On the Inheritance of Ancient Rhyme in Ancient Space

First, the son of the prince followed in his footsteps, and Green Pearl shed tears. Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea.

Second, a pear flower is a bunch of white flowers, a cloud blooms a little, and a person's ark is far from the water, waiting for only one person in his life.

Third, when I first met you, the moonlight was gentle and you danced. From then on, I am willing to be a prisoner, and my love story is locked.

Fourth, sandalwood is soft, smoke lake is clumsy, Sanskrit is meditation, and jade is cold. On the railing, the moonlight faded. The wind blew on the stranger, leaving a lingering sound. Who will be disturbed by an empty city? In the dream, passers-by frequently smile and look around, their eyes turn dark, their voices fade away, and their joy is thin and short. The west building is filled with smoke. The first snow in the south, dreaming back to old Chang 'an.

Five, the crowd is flooding, you and I can't tell. A wild goose flew in, and the past was like yesterday. I just hope not to leave too much, and then enjoy the bustling fireworks.

Six, a flower a world, a leaf a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

Seven, life has been infatuated since ancient times, and this resentment has nothing to do with romantic.

Eight, I decorate the years into spring days, just to thaw your frozen heart, and whether you bring wind or rain or silence, I just need to kill time into waiting persistence, walk through the silent corridor and know that you will come to make a cup of green tea to warm the bleak and cold winter.

Nine, just because I missed the past snow, I was sad until dawn.

X. Bridge warm air is a fan of dust and smoke. Leave people to step on horses, and crows will start to pounce on strangers. Umbrella, bow and wide skirt at the bridge. Helping Rou is a national color, but I'm afraid he doesn't know.

The quiet river near the subway station was disturbed by raindrops. Just entering the subway entrance, the wind in the subway lifted my hair one by one and put it down until it was messy. The subway seems to be a place where stories will happen. You don't know who you will meet, who will be on the same train with you, and who will pass by when the door opens.

Twelve, the heart is micro-moving, but the feelings are far away, things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be heavy.

Thirteen, dark clouds cover the moon and no one is seen. I can't describe how lonely it is.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears in the moonlight green sea, and the blue fields breathe their jadeite to the sun.

Fifteen, that year, on Changbai Mountain, frost and snow blew all over my head, which was a hoary head.

Sixteen, evil, want to know you, live a long life. I long to know you, long live, this heart will never fade. Unless the towering mountains disappear, unless the raging rivers dry up. Unless thunder rolls in the cold winter, unless it snows heavily in the hot summer, unless heaven and earth meet and connect, I dare to abandon my feelings for you until such a thing happens!

17. I wish you a happy life, with a smile on your lips, and he is just the same fate. I hope I won't miss the past and wait for time to be an infatuated teenager.

Eighteen, since I am tired of pursuing, I learned to find it at once; Since a headwind hit, I have been able to resist the wind from all directions and set sail.

19. Buddha is a man who has experienced it, and man is the Buddha of the future. Buddha was once as naive as us.

At the age of twenty, he smiled and destroyed himself in the years.

Twenty-one, three thousand miles of rivers and mountains, Penglai forty years. Moss is stained with frost, and the mirror is full of color.

Twenty-two, the night light cage yarn reflects the fog and enjoys prosperity.

Twenty-three, no beautiful face, no peerless talent, only a heart that loves you forever.

Twenty-four, three glasses of muddy wine and a few words. When you go home, smile with her.

Twenty-five, the wind told me that it waited for a thousand years and wasted a drop of ink in the picture scroll.

Twenty-six, drive to the east gate, overlooking Guo Bei's tomb. Poplar rustling, pine and cypress wide. There are dead people and long tombs under Chen. Sleeping in a grave won't last a thousand years. The vast yin and yang move, and life is like morning dew. Life is suddenly like sending, and life is not solid. Long live and send more, saints can't do it. Seeking immortality by eating is mostly caused by medicine. Why don't you drink some wine and wear tens of thousands of sous?

Stay away from the banquet, sing and play the flute, and turn the wine into smoke.

Twenty-eight, the heart is thick, it is difficult to meet, and it is difficult to leave? Where to ask about affection?

Twenty-nine, Shili peach blossoms tell feelings, and Shili red makeup witnesses feelings.

Thirty, the lonely star is broken, the dream is broken, the clothes are cold, the face is in the mirror, the moon is thin, and I look forward to it through the curtain, full of bitterness. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and let 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 the heart, and only one clear word sings an unchanging story and fades into the heart.

Laugh at all heroes in the world.

Thirty-two, still water flows deeply, singing and singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Thirty-three, a few glasses of turbid wine, waiting for an old friend and a few xuanqin, playing deeply.

Thirty-four, rice and oil, oil and salt sauce vinegar, fireworks gas, in pots and pans, witness the true state of life. No matter how high your status is, no matter how famous you are, you can have three meals a day and one bed a night, and your life span is only a hundred years. Life treats us equally, but in different ways, we pursue to express a purpose, live a life and live a life of fireworks.

Thirty-five, it is appropriate to talk about drinking, grow old with your son, and calm down the harps in the imperial palace.

Thirty-six, shallow friends, ink dyeing will last for a long time, leaving the ancient road to forget, and returning to the wind.

I will never know who I love until the end.