Sansheng talk

1. After turning around, say goodbye and change things; When I wake up thinking of you, pear flowers are ashamed to bring rain.

If I knew it was so frustrating, I would never know each other.

We missed the next life and the meeting in this life for no reason in the last life.

Paint the ground as a prison just because I want to shelter you from the wind and rain.

You are the only person in the world who can take from me and get from me. I have no complaints and follow your wishes.

6. In these years, no one sang with her, no one drank with her, and finally, no one accompanied her to grow old.

7. I hold my hair high for you, and you take me across the country.

8. Who meets who, coincides with the flowers. Who fell in love with whom, waiting for infatuation.

9. Acacia, never give up, who is good at poetry? Beauty dream, thousands of miles away, thousands of emotions, who is the enemy?

10. Later, I was full of worries and didn't know who to listen to. The tea drinker wanted to leave, but the tea drinker didn't stay.

1 1. May it dissipate into a breeze, wrap you in an instant, and hug you when you frown.

12. I'll wait for you for thousands of years next to Sanshengshi, just to be together forever.

13. One flower blooms in one world, and one person is lovesick for life.

Change your life with my three fireworks.

1. Still water depth, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.

You can live happily, but you have no regrets when you die.

4. Accumulate eternal love lines and crush deep red acacia.

The river is lonely, its banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.

6. Worrying about the charm of Qingyuan is a distant sadness, such as Wei Yun's lonely moon, which can only be seen from a distance.

7. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.

8. All kinds of stories are heartbreaking; When Xiao Shui goes, the moon is like frost.

9. Change your life with my three fireworks.

10. I am young, and I am young.

1 1. Long strip with countless fireworks. You look back with the light.

12. The pavilion is short and the world of mortals is rolling. I sigh Xiao again.

13. Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on his shoulder, and he was in a trance.

14. How many beauties are listless, how many pieces of acacia are broken, and only blood and tears are left.

15. where is the prosperity of the vast land? Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me. 1

6. Make him know everything and smile at you.

17. Send a song to Jun. Don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

18. Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal?

19. listen to the string and break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

20. There are trees and branches on the mountain. I don't know whether I like you or not.

Change your life with my three fireworks.

Change your life with my three fireworks.

1, the mountain has no edges, and heaven and earth blend together, but dare to separate from you. When they love each other, they are poor, and there is nothing like tea.

2. May I be like a star, like the moon, and shine every night.

3, in the world of mortals, search for thousands of Baidu, look back on the Millennium, and vote for Iraqis.

4. Laugh at the spring breeze, laugh at the spring breeze and laugh at how lonely the world of mortals is. Laugh at the spring breeze, laugh at the spring breeze, laugh at the troubles of floating life.

5, the long street, countless fireworks, you look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

6, the shadows of dreams are overlapping, the size is gray, and you are independent until late at night.

7, disorderly flocculant Dongfeng dark appointment, streamer Lu Xiaobi heavy songs, pear flower butterfly dream is hard to leave. Thin shadow who pity the new green willow, ecstasy how to blame the red spring, sweet mud tears to dusk.

8. I am young, and so am I. Who makes the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred.

9. If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river.

I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

1 1. Since the farewell, the sigh has never stopped ringing. Phellodendron amurense was born in spring, and it grew up with the days.

12, it's raining tonight. I raise my glass and feel disappointed. I can only meet again in my dream in this life.

13, sentimental since ancient times. Hate is always there, and the sunset makes the afterglow. A few bright red smiles have left me with nowhere to look and broken my heart. The moon is a thousand miles away tonight. Outside the long shadow, I didn't see loneliness, but I waved my sleeves and returned.

14, the wind blows away in spring, and the snow drifts slowly in winter. Acacia can't stay for a while, and my thoughts are more chaotic than dreams. A glass of turbid wine in Ryutsuki makes the leaves cold everywhere. Candle shadow swaying, clear tears cut jade bar.

15, 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.

