Tell me about Fanghua.

1. There is no escape, and your other shore is the end of prosperity. Let the world be lonely, let the sea change, and cut through the thorns all the way to the dream garden in my heart. Love lasts forever. After all, I can't escape a sweet word, which has pushed away the eternal romance. Even if a moth puts out the fire, nirvana will become a monk's immortal grain and meditate in your heart at the moment of burning out. As if in this way, the soul can soar beyond, and all illusions will be settled safely from now on.

2. Time is like a pair of jade scissors, with beauty and obscurity embedded in the euphemism of ancient rhyme. The eyebrows are light and spotless, and they flow from the bones to the fingertips, which is called the swan song of the Millennium. Lanting has you, at a certain moment, as scheduled through the night curl, dizzy with a lifetime of missing.

3. Who is it, sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the enchanting youth of falling flowers, soft words, rustling sighs, babbling acacia and enchanting rouge? Who is it, indulging in misty rain and red dust, writing romantic stories, a Tang poem, a magpie bridge poem, a flute sound, rippling with nostalgia in previous lives?

4. A blank sheet of paper soaked our past in lines of ink poems. Although our story needs a lifetime to remember, forget and disappear, I have never regretted it. After all, it is good to have loved. Recalling that period of youth with gratitude, grateful for those emotional twists and turns that are not mediocre, just like the notes in the music score, is a refreshing chapter between ups and downs and the passage of time.

5. a leaf knows the dream of spring, and looking back, a hundred flowers bloom. Dyed with three thousand dust, the glitz is gone, and the fragrance is still there. Who is the passerby who hit? Who is whose wheel of life? Everyone will miss many people in his life. Miss love, miss friendship, miss meeting. Flowers bloom on the other side, flowers do not see leaves, leaves do not see flowers, cherish each other. The result is not necessarily sad. If we never met in this life, we would be so attached to you. If we had never met, there would be so many regrets.

6. In this life, you are the most beautiful lotus in my heart. No one can understand your blooming charm except me, and your elegant and refined feelings will always be the temptation for me to chase. Waiting for you, in the unrepentant obsession, faint joy, stained with one after another like a cloud of thoughts; Love you, on the thin plain paper, I shed tears and ink, splashing rolls of Tang poetry and Song poetry.

7. When will the wind and rain stop? Close friends are scattered, years pass and autumn is gone. Put wine in the wind, and the sky will be silent; First frost Yanluo asked when you would return. Get together, get drunk, sing and laugh. Life can't go on, even for half a day. Open and bold, generous atmosphere. Speak the spirit of Lingyun and express your ambition. Stepping on the moon, carefree Ling Bo is like the wind.

8. In the dark night, I gently crush my thoughts and pick the fragrance of my heart, but I can't condense it into a year's glory. Leaning against the window lattice, let the breeze caress your face, and the fleeting broken shadow flows gently at your fingertips, indulging in a boundless romance of Fang Fei. The prosperity of 3,000 is opened page by page, slightly melancholy, and gently sings in the bottom of my heart. If life is like the first time! If we meet for the first time, we will chat at night, and we will never turn around easily.

9. I elegantly outlined the outline of happiness. Over the years, I have written a story about us and Enron. Those fleeting years, who caressed whose life love? Those memories, who bleached whose face for life? Flowers bloom for an instant. Withered all my life. Who should tell you what you don't know? The leaves are all over the yard, and we live together. Don't worry too much, stay with me at the end of the world. A person walks in the cycle of seasons, has seen bad spring, summer, autumn and winter, and his memory is spreading.

10. Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. The joys and sorrows of generations are beyond my control. Memory is like water in the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean through your fingers. Look at the sun and the moon that day, silently, mountains and rivers for generations. Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed. No cycle in life is doomed, just like an all-night carnival.