Who sang a thousand-year-old infatuation on the stage?

I've heard your sandalwood broken in string songs, and the stage of the dance pavilion was blown away by the wind, and there are still echoes in the depths of the years. I once met you in the green hills. Hsinchu made a stick and put purple on your temples. Cornus officinalis stepped on endless silk rain and picked up the snowflakes in Yanchuan.

Second, whoever forgets first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

Third, if a beautiful woman has a dream, then a gentleman can solve it; If a gentleman has words, then a beauty can listen; When all the prosperity is exhausted, it will turn into misty rain, wither with flowers, bend with the moon, the frost is heavy, and I am lonely as smoke. You sit alone like a lotus, and the evening breeze quietly passes through the window lattice, leaving a clear ice pain and a touch of worry. When can you read those affectionate eyes?

Fourth, forget when you are drunk, so why bother; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn.

If two people meet and look up together, that place is heaven.

It is said that time can erase all scars, but my wound is inflamed.

Seven, there is snow in Nantang, and the ground is silent.

Eight, in life, there are many fleeting moments, just like saying goodbye at the station, just hugging each other, and in a blink of an eye, they have gone their separate ways. . Most of the time, you don't understand, and neither do I. That's it. When you talk, you change. Listening is tiring. I'm tired of watching it. You will slow down when you follow. When you walk, you spread out. When you love, you fade. I forget it when I think about it.

Nine, the past life refers to quicksand, the fleeting time covers the youth, the drizzle phoenix tree tells the story of leaving the intestine, and the dream of falling flowers falls on the other side.

Ten, this player heartless, how can you compare with jun Mei Qing to make wine?

Send you a song, don't ask, don't get together at the end of the song.

12. Who thanked the bonus? The leaves are green. Who is it? Who is cold in the moon? The wind dispersed. Who is it? Flowers bloom in one season and wither in another. Trees spit green and the ground turns yellow. A hook of Leng Yue is full of lovesickness! After all, it is a reincarnation of past lives, and I can only accept my fate if I don't want to. I really don't care, I just can't do it. So, I forgot when I walked along the way, and I turned back frequently all the way, unwilling, unwilling and unbearable.

Thirteen, who holds my hand, gathers my half-life madness, caresses my face, soothes my half-life sorrow, leaves my heart, melts my half-life frost, and leaves me alone. Who knows what I mean, let me have no regrets in this life, who holds my arm, who covers my lips, estimates that I have been wandering from place to place in my last life, and who hugs my arms, except.

14. The wind is bitter, the water is cold, the lotus city, the peony fragrance, the morning dew, the weak willows at the end of the shower, just like hanging curtains, lusting after red lips, Li Xiao sitting at his desk, picking flowers and taking photos, the bamboo forest breeze, sending a piece of paper, singing and dancing like jade, soaking half a cup of tea fragrance, watching the world drift away, sighing for the dew and complaining about the wind. Drunk tonight, time has passed; Memories of the past, simple notes. The pupa becomes a butterfly, and the butterfly breaks into a flower, but the flower flies with the wind. Sing a few whispers and get drunk and ask what year it is today.

Fifteen, sing a half-life floating dust song, lingering in this world.

Sixteen, if I leave, will I see you again? If I go home, will the warmth be as brilliant as ever? I really want to become a quiet cloud. Tonight, in the cool moonlight, I will wander among the mountains and watch the scenery, and then wait for the stars to set and slowly recede. Parting is an eternal drama. I am used to being forgotten, but if you leave the most beautiful branch, you will be a stranger tonight, turn around and say that tomorrow is the end of the world!

Seventeen, Los Angeles is silent, the pen is broken, the dance is dusty, the quicksand flies, the Qinhuai drizzle, the artistic conception is cut, the ink is warm, Ike, the moon is bright in Qin, the female wall moves, Cangyang Jiacuo moves, and the music is shaken. The window blows late, the waning moon sets, stepping on the shadow shakes the whole city, dreaming brilliantly, falling to the ground, touching the pain you left behind, and unconsciously wetting the tears in the corner of your eyes.

18. Clouds gather in the clear sky, and ice wheels surge; The wind sweeps the residual red, and the fragrance is chaotic; Away from hate, there are thousands of worries.

Nineteen, a stranger is like jade, and a son is unparalleled. A Cai's "The Imperial Doctor Abandons the Princess"

When pain becomes a habit, you will stand up and move on.

Twenty-one, who is singing a thousand-year-old infatuation injury on the stage?

22. Looking back for the last time on Naihe Bridge, I turned the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang and stayed in Sansheng Stone and past lives. Many samsaras came to my eyes, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and everything was silent at that moment. How can we leave in previous lives, meet in this life, and meet again in the afterlife? Life is like a dream, a thousand times. . .

Twenty-three, the blue clouds are deep, and the road to blue Yun Shenchu is hard to find. Check out the huts and rent them. The clouds dispersed in the shade of the tree. Hang a cloud eight-foot harp, lay a moss stone on the cloud root pillow, and fold plum blossoms to soak the cloud tips. Cloud heart without me, cloud I unintentionally.