16, with the sound of lights and paddles, the weather is still cold and the water is still cold. In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly, and the outsiders outside the building, the mountains outside the mountain, and the building mountain did not return. People haven't returned yet, the geese look back and forget Sichuan prematurely, and the piano player has tears in his eyes. Flowers bloom and fall on your shoulders. Shoulder-length, cold flute, window shadow, sound of smoke and oars, where in Jiangnan?

17, outside the stream, cockroaches are gradually falling, and the wind and rain are more worrying. Spring resentment has just hit Fangcaodu, and autumn cold has dyed Baipingzhou. Who dreamed of the Red Chamber?

18, change your life with my three fireworks.

19, five years of lovelorn dreams, who is wrong, heartbroken at night. In the past, the scenery was so popular that I only looked at the lotus flowers in the autumn moon. The fearless past and old feelings are now faintly swaying in the air. The lingering frost vows to melt the ice and snow, and this hatred is accompanied by cold water.

20, the sky is not old, I can't help it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

2 1, the sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? Sauvignon Blanc is heartbreaking.

22. A lonely person complains that the preface is always faint.

23. The wind is blowing, the water is full of flowers, and the cornice pavilion is ringing. Remember when you looked back and smiled, the whole city was fragrant for a hundred days.

24, flying flowers flying, how many feelings flying. Sleeves are flowing, fingers are condensed and clear water is floating.

Antique talk about sadness: use my three fireworks to change your life into confusion.

First, the world of mortals is like mud, and the front edge is exhausted. Even if you don't forget, you can't overcome the pain.

Second, I'll send you a song. Don't let the people at the end of the song get together.

Third, the gentleness of the bow is the most, like a water lotus that can't be overcome by the cool wind. When you say treasure, there is sweet sadness in the treasure.

Four, you said, a glimpse, misty rain. Later, plain clothes white gauze, negative sword armor.

Five, there are trees on the mountain, and there are branches on the wood.

Sixth, it is the sorrow of fate or the pain of reincarnation.

Seven, the heart does not move, what about the wind? If you don't get hurt, the years will be fine.

Eight, the original vows of eternal love said it again, as if it were all over!

Nine, cling to the old, imprison time and space, and suddenly come to the end of time.

Ten, I wanted to get up and leave the world of mortals, but the shadow fell to the world.

Eleven, light makeup, sad face, is the past of youth, or the lament of beauty?

Twelve, those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past, please don't spoil the fun, usually for the most beautiful.

Thirteen, neon lights are still so bright and dazzling, which shows its unique luxury on this depressing night!

Fourteen, at the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.

Fifteen, at most, it is to stare at the infinite meaning, as if we met in previous lives.

Sixteen, the paper is a little worn and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.

Seventeen, now, the leaves leave people, and the sad songs break their hearts.

Eighteen, how can we miss today's world without the flowers of the month before and after?

Nineteen, worry about Qingyuan charm, is a kind of distant sadness, such as Wei Yun lonely moon, can only look at the horizon.

Twenty, seeing each other and getting drunk late is the leading edge, and it is stormy.

Twenty-one, ten years of life and death, nothing to think about, unforgettable, lonely grave thousands of miles away, nowhere to be sad.

Twenty-two, life is like a dream. In the story of getting old, we interpret joys and sorrows, how many memories are destroyed and how many times pass.

Twenty-three, a poem of the world of mortals, a dream of the world of mortals, a song of the world of mortals, whose thoughts have fallen?

Twenty-four, the flute outside the window, and deep sorrow, sorrow, and sorrow. Candle shadow shakes red, staring at it, and the beautiful shadow that is drifting away is no longer in the dream.

Twenty-five, turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife? Always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.

Twenty-six, as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade as soon as possible can not compare with the fleeting time.

Twenty-seven, the sky is not old, it is difficult to get rid of it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

Change your life with my three fireworks.

Twenty-nine, the love songs of the next life will be filled by you, depending on who you are or the king above.

30. Long-lost memories push away layers of waves, and all the brightness and sadness are lost in a captivating smile.

Thirty-one, the heart is moving away, things are not, people are not, things are not, and the past cannot be chased.

Thirty-two, endless acacia blood and tears throw red beans, spring flowers can not be finished.

