Honey, if you understand this poem.

First, evil! I want to know you and live a long life.

Second, thank you for everything you have given and taken away.

Third, think long and hate long, and hate not to stop until it is time to pay back. -Yueming people lean on the building. -Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc"

Fourth, the past year should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.

Verb (abbreviation of verb) I met her a long time ago, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Six, hate you not jianglou, north and south. East, west, north and south, only each other. I hate you, but I've been on the river for a month, and I'm still losing money when I'm full. When is the reunion? -Lv Benzhong's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"

Seven, everlasting, everlasting; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

Eight, the bun is loosely pulled, and the lead is lightly supplemented. Red mist cover light, fly flocculant.

Nine, the beast furnace sinks hookah, the green marsh residual flower piece, writes the acacia biography line by line.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and drink a river.

Eleven, fallen petal independence, micro swift Qi Fei. -Yan "Linjiang Xian"

Twelve, the face of the waning moon is bright, don't cry. -Niu Xiji's Life Checker

Thirteen, we hope to fly in heaven, two birds grow together on the earth with one wing, two branches of a tree ...-Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow.

Fourteen, the sideburns are pitiful, only for old feelings. -Yan's Life Checker

Fifteen, only send spring home, send you home. If you catch up with spring in Jiangnan, you must stay in spring. -crown "operator"

Sixteen, how many lovesickness one-night stands, the ends of the earth are not long.

Seventeen years old, although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

Eighteen, I know that I have been in love for a long time, and I am disappointed with the sound of the river at Wangjiangtou.

Nineteen, between surplus and water, the pulse is silent.

Twenty years old, a moment that should last forever, has come and gone before I know it.

Twenty-one, affectionate since ancient times, it is even worse to be left out. -Liu Yong's "Yulinling"

Twenty-two, once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber.

Twenty-three, an inch of acacia thousand thoughts, there is no arrangement in the world.

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but next year's flowers are even better. -Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha"

Twenty-five, willow green Jiang Shuiping, smell the song on the Langjiang River. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.

Twenty-six, how many tears you hate, lean on it. -Jing Li's "Biography of Huanxisha"

Twenty-seven, if you don't miss love in this life, you will miss love and you will miss love. -Xu Zaisi's "Gui Gui Ling"

Twenty-eight, there is no different feeling, only the same heartache.

Twenty-nine, sentimental since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.

Thirty, before opening the bottle, I'm going to say the date of return. I didn't say that Chun Rong was miserable. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

Thirty-one, the season should be dusk, boring and leaning against the door alone. -Wen's "Bodhisattva Man"

Thirty-two, gaunt Jiangnan tired, unbearable, anxious to straighten the string. -Zhou Bangyan's Man Fang Ting

Thirty-three, tenderness is like water, courtesy is like a dream, and I can't bear to return to the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.

Thirty-four, chilling. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.

Thirty-five, after the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scenery, so there are many kinds of customs, and who to tell.

Thirty-six, tears are sealed, and life is only difficult to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"

I love you more than I thought, but I accidentally missed you.

Thirty-eight, after all, Qian Fan is not. It is full of water and heartbreaking. -Wen "Jiangnan Dream"

Thirty-nine, Hua Lin Xie Chunhong, rushed, the cold rain came late, and the wind came late.

Forty, the flowers that are lazy to review, the cultivation of half the sky and the gentleman who holds up half the sky.

Forty-one, in the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the bar and be speechless. -Liu Yong's "The Recent Flowers"

Forty-two, thunder and earthquake in winter, rain and snow in summer.

Forty-three, it seems that this star is not last night, who is the wind and dew standing in the dark?

Forty-four, I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you don't miss home. _ _ _ _ Li Chi Ngai's "Operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River"

Forty-five, the moon sets and the stars are thin, the sky is high and the clouds are light, and it is difficult to dream without a lonely lamp. Wearing clothes, looking at the door more, angry and happy.

Forty-six, the sorrow is endless, and it is like spring water. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"

Forty-seven, I occasionally go to the river to collect silver pheasants, and also compete with my female partner for the river god. I dare not express my heart in front of everyone, secretly throw money and ask my distant husband's voice.

Forty-eight, three feet charming child died for you, and this song will never be played again.

Forty-nine, I hope your heart is the same as mine and you won't miss it.

Fifty, if you don't miss life, you will miss it, you will miss it. _ _ _ _ Xu Zaisi's "Gui Ling Chun Qing"

Fifty-one or ten years of life and death are boundless, and you will never forget it if you don't think about it. _ _ _ _ Su Shi's "Recalling Dreams on the 20th Day of the First Month of Jiang"

Fifty-two, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I don't regret it. It makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's "The Recent Flowers"

53. Once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber. _ _ _ _ Yuan Zhen's five Lisi poems, which

Fifty-four, just look back deeply Heritage is a double emerald. -Ride an elephant, and carry people through the water first. -Li Xun's "Nanxiangzi"

Fifty-five, linglong dice Ann red beans, bone acacia know. _ _ _ _ Two Wennan Gezi/New Poems

Fifty-six, I have a photo of Ying Gang left tonight. I'm afraid that meeting was like a dream. -Yan's "Partridge Day"

Fifty-seven, this feeling is inevitable, only under the brow, but also in my heart.

