If you spend the rest of your life forgetting, why is heaven silent?

1, a mountain, can't be separated by two lovesickness, a horizon, can't be separated by two sentences, I miss you with three lives, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, bury myself between the mountains and the bones, listen to the trickle of water, and the breeze dances with the fallen flowers! Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading the love of my world.

2. With a flick of a finger, the song is scattered and my thoughts are lost; Striking the strings, like a slender wind, who do you miss? The feelings around the fingers and the attachment of life have interpreted the homesickness year after year in the sound of pipa and piano; Love is deep, loneliness is hard to hide, and whispers in my ears are like sighs when flowers fall; Love is endless, and everyone will feel pity when they are lonely all their lives, spreading silently in the hazy air; The flood of running water, with all the breeze, dyed the writing paper white.

3, the breeze dances the bright moon, and the dream falls between flowers. When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking at the Millennium, prosperity has passed, but my infatuation has not changed. It's a pity that after wandering for several times, it's still sweet talk among the flowers in my dream.

We are all passers-by in the world of mortals. I'm obsessed with you? Who broke my heart for me? The vast sea of people, who am I staying for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the hidden moon be treasured? The world of mortals smiles, how many people have never found their true love, and how many people have lost themselves in the search. . . . The tears in the sunset flowers turn the love of a lifetime into a tear in the corner of the old eye.

5, if possible, I can accompany you for a thousand years, I just want to care about your smile; If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?

6. Love is hurt, how many people have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings are sad, how many are cold, and how many thoughts have passed away. Even if the moth puts out the fire, it still does not hesitate. It only looks at love and hurts others, but it can't be cut off for life. Triggered a long love affair, shed many spoony tears, drank a cup of turbid wine, and tasted many ordinary loves! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life.

7, a rustling, human joys and sorrows. With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the secular feelings disappear without a trace. Dancing through your fingers, falling into a busy life, playing a romantic and sad song. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, passes through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many smiles and tears are flying in the sky, suddenly looking back, a daze dream, dedicated to tenderness and poetry all my life, but I have already lost you in the melancholy review.

8. If life is just like first sight, what is autumn wind sorrow? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness is not necessarily a refusal. I just want you to remember: love at first sight.

9. Looking back on past lives, this life has become attached, and the world of mortals is rolling. Who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! A person leaning against the window, the bright moon in the sky, looking around, a person sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!

10, tears in the sea, Wushan cloud, red dust, suddenly looking back, that flower-like face, that tender feelings like the sea, will shine endless light and shadow, and carve eternal beautiful moments on the volume of history. Tonight, I stay away from the blue boat and the grass; I don't want to dance on the willow tree, and I don't remember flying flowers. The clouds are broken and the shadows are oblique; The geese passed by and settled quietly. At this point, I just want to be with you, * * * ChanJuan.

1 1, sad, whose piano music softened into a Qian Qian knot? The moon falls and the crow falls. Whose wind and frost have been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provokes infatuation, it is doomed to go through a thousand years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I got drunk in my past life for no reason. Deep in the lotus root, Liuan, misty rain terrace is still a Wang Yang.

12, in the dream, whose Yu Di is lingering and whose singing is melodious and tactfully? The sound of the wind is like the sound of nature on the earth. The echo drops from the running water, crosses the mountains and falls in the wind hundreds of times. The slightest tenderness is like a flower falling all over the sky. The petals float across the beauty and fall on the pillow, melting into thousands in the dream. When you listen to forget yourself, three points of water and seven points of spring scenery, and the wine is very sweet.

13. 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. . .

14, that day, you are the end of the world, I am the cape, in pairs, do not rely on each other to despair; At that time, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring, inseparable and entangled; In that life, you were by Qingshui River and I was by Naihe Bridge. Your affectionate call, my affectionate. After all, we are not fairy tales. With you, we are just cartoons that I missed my whole life.

15. Missing is the wind without direction, which blows away the traces of years. Messy dance steps, through the long seasons, nirvana into poetry in warm days. Even if we can't depend on each other closely, we look forward to the opportunity to get close to each other. The footsteps drifting away, the hurt feelings inch by inch, measure a kind of sadness called distance in the exhausted gap between heart and heart.

