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A brief introduction to the aesthetic copying of ancient costumes

1, how do you know that all roads lead to the same goal?

2, the wind is rushing to peach blossoms, like a little red rain.

3, lost the whole world, just to walk into your life.

4. Has anyone ever collected the passing scenery for you?

Brewmaster, an idle man, borrowed a glass of wine to amuse himself.

6, the palace lanterns are bright at night, and the flowers are flourishing, and * * * drinks for a long time.

7. For whom do you dedicate your life, and for whom do you carve the waiting for a thousand years into eternity?

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

9. I don't believe in justice, evil and happiness, but I believe in you!

10, playing the piano, leaving the soul at night, flowers falling all over the ground, remembering, wearing a thin shirt.

1 1, the night rain dyed the sky blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.

12, splashing ink and blowing wax, I admire the world of mortals, write a cold pen and warm paper for you.

13, the flowers have fallen, and a few shallow worries are only in my heart. Looking at the distance at the same height, the horizon will end.

14, after thousands of years of ups and downs, who remembers the struggle, the mountains and rivers are white and the bones are horizontal. How long will the full moon last like a dream?

15, see how many vicissitudes there are beside the fallen petal and scattered water. Wandering alone, confused, looking back.

16, I picked a phoenix flower under the moon and gave it to her in exchange for a smile. It was a mirage.

17, there are flowers in spring, months in autumn, cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If you don't mind your own business, this is a good time on earth.

18, illusory and boundless, once met, it will never be forgotten. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?

19, the world of mortals, whose love for life and death is painted? In the end, I can only keep the same face. This is a thousand years.

20. The rope is broken. Who listens to broken arrow and broken arrow dance? I thought the snow on the moss would wait, but dreams are fleeting time.

2 1, you gave birth to me, I am old, you hate me for being late, I blame you for being early, you gave birth to me, I am old, I hate being born at different times, and I am good to you every day.

22. Who has gone through youth and left a cymbal; Who stays in whose flower season, warms the thoughts; Who disappeared from whose rainy season, tears streaming down her face.

23, but even if times have changed, you can laugh it off, but you can't really give up from the bottom of your heart. Because, if you deliberately forget the gentle meaning of late autumn, you will only miss it.

24. Some people are thinking about someone, some people are waiting for someone, some people are sensitive to rejecting anyone, or I am used to someone. I can't tell whether you are a friendship or a missed love.

25. On that day, it was raining in Jiangnan. The surging rain seems to linger, like crying, like lingering resentment, a pitiful sight. I don't need an umbrella, and the continuous rain can't soak my heart dry.

26. Holding a fallen flower, I suddenly realized some kind of Zen machine: this is not an accident, but a chance of a lifetime, perhaps a long-lost reunion! Maybe Hua and I are old friends of lovers who have known each other for a lifetime.

27. Prosperity is exhausted, and lead is exhausted; Ritual is like a dream, and the moon is sunny; Sorrow and sorrow, sorrow and separation; A paper confession, why cry. At the end of the curtain, how much chill dyed the full moon red, covered with desolation, and broke the silence of the night.

28. Tonight; Walking in the moonlight, let the past fly and fall on every string, touching the sound like a complaint. Missing in the soft and broken arms pervades the night, turning into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, and falling in a silent place.