I don't regret my deep infatuation with you. I have blurred my life and pinned it on hopeless acacia.

Twenty-five, flowers are similar year after year, but it is morning and evening, and it seems to reappear yesterday, holding hands and sitting under the peach forest.

Twenty-six, Meng Po Tang, Naihe Bridge, Sansheng Stone, have you ever come back and are reluctant to part? I am willing to be reborn, waiting for you to accompany me.

Twenty-seven, once married to today's feelings, this life will always be accompanied, Gu Xi still holding your hand, together to the end, walking slowly with crutches, the road is long and Xiu Yuan Xi.

Twenty-eight, the wind is like water, and the eyes are like the moon. Lonely scenery, fresh in my memory. Looking back suddenly, the moon shadow is playing with love and looking at what's on her mind now. Talking and laughing, a little calm, it is difficult to hide a broken heart.

Twenty-nine, after the golden age, I saw a piece of sadness before the fallen flowers. All vows are not as good as fate, turning prosperity into a broken ending. Who sees the world for whom? Who is looking for who to go home, and who is making flowers for whom and scattering them in the rain? I muttered in my mind, afraid to forget. Make one last wish before reincarnation. Has anyone exchanged a minute's waiting for my life's expectation?

Thirty, bodhi flowers bloom all over the palace wall

QQ personality talks about Daquan, the cold of a thousand years, can't freeze the heart waiting for a thousand years.

What scares me is that I still remember those memories, but you have forgotten them.

I can't catch up with you all my life, but I can love you all my life.

When a man likes a woman, he will say: You are mine.

When a woman likes a man, she will say: I am yours.

When I like you, my mouth will say: I am yours, and my heart will say: You are mine.

Times are changing, maybe yesterday's vows are not suitable for you and me today.

If love is not a cloud, I'd rather believe in something.

In fact, waiting itself is a ridiculous mistake.

I want you to know that no matter when and where, there is always someone waiting for you in this world. Anyway, you know, there is always such a person.

Sometimes, as long as everyone is willing to pretend that nothing happened, it really didn't happen.

Everyone who doesn't want to fall in love has an impossible person in his heart!

Miss, not only youth, but also you.

Behind every playboy man is a woman who hurts him the most.

Leave your tears to those who love you the most and your smiles to those who hurt you the most.

If one day, you lose love, please open your hands, the left hand is the past, the right hand is the future, together, the middle is your present. You exist in an opening and closing, what's the sadness? The past is always one side, and the future is the other. Please don't let your right hand be lonely. Life doesn't have much time to waste between opening and closing. When it's over, close it and start a new poem.

The most regrettable thing in life is to give up what you shouldn't give up easily and stubbornly insist on what you shouldn't insist on-

I love you very much, but I don't know how to get close to you, so I think it's ok to leave, and it's no different. The result is the same anyway. It doesn't matter whether it is good or bad. The important thing is that I once had a crush on you.

I used to love you very much, but I didn't cherish it. Now, I want to have you again, but there is no room for me to stay.

Some losses are doomed, and some predestinations will never bear fruit. Love a person, you don't necessarily have it. If you have someone, you must love her-

My heart is dead and my tears are dry, so I can't bear to look back. I woke up from my dream, but I couldn't feel it, and I couldn't shake the past. It's also empty and real. I love and hate, and falling leaves hurt myself. The only way is to find it, and it's lonely and sad. Helpless, forbearing, forbearing; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

You are like the Yellow River, I am like the Yangtze River and we meet in the Pacific Ocean.

A thousand years of cold can't freeze the heart waiting for a thousand years.

Time starts from scratch, but the story cannot end at the end.

Now I have nothing but a heart and all these years of youth.

Don't let love pass you by, otherwise, she will become a legend because of distance.

Butterflies fly, but they bring sadness to my life.

Waiting for your concern until I close my heart.

When I miss you, I am a little happy and a little sad.

You are beyond my imagination, and I am beyond your imagination.

If time can go back, I would like to go back to the time when I met you and be that simple friend.

I have no reason to give up. I still have the right to love you.

Seems to be used to waiting, simply thinking that waiting will come. But in waiting, I missed the happiness that can be happy.

If one day, you want to leave me, I won't keep you, I know, you have your reasons.

If one day, you say you still love me, I will tell you that I am still waiting for you.

Maybe I can love many times, but there is one person who can make me laugh the most and cry the most sadly. Without you, even breathing really hurts.

Every woman who dare not love again must have loved deeply. It seems that all kinds of poisons do not invade, but in fact, all kinds of poisons have already invaded the body.

Women are like pears, sweet on the outside and sour on the inside. People who eat pears don't know that pears are sour, because they finally throw away their hearts, so men never understand women's hearts. Men are like onions. If you want to see a man's heart, you need to peel it off layer by layer! But in the process of peeling, you will cry all the time. At the end of peeling, you will know that onions are heartless.

The most taboo in love is that both of them fantasize about each other's future, but always think about each other's past.