16, look, who's sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the curtain full of fallen flowers. Soft whispers, rustling sighs, mumbling acacia, charming the enchanting youth of rouge. Listen, who is playing the sad chord in the world of mortals? Who is it, indulging in the misty rain and the world of mortals, writing all the human customs, a Tang poem, a Song poem, and a flute lingering fragrance, which made me nostalgic in previous lives.

17, 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?

18, the Iraqis in the mirror and the shadows of flowers on the moon are all gone. If the world misses, who will I think of? Wash away the lead, repair the capacity and cover up the heart, and love will go with the wind. Who am I willing to forget? The world of mortals is locked up, only because of Iraq. Looking back, Zhan Yan chuckled, I will not live up to my lovesickness in my life. I only have feelings for you, Zhan Yan recalled. The whole city is a warm and smiling pear vortex. I just want you to look back once and see my affection.

19, you are the pearl before the Buddha. When the dust settles, the memory of love is as bleak as the wind and frost. I am willing to fall in love with you in my last life, perhaps just to exchange my meeting with you in this life. I can't dream because of your lotus nut, I just want to get the flowers in this life and the thousands of years of waiting for you and me in my last life!

20, want to be together, it is difficult to look at each other, heartbreaking; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.

2 1, thinking about this life, the wind and smoke are fleeting, holding hands in the world of mortals, and setting the word for love. Two people depend on each other, like flowers, you are my only warmth, undeniable, and the bustling lips are lingering. That day, the sky was gloomy, just like my mood. Step on the broken sadness, close your eyes and can't remember your complete smile. At this time, it began to snow in my world.

22. You are the tenderness of my last life, and the fragrance of my pillow wafts in the moonlight, warming my lifelong attachment. A flood of autumn water flows in my eyes, and my thoughts are full of urgency. Under the bright moon, I am still a dreamy woman, with long hair fluttering, dancing and taking pictures as a souvenir. And thousands of miles away, do you caress the sword and recite, white clothes are better than snow, and your smile is clear.

23. I spent all my 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?

24, the rustling sky, continuous sorrow, in whose piano music softened into a Qian Qian knot? The moon falls and the crow falls. Whose wind and frost have been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provokes infatuation, it is doomed to go through a thousand years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I got drunk in my past life for no reason. Deep in the lotus root, Liuan, misty rain terrace is still a Wang Yang.

25, a wisp of smoke, curling up, green dragonfly water, catkins fluttering. Floating life is like a dream, quiet as water, not asking about feelings and troubles. I only wish you a good life, a good past life and a bitter life. No matter rain or snow, I just want to be indifferent, drunk and dream of death, fill my half-life displacement and bid farewell to my life. Peeling and covered with scars, waiting for the phoenix nirvana, I wish to send a piece of paper in desolation, and I wish to have clothes in this life.

26, want to be together, it is difficult to look at each other, heartbreaking; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; Looking at the sky, sighing the bright moon, lonely and melancholy; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.

27, the world of mortals drunk for thousands of years, accompanied by a lonely song. For you, I am drunk for eternity, and I am pale for the fleeting and eternal love in this rolling world of mortals. Thousands of years of poetry and painting, smiling and drinking your charming wine and wine. Once the sea turned into several dreams and sorrows, and their fingertips inadvertently crossed the Millennium, locking the fragrance at this moment in a melancholy heart.

28, life is a fate, from the starting point to the end point, from scratch, from scratch, although doomed to ashes, but noisy, visited, loved, hurt, then laughed as if nothing had happened, so no regrets. Time flies, youth is gone, how much melancholy, how much melancholy, because of continuous cutting, it is still broken. This situation is like a dream, moving around, just to pursue this fate.

