoenix tour, where people go to the building and the water flows in vain.

He smiled and ruined himself in the years.

You can also drink tea quietly and crush this scene, the bustling fireworks.

3 1 the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals is fleeting.

I'm not me. It's not me in Suzhou that you turned and walked away.

A few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows are ridiculous, and life is up to me.

After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly. However, I have lived a long time, but I can remember what you said.

When the fog cleared and I woke up, I finally saw the truth, and that was Qian Fan's silence.

This paper is a bit old and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.

At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.

The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for one sentence, waiting for the next encounter.

Hold on to the old, imprison time and space, and suddenly come to the end of time.

4 1 people can never see the lens, but I mean a thousand years in the world, just like a moment.

42 meeting and getting drunk is the leading edge, where the wind and rain drift.

There is no end to illusion. Once you meet it, you will never forget it. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?

44 days out of my generation, into the rivers and lakes, someone reminded; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.

If you win, you will sing, and if you lose, you will be sad and angry. Get drunk if you have wine today, and worry tomorrow.

I know this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.

That's it, mountains and rivers don't meet.

49 people are empty, why forget each other, why laugh and be surprised.

Don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

5 1 We met by chance, but we didn't have a chance to get together. I hope we can remember each other. Knowing each other is lucky, but being together is not lucky. The sky is vast and the moon is bright, and it lasts forever.

I'm in a dilemma when I meet you late and fall in love too slowly. After a brief encounter, can I go ashore again?

It's cold for fifty-three days, and when it gets cold, I get old. The vicissitudes of life make me cry, and I can't let go of my heart until dawn, which illuminates my tears and makes my pillow wander.

If your heart is restless, you can't help feeling far away. Things are inhuman, and not everything is wrong. You can't chase it.

Time and space are boundless, and so are people. Meeting you, you will never forget it.

If I speak first, will the days still flow like water?

Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life will only increase the fruitless hatred.

Human nature is as deep as the sea, less than half of lovesickness. The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.

59 ZuiYan see others in pairs,

Acacia tears have nowhere to bounce.

6 1 How do you know that a journey of a thousand miles leads to the same goal? Xun Mei didn't stop looking back at the end of the day.

Chivalrous men should not marry lightly, and beautiful women should not marry lightly, lest they commit suicide for me.

63 people are different, today is not yesterday, and autumn is the same. People are empty and thin.

It's still cold in the sky, and there's still water in the shadows.

In my dream, bamboo gently sings the mountain outside the building.

People outside Loushanguan haven't come back yet.

Those who look back earlier than Sichuanese who forgot to play the piano have tears in their eyes.

Where is the river when the rustling flowers fall over the shoulders, flutes, cold windows, shadows, smoke and waves, and muffled sounds?

You gave me a tear, and I saw all the oceans in your heart.

An old year, a day passed, and an autumn passed. One generation urged the next generation to get together and leave. One person was happy and one person was sad. One person was lying on the couch, and one person was looking for a group of acquaintances in his dreams all his life. He will know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while.

I'd rather we didn't care about each other, and I hope we'll never forget each other.

The rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous.

I began to miss the bleak years that I held in my hand and the splendid rivers and lakes.

-And those who have loved and hated.

7 1 I am on the other side of the river, seeing that I have come back, there is no hope of coming back.

72 Spend the Spring and Autumn safely. I know.

The solemnity of moonlight, the spirit of music, everything is just an illusion, fleeting.

No matter how lonely, those figures will never be forgotten.

75 is always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.

I always wonder whether my memory lives at the end of the strip and whether my ring dies at the end of the strip.

Have you always been like this, quietly staring at the sunset and the sadness of homelessness?

I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, singing prosperity and breaking all memories.

Black birds flitted across the sky. I am standing in the city. Look at the time of burning to ashes. Make noise.

A kind of forbearance is actually a hidden power, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

8 1 You never gave me a look back, but I kept smiling at you.

I just feel that when I look back at you, I miss your morning and evening.

I've waited all my life, but I can't get your instant gaze.

The sun sets.

In a trance, time is stagnant and the years are quiet. Just like ten years ago.

The long summer has passed.

In early autumn, Shan Ye quietly set foot.

87 pairs of phoenixes are flying around in the misty rain and autumn wind.

Now, the phoenix is gone, and the phoenix is empty.

88 trance, wandering. I think of the flood in Fengtian, the rainy season and the slightly cold early autumn.

Life between heaven and earth is like a passer-by.

90 Saibei Huangsha sent me endless sighs.

9 1 miss the past and compete in prosperity.

I only caught a glimpse of you, but I caught a glimpse of a dull and far-reaching attitude towards life. Relax, relax, I will never be dominated by everything. I am alone in the turbid waves, and I only want to die holding the bright moon. There is a withered tobacco and a white mustard on the river.

93 Fenghua pen and ink, backyard dust. Then the sky is cloudy, not wandering. Three thousand miles of rivers and mountains have also been Penglai for forty years. Moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.

94 Looking at the rivers and lakes for a hundred years, who said that?

The 95 candles in the cloud are vaguely like yesterday.

96 from the monarch, the mirror is dark, there is no medicine to save. Thinking of a gentleman is like running water, why bother to be poor all the time?

HarmonyOS system, who is the lover? It's all about romance.

98 drops of acacia blood and tears are thrown into red beans, and the spring flowers can't be finished.

This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

100 withering is real, blooming is just the past.

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