Fifty-eight, I made a thousand wishes before my pillow. I want to rest and stay in Qingshan. -Dunhuang ci

Fifty-nine, tearful eyes asked flowers silently, and red flew over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's "The Recent Flowers"

Sixty, leave the song without renovation. A song can teach intestines. You must see all the flowers in Los Angeles. It's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze.

Sixty-one, the mountain temple looks for laurel trees in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion watches the tide on the pillow. When will you revisit? -Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"

Sixty-two, the beast furnace sinks hookah, and pieces of green marsh flowers are written into the story of acacia. -Zhang Kejiu's Sai Qiu Hong

Sixty-three, enter my lovesick door and know that I miss you. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "357 words/autumn wind words"

Sixty-four, the wind blows, blowing a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand.

Sixty-five, I want her husband to come back early, but I have time to go to Qingyun. -Dunhuang ci

66. Ask in a low voice: Who are you going to be with? It is already midnight in the city. The horse is slippery and frozen, so it's better to have a rest and walk less. -Zhou Bangyan's Youth Journey

Sixty-seven, I often get sick before the end of the day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie Tread"

What is the limit of light cold and drizzle? If you don't care about spring, what's the harm of getting drunk? I'm afraid my heart will break when I wake up!

Sixty-nine, people feel sentimental and thin, but now they are really not sentimental.

Seventy, hometown is far away, when to go? -Zhou Bangyan's "Su Curtain"

Seventy-one, I am not me without you.

Seventy-two, time can be expected. But I can't stay.

Seventy-three, I'm going to get married and rest for life. Don't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned. -Wei Zhuang's Sidi Township

Seventy-four, this past year should be a beautiful morning and a beautiful scene. -Even if there are thousands of bells in Qian Qian, who should I talk to? -Liu Yong's "Yulinling"

Seventy-five, if you don't know how to cherish me, I will leave you.

Seventy-six, if I knew. I regret not locking the carved saddle. -Liu Yong's Ding Feng

Seventy-seven, growth hate pleasure less, willing to love a thousand dollars, smile lightly. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. -Song Qi's "Jade House Spring"

July and March storms. It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Seventy-nine, nostalgia, Lanzhou reminder. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. -Liu Yong's "Yulinling"

Eighty, fighting ducks are lonely and lonely, and the head of the jade scratches obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.

81. Ask the world what love is and teach people to live and die together.

Eighty-two, the mountain has no mausoleum, and the river is exhausted.

Eighty-three, be there or be square, appear ruthless. After the song, the wine woke up a little. The moon in the deep courtyard is quiet.

Eighty-four, everyone says that like Iraq, how can it be like a slave? -"product orders" that are separated from each other.

Eighty-five, holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Eighty-six, a song of sunshine, heartbroken, leaning on the railing alone. -Liu Yong's Youth Journey

Eighty-seven, break into the tourists, only feel the spring sky. -Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberry Seeds"

Eighty-eight, heaven and earth are together, but dare to break with you.

Eighty-nine, miss the moon hand in hand, show the bridge to smell the flute, think about the past, like a dream, tears like rain. -Zhou Bangyan's "Warrior Lanling"

Ninety, many words, unfinished feelings. Looking back, I said: I remember my blue silk clothes and pity the grass everywhere. -Niu Xiji's Life Checker

Ninety-one, inch by inch, full of tears. -Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"

92. Before returning home, Lao Mo will be heartbroken when returning home. -Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva"

Ninety-three, rouge tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

94. Sleeping late is unforgettable, which is heartless and heartbreaking. -Yan "Nanxiangzi"

Ninety-five, only Guanshan is tonight, thousands of miles away, and it's plain. -Xie Yi's "Jiang Shenzi"

96. If we get together and leave in a hurry, this hatred is endless. Who knows how wide and haggard spring is? -Mrs Wei's "Wu"

97, an inch of acacia, nowhere in the world. -Li Guan's "The Recent Flowers"

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. -Bai Juyi's Song of Eternal Sorrow

What time does the Wan Liyun arrive? Send a lonely soul and your eyes will be cut off. Who sings the golden thread for me? -Ye Mengde's "He Xinlang"

One hundred, the fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone. -Chao Bu Zhi's "Salt Angle"

All kinds of classic quotations-even this bright flame of love will only have ashes?

A person has at least one dream and one strong reason. If the heart has no place to live, it wanders everywhere.

The person who once said that he would love you forever is gone, so why should he indulge in memories alone?

There is always a story of being hurt. If I could start over, I'd rather not show up.

I've been changing my mood, but I've never written my mind.

Life can be crazy sometimes. We chase what we can't have, but give up what we need most.

As long as the thought of our agreement, but you and another woman in the implementation, the in the mind is sour.