29, drunk know the wine is thick, awake know the dream is empty, it turns out that it is also a kind of pain to watch the residual flowers wither. Who buried the promise of a lifetime in front of your grave? Whose love of life and death is painted in the world of mortals? In the end, I can only keep the same face for a thousand years. Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, I feel sad, but I can't hide the mottled time. Burned-out elegance, for whom to turn into a flower on the other side? Whoever caresses my hair owes me the price of my life. 30, a bridge, called helplessness; A river, called Forgetting River. On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there. I am willing to accompany you to laugh three thousand times and leave without regrets; Remembering beauty as jade, sword as rainbow, breaking vanity; Unfortunately, Hong Fei has tried his best to worry about every word, and it is hard to think about it. Between the flowers and the moon. He smiled and drank Meng Po soup. She doesn't cry for beauty! And the rain is invincible, and the world is worried. If there is an afterlife, it will be a beautiful city. Who knows this love? 3 1, your warm words, folded into the Tang and Song Dynasties, paved the text for tonight. 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. 32. Buddha said: Looking back 500 times in the past life, I only got a pass in this life. Once in my life, there were many incense in my last life. Holding hands is fate, looking back is fate; Life is predestined, and love is predestined; If there is an afterlife, the afterlife is also fate. Life is made up of countless predestinations; Let you knot and untie. Cherish the fate, follow the fate, and you can see the origin and end with the Buddha's heart. 33, that year, Na Yue, that time, has quietly passed. That love, that love, that acacia, has been tactfully for thousands of years. The mountain, the water and the sound of the piano gradually became clear. Rivers, banks and banks have been devastated. My figure standing on the shore is still tall and straight. Piano sounds euphemistic. Who is that, playing a stunning song and burying me in the world of mortals! 34. Meet heartily, and this life is doomed to begin. Attachment is like water Looking back, the years are still quiet. That tranquility is a flower's smile to another flower, and I just miss it in time. Just for your deep look back, one song after another. Whether the years will grow old. With you in the world of mortals, my soul will always be tied in your dream and accompany you for thousands of years ... 35. The world of mortals is a duckweed drifting in a stream, entangled with people who love dust, and Iraqis refused to retreat to Tsing Yi for a long time, just waiting for the late arrival. Resentment, only for that person in that mountain and that water; Love, just for your beautiful smile. I wonder where you live. Willow branches on the moon, who do you meet after dusk? This drunken dream attracts a drunken beauty, treats wine as a song and laughs at the whole country; If you are willing to come, Iraqis will dance for you. Flowers bloom on the other side, grow in spring, fall in summer, bloom in autumn, wither in winter, and never see flowers and leaves. The flowers and leaves on the other side protect each other, stay together, know each other, love each other and never meet each other. Flowers on the other side, flowers and leaves are mutually causal, love each other, wrong, reborn, born together, doomed to life and death. 37. Shengshi, how to exchange a glass of wine for me! Let bygones be bygones. If you don't laugh, don't get drunk once. Memories are boundless and poppies smell sweet. Snow enters the window, and there is no moon and no sorrow tonight. Who picked up the snowflake! Who is crazy about beauty! Somebody drink a pot of moonlight! Who is three feet drunk and worried! Tears dissolve the snow, just like the fleeting time has lost its youth. Raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow, and be at a loss for another year ... only sigh that Iraqis have gone, and the rest of my life is endless. 38. The long Huai looks broken, and the wind and rain turn into tears. A little sadness turns into running water. Swallows fly together, close at hand. This life is full of dreams, and spring is always charming. I have nothing to say to the sky, and I hope to get drunk. 39. The wind is like water and the eyes are like the bright 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. 