One day, I finally stopped thinking about him, because he (she) left for too long, and my habit is no longer a habit.

I always stubbornly thought that I could smile calmly in the face of anything, but finally, at the moment when you turned around and decided to leave, I burst into tears. This is, the happiness of the past laughs at the pain in my heart. It turns out that the most painful pain in the world is leaving.

The phrase "Love crosses the Millennium"

Sentence (1)

1 an upright man is open and poised, the villain is worried. ..

This is a time of fate, and I can't help being nervous.

3. I have been waiting for mushrooms!

It doesn't matter. You're not important, but I am.

5. Why do you look at me like that?

6. This is a ridge. Why is it so narrow?

7. Miss was like a ghost yesterday!

8. I should do something!

9. You seem to have X-rays in your eyes!

10. You don't have a mobile phone, QQ or WeChat!

Sentence (2)

1. Do you know how hard they work?

2. Being naked is like an animal.

I don't know how to control this iron beast!

4.qwq catches up with him, but don't hurt him.

5. There is no common reason, no common reason.

6. This daughter, this young lady.

7. He can't be a pervert!

8. Don't hurt him/her.

9. I look strange. He said I looked strange.

10. I'm looking for Miss Xiangxiang.

Reincarnation for thousands of years, only for the love words of Iraqis.

We all like beauty and hope that everything will return to the starting point where it never started, so that we can make new choices. So, who can guarantee that this choice must be right? The second choice or the same repetition as the first choice? No one can say good about himself, and no one can say good about life.

Every thought, every action, every dream, every hope, every sight, every sound has disappeared. Every thought, every action, every dream, every ray of hope, every scene, every sound has gone.

Once men and women indulge in love, they will do countless things that are ridiculous afterwards. They make more than a dozen phone calls a day, not for other reasons, but to listen to each other's voices. When they are working, they are absent-minded in dealing with business, but they don't know in their hearts in Cao Ying that their souls have flown to their loved ones. They are so unscrupulous because they have a righteous reason-love.

Most beautiful things are indestructible, such as crystal, such as crystal-like love, which is always a thousand times. How can we love without being abandoned or hurt? Love turns out to be an experience. I hope people will last long.

Destiny is in your own hands, such as happiness. If you are unhappy, who will sympathize with your sadness? For example, strong, you are not strong, who will pity your cowardice; For example, if you work hard, who will accompany you if you don't work hard; For example, cherish, if you don't cherish, who will accompany you to squander your youth; For example, if you persist, who will advance and retreat with you if you don't persist ... Only by holding your destiny in your own hands can you find the flash of life.

There are too many uncertainties in life, and everything is fragile in front of time, including life and emotion. So there is a hero's ending, so there is a song's ending.

Can time be reversed? I always thought it could be reversed, so I took it for granted that I spent a lot of time doing experiments. I hope that one day I can live again. Later, I forgot all the time. No wonder time forgot me and left me quietly in the wilderness of time and space. I didn't think about anything. I looked at it with my eyes open and disappeared.

You want him to know that you once loved him deeply, and you can even ignore your current love, right? You want everyone to know how infatuated you are, knowing that there will be no result and you have to love. You have given bravely, haven't you? You want the world to know how much you miss your first love, how much you cherish it, and you can even wait for it all your life, right?

As the saying goes, it is enough to have a bosom friend in life. Maybe I thought about it, but I don't even have a confidant, and my heart is so sad. You should always reflect on yourself. Are you really good to others? Tolerance, generosity and kindness, exchanging true feelings for true feelings, is the foundation of being a man.

The unfinished promise in this life will continue in the afterlife, and our fate cannot end here. I will carve our love on the stone of Sansheng. You and I will continue our friendship in the afterlife. Reincarnation for thousands of years, only for Iraqis.

What makes women forget is feelings, and what makes men forget is feelings. Feelings precipitate with time and disappear with time. Who can understand whose deep love, who can understand whose departure. Everyone thinks he will be an exception, except for regret. Everyone thinks that the feelings they have are the exception, except for fading. Everyone thinks that the other person is just an exception and cannot be changed.

Since we know that we are no longer strong, why should we use retention to hinder Ye's happiness? Perhaps, falling with the wind, fallen leaves are the best destination for leaves.

You are like a soft cloud floating around in front of my eyes, and your beautiful face is rippling with a beautiful smile like spring. In your big bright eyes, I can always capture your serenity, your enthusiasm, your intelligence and your sensitivity.

Finally, I believe that this fate is the waiting of past lives and the expectation of this life. I think we should cherish it. Therefore, I tied a beautiful wind chime to my heart window. If you come and the bell rings, it will be your pleasure.

We always love too early, give up too fast, make promises easily, and don't want to wait for the result. The ring is no longer a lifelong promise, but a lifelong oath, but it has become a brand to commemorate sadness. A ring is like love: it is worn on your hand and on your heart; If you hurt your hand, you will also hurt your heart; What I don't want to pick up is the love I can't give up; What I dare not touch is the hurt in my heart.