I cried, smiled and cried. It was all me.

I don't know what I'm doing for you, but I'm crazy about it.

I like you very much, but you are not happy about it.

No matter how beautiful it is, it is not as expensive as you.

You must believe what you want.

I really want to have that magical mailbox. You can send me to you like a letter.

Love has nothing to do with possession. This pain is called cession and loss.

I didn't expose your lies, but I was afraid that you would feel guilty.

Some people can't say anything good, but no one can replace them.

Don't be easily moved when he says he loves you or not.

Don't put on airs in front of me. You don't deserve it.

Love is just a pastime, not a big deal.

Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes?

I said I wouldn't be sad to leave, which is my only deception to you.

I want to travel alone, go where I want to go, and disappear like this …

I know it's easy to forget As long as I don't watch, don't want to, don't remember, I forget, just like the day after the fireworks.

Without you, it is more empty, and the night has been so long.

Your words make my heart sink with your words.

When I miss you, I feel inexplicable warmth in my heart.

No one will work hard on things that have nothing to do with himself, and there is no need to be completely indifferent.

I used to believe in love, but I still miss you involuntarily.

If you like someone, you don't want to mention his name.

Thank you for appearing in my life. You filled my dark world with sunshine.

Some lyrics are deeply rooted in people's hearts. Are we listening to music or ourselves?

The more roads we walk, the more we understand that many things can't be done by hard work.

Why do you always say that you will be lonely after you leave?

Maybe I didn't figure it out and didn't let you go.

Even if I am alone, I will love myself, except you.

I know I have fallen, and I am trapped because of you.

I have lost my smile since you left. I have never had a bright smile like a flower.

Looking up at the sky, I know I am not alone.

Disappointment, complete despair. I just don't know what else I miss.

Let's talk about beautiful love: even this bright love flame, is there only ashes? , a touch of time, a touch of injury.

1, a person who trusts literature and art often has childish things in his bones, which makes them unpractical, unsuitable for life, immature, unsociable and not easy to be happy.

Being liked by someone who doesn't like it is far more painful than liking someone who doesn't like you.

3. If I am in your heart, what's the harm of not passing the fish book? What if I'm not in your heart and blue is wet?

4. I can't see through your mind and feel your mood. I walk on the edge carefully, and I'm worried that you will get angry and drive me out of your world.

One day, I will be a little old lady, because my mind is already a Wang Yang.

If only I couldn't love you.

7. Move forward in pain and live in loneliness forever.

8, many times without warning, sadness and joy can drown me in an instant.

9. The world is too big to meet you and too small to lose you.

10, I think you are very happy, because you can choose to love me or not. And I can only choose to love you or love you more.

1 1, why not send me a spring rain? So even if I cry in the rain, I won't let you see it.

Even this bright flame of love will only be ashes? , a touch of time, a touch of injury.

13, it is unique only because I met it and fell in love with it.

14, I don't know what I am doing, but it is gone forever.

15, I lie in the wind of memories and keep warm with my thoughts of you.

16. The reason why the earth is round is because God wants those who are lost or lost to meet again.

Make sentences with an inch of Dan Xin.

1, one inch of red heart for the country, two lines for homesickness. Yu Qian

2, three-foot platform, educate students all over the world, one inch of heart, and ensure the safety of ten thousand people.

3, half a life of fame and destiny, an inch of duckweed. After death, there are many incense in the temple, and the grass is blue.

When Liu Longxi walked into the cave, the silent Huatang missed the turn. If an inch of Dan Xin is used, it will be ashes. Sunfu's candle

5, things are people who are not heroes, knowing an inch of Dan Xin, fighting a storm, assisting the prosperous times, and not relying on it, a book with a heavy history.

6, a person, a bag, a dream, like a grain of sand, floating in a person's sky! One heart, one cavity enthusiasm, single-minded, walking on the endless road! A pair of eyes, a kind of eyes, can be seen at a glance, penetrating a world! So spotless, one inch sincere, a promise, in exchange for a noise! One day, Sanqiu sang three sighs and became famous in one fell swoop. It turned out to be a dream in spring! A sentence by Li Yugang through Sina blog.

7. At that second, I danced to the light song, and I was shocked step by step, in exchange for your heart. At that moment, I cooked wine for green plum fireflies under the moon, you didn't guess. At that time, I went to Sanqiu for a day. At that time, I was brave Qin Xin, Luan Sheng of Feng Xiao, and I got your fourth peach blossom. On that day, I played chess with the world, flicked my finger at the world of mortals and gave you five notes in exchange. That night, my eyebrows turned to the sunset glow and snow, and flowers blossomed and fell in exchange for your six strands of hair. That day, I gave Sang Ma, radiant, in exchange for your seven-foot clothes. That night, I was tired of being out of ink and changed you eight times. That January, I bought you nine * * * Qi Mei with snowstorms and wicker rafts. At that time, I, Guan Feng, paid an account for Xiatie and Zhusha, in exchange for your ten-mile red makeup.