40, drunk listening to the piano, laughing and reading poetry, half a life of poverty. The past life is faint, the afterlife is crisp, and the world of mortals loves tears. Wandering in the countryside several times, I thought of Yu Yan and went back to the past. Who doesn't want to, the moment is eternal, and the memory leaves traces? Who wants to say goodbye to Iraqis forever, repent of a round of frost-clearing, fragile vows, forget the river without trace, and have a broken heart, but there is nothing to do, and my love has passed away for thousands of years, vaguely rotating, and the world of mortals is old. 4 1, as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, the enemy can't last; If the heart is like a rock, it can't beat the clouds. There are too few people in this world who care about each other, and too many people in the Jianghu forget each other. Some people who have loved deeply regard the morning and evening as everlasting, and regard a moment as a lifelong love. So I agreed, so I hope to hold your hand and grow old with my son. 42. In the Millennium, whose eyes are fascinated by the world of mortals? Whose yesterday did you get in this luxurious world? A tunnel through time and space, a wave of wandering past lives. Inadvertently lost in the journey, I once again returned to Jiangnan in my dream. On that day, peach blossoms were flying and green silk was blowing willows. Qian smiled and looked at half makeup. Caressing a song, whose heart has been intoxicated by the lyre for thousands of years? Confused, I was shocked by that glance, fell into that glance, and sank for a thousand years. 43. If I am just a passer-by in your vast sea of people, can I not be obsessed? If I'm just an ornament to you, can you keep me from getting drunk? If I am just the starting point of your half-life displacement, can you not let me leave? If I'm just your dispensable fireworks, can I not break them? Can't see the end of the story, misty rain ancient city, who is waiting for me? Flowers bloom silently and fall all over the ground. Hurt who? Who broke your heart? 44. How many mortals pass by, how many clouds pass by, and when you say goodbye, the world is scattered. Butterfly water sleeve dance breeze, Wen Yusheng smoke piano geometry; In the dream, the dream of selling incense to Iraqis is still the same, and abortion is still the same; Yuanyang drunk beside Qinhuai River, osmanthus flying in the palace. Drunk eyes, tears make people look good. My heart is still missing, my love is stranded and my life is scattered, but I can't leave that summer, and I will always leave my thoughts in that fleeting time. 45. In the face of life, the scenery that passed by-in the red dust, we passed by. In the end, who is whose scenery ... I only know that when distance is no longer distance, we will meet, form water, condense into ice, or turn into dust ... I hope you are my most beautiful scenery, and I am the person you have been waiting for. 46, relying on the balcony tears alone, Tanabata alone loves Iraq. Don't ask your husband to grow old together, but ask for eternity. Words are easy to hurt; Wine gets drunk easily. Sese tears, sweet smile. It's just that the flowers fall on Qixi night and turn into a play. In an instant, I forgot the season. Empty memories disturbed the silence. The smile is gone, and Qian Qian is absolutely lonely. Missing China for many years is like a dream. Like running water, it's gone forever. Don't leave crying, don't complain about the last sadness. 47. Who watches for whom becomes an eternal monument, and who condenses into tears for thousands of years. Who guards the Sangtian Sea for whom, who guards the night until the day. Who boils moss into white hair for whom, who consumes youth into flowers for whom. Who made who laugh, who made who cry, who held whose hand, who married who? It doesn't matter who is who, whether you know the answer or not, don't try to be yourself! 48, the yellow sky falls, and it has been split in two since then. Is this life to accompany, or cherish the afterlife. Tianya Road, the soul returns to its hometown. Tonight, there is no snow, no sunshine, no sorrow and no joy. The two sides look at each other, and the wind is light and the clouds are light. One night, the spring rain dawned, the willow outside the stack, the wormwood on the stranger, and the flute in the wild. In the past, the world was far away, the catkins were light and soft, and the water was flying. Since I poured the wine on Jiang Tian, I washed the gift. It turned out to be a smile. 49. Who is wandering around the buildings and who is waiting by the ancient road? Looking back on the Millennium, one hundred years of loneliness. Lonely who accompany, lonely who * * *. Past life's brush shoulder, this life's meeting. Love flies in the wind and loves to play in the rain. Once wishful thinking, once infatuated, woke up with the wind. At this moment: love is silent, love is silent. Tears moistened my eyes and filled my heart. 50. The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises. It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates; When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him. 5 1, 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, when I walked along the way, I forgot that I often turned back all the way, unwilling, unwilling, and reluctant ... 52. When the prosperity was exhausted and the time was broken, I saw a sadness in front of the defeated flowers. All the vows were not as good as fate, and the ending of the prosperity transformation was incomplete. 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? 