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Ancient style talk about mood phrases

1. Maybe it was a marriage in the previous life, or maybe it was fate in the next life. Meeting each other in this life by mistake only adds to a fruitless grudge.

2. Splashing ink and blowing wax, I admire myself all over the world of mortals. I touch the pen to warm the paper for you to paint.

3. A husband is not without tears and will not shed them during parting.

4. I hand over the world and promise you a pair of fireworks. Then, if I turn the soil into sand, will you offer wine and sweep tea for me?

5. Three Thousand Weaknesses The water has passed through thousands of sails, who can protect me from wandering in this life?

6. Have you always been like this, quietly staring at the sadness of the sun setting and being homeless?

7. The moon is with the stars, the stars are next to the moon, the stars are shining, the moon is obsessed with the flowers, the butterflies are drunk, the butterflies are in love with the flowers, the butterflies are dancing gracefully, the flowers are beautiful

8. Cherish every flower Bloom and feel relieved every time the flowers fall. Destiny will not stop you when it comes, and it will not stay when it goes away.

9. When there is still snow on the green hills, except for the mist, I will never grow old.

10. As soon as the river boat crossed Chibi, the poems and essays of later generations are all about Wu.

11. As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.

12. I have spent my whole youth, but I can’t get out of the long rainy season. I chant all the way, look back all the way, remember it endlessly, and shed tears. I turned my heart into a dewdrop, rested on the broad leaves of dreams, and fell into a deep sleep, waiting for the morning light of the next life to gently wake me up. So, in this life, can you allow me to let the dust settle, and return my true heart like the moon, as gentle as jade, and my clear eyes as clear as the first time I met you?

Thirteen. I was drunk and lying in the peach blossoms. I saw you drinking tea with the piano and the harp. I dreamed of being in love with you all my life, and my eyes brightened for a moment.

14. There are three thousand masks of floating life, who attacks me and Changge.

Fifteen, the swifts are still perched under the eaves and teeth, and they report to you in front of the study hall.

16. Pick a handful of alfalfa in my lifetime. Facing the blue sky like dye, go to your place and make some noise.

17. If life is just like meeting each other for the first time, we don’t need to know each other’s names, nor do we need to remember each other’s faces. It doesn’t matter where we stay or stop. The important thing is that we will remember The other person’s smile and help.

18. Selflessness is not you, and I cannot understand it from him. Come and go without hindrance. They were filled with great sadness and joy, and they all talked about how close they were to each other. Why was it so boring in the past? Now it’s boring to think about it now!

19. The streets are long and the fireworks are numerous. You pick up the lamp and look back. The short pavilion is short and the world is rolling. I sigh again.

Twenty, full moon night, the top of the Forbidden City. A sword coming from the west, flying immortals from the sky.

21. I asked Yan to send a brocade book, where can you go? The people of Jiangpan are independent and waiting for you calmly.

Twenty-two. Suddenly, my mind was spinning, and my eyes were as bright as smoke.

Twenty-three, the world is drunk, and the love of a lifetime is lost in drunkenness. The world is crazy, and the infatuated heart will not regret the love of three lifetimes.

24. Who accepts someone’s calamity and who becomes someone’s obsession.

25. If life is just like the first time we met, I only hope that the lovesickness will not spread. Time freezes for a moment, and only the first appearance remains in the dream.

Twenty-six, half-life love, quicksand between fingers. A journey of mist and rain, a moment of youthfulness. Tearful and speechless, under the swing, flowers are flying in the morning and flowers in the evening. The shock has passed, and the dream has ended. Roaring mountains and chanting water, leaning against the haze. Dancing in the world of mortals, riding a horse lightly, the wind and rain follow it.

Twenty-seven, three glasses of white wine and a few heartfelt words. When will I return home and have a laugh with her?

Twenty-eight, these stars are not like last night, for whom the wind and dew set up the midnight.

Twenty-nine, a few snowfalls fell on Yundian Tianchi, and the Changhong tenderly sent the bright moon for a moment. They looked back at each other for a moment, and the two of them joined hands to bid farewell to the passing years.

Thirty. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and music fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

Thirty-one, the dust-free water threshold of the bamboo dock is love, and the lovesickness is far away from the city. The autumn clouds do not disperse and the frost flies late, leaving the withered lotus to listen to the sound of rain.