Thirty-three, if you run wild, I'll drink with you all my life.

Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.

Thirty-five, it seems that this star was not exposed in the middle of the night for whom the wind blew last night.

Thirty-six, who brushed away the melancholy between hands, tears embedded in painful memories.

37. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

Thirty-eight, romantic, such as I miss each other, how can I miss each other?

Thirty-nine, I met you at the beginning, but I turned back and became a ruin.

Forty, sadness is hard to write, and a pale oath can't be forgotten by years.

41. No one can live forever, and nothing can last long.

Forty-two, the teenager sang long songs, drunk and lying in the mountains and rivers, and once remembered that Lantai warm wine fell with the moon.

Forty-three, the broad land is broken, and the prosperity falls. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Forty-four, this life's love is worthy of acacia, and so on. I only hope that * * * you will never forget, never look back and smile at the scenery thousands of miles away.

Forty-five, if you didn't mean it, I'll rest. Yesterday, I drank thousands of glasses of wine on weekdays and recited poems for the first time in the Spring and Autumn Period.

Forty-six, the water reflects the gaunt face, and the cigarettes wet the eyes.

Forty-seven, dark clouds cover the moon, and there is no trace of people. I can't describe how lonely it is.

Forty-eight, how many beauties have been worn out and how many lovesickness pieces have been broken, leaving only blood and tears.

Forty-nine, the voice of broken dreams will always be fate, and farewell will never be the last chord.

Fifty, finally, I'm clean, it's none of your business.

Fifty-one, don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

Fifty-two, the fog cleared, I woke up, I finally saw the truth, it was the silence that Qian Fan spent.

Fifty-three, such as Qian Qian knot. I only hope that you can be as Hua Hudie as Yaotai, with flowers turned into snow and white hair as before.

Fifty-four, who should be robbed by who, who became who's obsession.

55. Your robe has not been cut, your hair is not frosted, and your glass is not empty. You can't leave yet

56. A knight should not marry lightly, and a beauty should not marry lightly, lest she die lightly for me.

Fifty-seven, spring goes to spring, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.

Fifty-eight, the distant mountains and fresh water are light, and they are lonely and charming, and people are drunk. The sky is blue, the rain is soft, and a little bit is always fragile, which makes people cry.

Fifty-nine, a lifetime, a rude awakening. Dream-chasing orders, half dreaming and half waking. Full of tears, laughing.

60. Seeing each other late and falling in love too slowly put me in a dilemma. I've traveled far away, and I've met again. Whether I can go ashore in the future.

Sixty-one, the phoenix is in pairs, and the misty rain and autumn colors fly around. Now, the phoenix is gone, and the phoenix is empty.

Sixty-two, I heard the sound of flowers, the wind blew the flowers down, but one turned around and buried them all. The petals left on the ground hurt, the faint rain and fog reflected the sadness on my face, and there were fragile tears on my haggard face.

Sixty-three, the heart has a tiger, sniffing roses. After the feast, I was in tears.

Burn out a loneliness, hold up a cup of drunk, blind fragrant tea, count the footprints that have been taken, deep or shallow, a string of paths that belong to you.

Sixty-five, people can never see through the mirror, but I mean a thousand years in the world, such as my moment.

Sixty-six, a few cups of old wine on the green bamboo stool are only waiting for the old friend to return.

Sixty-seven, in the drift from place to place, write your true feelings, write your youth, and finally let Laoyan fly away and lament alone.

Sixty-eight, let him understand everything and smile for you. Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

69. Whose hand did you shake when crossing the world of mortals, but I lost weight in the spring and autumn with the years.

Seventy, dressing obliquely and caressing Xiaoxiang, but the lonely geese fly south, and people walk in the tea.

Seventy-one, how long is the cold rainy night, I will enjoy it alone in the long night; The day makes the night cool like water, and the oblique wind and drizzle can't come back.

Seventy-two, the parting bell is about to ring, and all the broken thoughts come to mind, no longer surging, no longer melancholy, singing plaintively under all the tunes.

Seventy-three, a flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

Seventy-four, floating life is like this, not less and less, it is better to meet each other.