53, the heart is like the sea, love is like a flower, who has been wrongly blamed for infatuation? Who is to blame for the tears of beautiful women? Who is it, singing in the ear; who is it? Pledge of eternal love Surging, my heart seems to have returned to that year. You and I are holding hands, leaning against each other and strolling on this faint ancient road. Now, the years have passed, dreams are like fog and electricity, and there is no regret in my life. Love is everywhere, and beauty is in an instant. 54. In this life, you are my confidante who has forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, dyed red and dispelled all my sad thoughts. Origin and fate, passing by, who dumped my city, whose heart I lost, from then on, I forgot the end of the world and never had the face to face it again. With you, missing a season is the season of falling flowers. Dressed in red, the skirt is fluttering, and the smooth sleeves are thrown out, as if throwing out a thousand years of the past. 55, lonely star broken, broken dreams, cold clothes. Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sad expectations. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and make my heart calm and calm. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; Being drunk is not enough in this life. Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in my heart, but only one song sings the same story and fades into my heart. 56. The moon is still silent, and the years have turned several times in the world. It's hard not to talk when you look at the world of mortals and misty rain river! I don't know how to correct my mistakes, just like a frozen picture. Feelings are long, and those pains and feelings again and again are just an empty dream in retrospect. 57. I can't bear to be a prosperous Lord, nor can I bear to listen to his songs. Painful lovesickness has ignited another kind of loneliness, which has frustrated the love of generations and will eventually stop at the picture of parting. The beautiful parting long shadow opened our distance. This shore, you are on the other side of the river, and I can only say hello to you through the fog. You insisted on stepping on my heart and leaving. 58, bitter wind and cold water, lotus peony fragrance, morning drink dew, kiss xiu weak willow, xiaoxiang dusk rain, just like hanging curtains, lust for red lips, Li Xiao bent over his desk, the wall of flowers and shadows, the bamboo forest evening breeze, a piece of paper to send, singing and dancing jade, soaking half a cup of tea fragrance, watching the world drift away, sighing the dew, complaining about the blue face. 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. 59, nectar and dew, waiting for autumn, hurting the sad soul, picking flowers at dusk, sighing and breaking the temple. Standing alone under the moon, we were inseparable. A blue lamp looks at flowers, a lonely crescent moon bends, the ground is chaotic, it blooms instantly, and it is lost in the throbbing mood. Years are buried under the rain of phoenix trees, madly in love with your 3,000 hair. 60. Los Angeles is silent, the pen is broken, the dance is strange to dust, the quicksand is flying, the rain near Qinhuai is melancholy, the ink is warm in Ike, the moon is bright in Qin Dynasty, the female wall is moved, and Cangyang Jiacuo is happy. When 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. 665438+ 62. The wind is bitter, the water is cold, the hibiscus flowers are fragrant, the peony is fragrant, the morning dew is drunk, the kiss xiu is light, Xiaoxiang is rainy dusk, just like the curtain hanging, the lips are coveted, Li Xiao bends over his desk, the flowers are shaded, the bamboo forest is the wind, a piece of paper is sent, and the song and dance is rough tea with half a cup of fragrance, I see. 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. 63, nectar and dew, waiting for autumn, hurting the sad soul, picking flowers at dusk, sighing and breaking the temple. Standing alone under the moon, we were inseparable. A blue lamp looks at flowers, a lonely crescent moon bends, the ground is chaotic, it blooms instantly, and it is lost in the throbbing mood. Years are buried under the rain of phoenix trees, madly in love with your 3,000 hair. 64. The immortal elegance under the Green Monument is a splendid lonely time. The dead butterfly in the petals, with broken wings, danced when young. Whose blood and tears are buried underground, whose story is changing in troubled times. A thousand years of tears, eternal love, endless, but a person's world. The empty city is shrouded in smoke and dust, and under the ruins, the lonely soul is free to learn the next peerless myth. 65. Touching my lips, I want to say that I still want to take a rest, talk about zhanghua lightly, write about leaving people and getting drunk, but I can't help picking flowers, burning a few lamps, languishing all night, nostalgic for past lives, pressing the plum blossoms with wind and frost, rubbing blue windows, shaking folding fans, steaming blue and white pillows, a roll of curtains, and worrying about Shui Mu's years. 66, human language, Suzhou City, sad que heartbroken song, bursting red embroidery adds fragrance, bean kou Nianhua, implicit, heartbreaking down and out, with the passage of time, this is a dream fairy tale of two people, but now it has become a joke of one person. 67, Xuan paper dyed ink, Hanlin narrated words, held brocade, curtain dreams, expressed a piece of acacia ink, calligraphy lingering. The Yuan Song of Han Fu, a farewell song, was stained with Tang Shining's lyrics. During the Jin Dynasty, he wrote a gorgeous farewell song, resting in pain, sleeping in that life, hurting his soul sadly and becoming miserable. Pointing at the fallen flowers, the rain is turning into butterflies, wind and smoke, and dreams. I know a volume of Sanskrit. 68. Running out of ammunition and food is a mixture of sadness and joy. The stars are hidden and the moon is broken. I was born in chaos. The candle is full of tears, the reflection is drunk, and the rosewood smells, including whose song is lost. Night devours mountains, who is reminiscing about memories? Rose is cold and weak, playing absolute beauty, with a swaying face, and the solo is over. Cold dreams come into being, mountains are picturesque and lofty sentiments are empty. I will write a piece of ink for you and write down the love on earth. Yuanyang playing in the water, Tsinghua ups and downs, leaning on the bar and thinking deeply, hating the morning light. 69. Flowers are still dripping with water, and a dream of spring is different from the dawn of night. I once wrote a book for the residual butterfly, and I was stunned by the light rain for a long time. The iron pen became sad, tears fell with the words, and the crescent moon fell in memory of those childhood friends. 70. In this life, love does not bear acacia, and flowers shake tears. Don't look back. I'm just drunk for the Iraqis. How can you be as cold as ice if you can't control yourself if you are unfathomable? I will miss a pot of warmth and drink the past; Wandering around the world, just smiling for the beautiful scenery, but not missing this drop, it makes people feel deeply grieved! Where we met, the purple smoke was long, the horizon was broken, and the words were still bleak. If true, if false; I'm stupid, I can laugh. 7 1, Moge Festival, don't cry for lovesickness, especially sorrow, just sorrow, a ray of heartbreak, looking for half a life, not seeing each other close at hand, forgetting the end of the world, how to think. Drinking also hurts, but it's sad. Is the most affectionate, but it is parting. I don't know why I am homesick, my face is thin, my figure is hazy, I can't hold it, and I am used to staying in my gentle hands. Unfinished, but the end, flashy for three thousand years, the two worlds are not in contact, but it is just a dusty road ... 72. I once met in the most innocent age and was happy in the publicized youth. Only a wisp of fragrance is left, scattered in the changing spring and autumn, and a trace of lingering penetrates the world of mortals ... 73. Entering the world of mortals, just because of the temperament of misty rain, talking about the world of mortals, just because of the ethereal spirit of misty rain, sighing the world of mortals, just because of watching the sadness of misty rain. I love the world of mortals, but I can't love it like misty rain. I look forward to the world of mortals, but I can't expect the world of mortals to be as cold as misty rain. I hate the world of mortals to be chaotic as misty rain, but I can't bear it to fly like misty rain. . . . Misty rain and red dust, little tears. 74. The long-lasting love of that life is the long-lasting love of acacia, how cold and desolate it is, how many moss overflows, how many misty rains turn into, and how many ordinary love blows away! I am sad, but I can only be a passer-by in my life. I occasionally remind you and forget, so I repeat the plot of our life. In the end, people dispersed, leaving only the past that was blown down by the wind and the past that could not be forgotten ... 75. I once said that acacia is not sad, why don't the ends of the earth be together. At that time, I was extremely clever, difficult to understand fate, too late to regret, and I couldn't return to acacia, and the Millennium expectation turned to dust. Don't look back, it is always a flashy dream, and the ancient songs are still heartbroken, so there is no sadness. The world of mortals is full of different meanings, but it is hard to understand and unforgettable. Tears seep into your clothes. What I think most is that if I am young and frivolous, I will feel very hurt and cry … what should I do if I don't know? 76. Millennium reincarnation, the world of mortals lost their eyes? Did you get your hand in the luxury world yesterday? A tunnel through time and space, a wave of wandering past lives. Inadvertently lost in the journey, I once again returned to Jiangnan in my dream. On that day, the peach blossoms flew, the moss brushed the willows, and the smile was half makeup. Caressing the Millennium lyre, whose heart is intoxicated? I was shocked by confusion and fell into my eyes. It was already a thousand years when I sank.