Thirty-two, open up Hongmeng, who is the lover? All just for the romantic love.

Thirty-three, the world laments that it is difficult to find a close friend. In fact, what is difficult to find is not a close friend, but a calm and indifferent heart that is content with the world. I just hope that in this life, I will dance with the moon and invite the moon. **sleep.

Thirty-four, I dreamed again and again, and the butterfly dance was still there. Although the rain was still sweet, the night was already cold.

Thirty-five, I broke the strings and promised you the next life. Now the glory has faded, and it can only be regarded as a prosperity.

Thirty-six, if you are in full bloom, the breeze will come, if your heart is ups and downs, you will smile and be at peace. qq ancient style talk about mood phrases

1. Raise a glass alone?, compose a new poem about the old sorrow, the world is broken, and the past is gone. Thousands of things have happened in the past, but I am still in a dream tonight. A few strands of black hair, a little residual red, the red sleeves add fragrance and ecstasy. Reincarnation changes, entangled with fate, confused and silent. The green flute is blowing in the wind and rain, the long sleeves are fluttering, and I can explain my words when I am drunk. A poem blooms with a long and tender feeling that can be repeated a thousand times. Acacia, immersed in the ancient paper, ripples with fragrant breath. Thousands of miles apart, my desolate mood is blurred. In the abandoned world of mortals, the sigh of isolation from the world has turned into a melancholy feeling. The flowers fall silently, but no one cares about them. The flowers are scattered and gloomy, leaving only a sweet fragrance. Laughing at the mortal world thousands of times, Xu Yiqing's heart and soul are haunted by dreams. The wind is cold, the moon is dying, and I feel sad with tears in my eyes. The tearful petals could not bear the tenderness of the past and were broken into pieces in the palm of the hand. Leaning against the railing, I drunkenly wrote about the sadness along the way. The prosperity is fading in your eyes, where is the way back? The sad melody echoed in the desolate night, singing softly to the bright moon at that time. When I start writing, I am filled with lovesickness. How many past events have made me sad for whom? The paper is filled with tears and resentment, asking who it is, and after many midnight dreams, I still remember calmness. Raise a cup to mourn alone, compose new poems to talk about old sorrows, who will accompany the lights at dusk.

2. Drunken talk about love. The west wind is cold and strong, and thousands of silk threads are tired. The two places are separated, the care is deep, and the soul is looking forward to it. Love in the pen. The mandarin ducks fly together, the luan and the phoenix fly together, and the myth is played out happily. The full moon comes out, and thoughts return to the palace. Deeply in love, compose golden songs, sing and float in the world. Double disc dance, drunken flower house, fingers intertwined, companionship for life. In the dark night, with floating clouds in the sky, I am intoxicated with love. Misty as a fairy, no longer forget the fleeting years.

3. The jade is moist and flawless, the heart is soft and jade-like, the heart is warm with love, the eyes are full of infatuation, we promise to be together for the rest of our lives, with a strong love, knowing what we do in the world of purple. , if you wish, you will follow me, you will follow me, you will depend on me, you will depend on me, you will agree with me, you will promise me, I will give you to me, you will give me your wish, I will cherish you, I will cherish you, I will not expect you, I will not expect you, If you don't leave, let's stay together for life. They are as gentle as jade and keep each other warm. I would like to use my years to compose lyrics and music, and the sound of the piano will fill my heart. I would like to entrust my years to you and give them to you with tenderness.

4. A piece of lovesickness, half a piece of clear poetry. Acacia is longer than dreams. We are separated by the end of the world, and we stand alone on the candlestick with the remaining light. Why should I be afraid of the strong wind and sudden cold? I am afraid that your heart will never come again. At present, the writing is full of dark thoughts, and it is difficult to hide the sadness. It seems like obsession and lingering feelings. It also causes sentimentality, lingering attachment to the world, and feelings of helplessness and melancholy. The whirling fragrance is light, the tranquility is fragrant, and the wonderful red blossom tree blooms. Who drinks wine, adds melancholy, and lovesickness forever. Leaning against the window lattice, the child's string remains the same, and she sheds sad tears. At this sleepless moment, I want to talk to you, but I am lonely and sad. I'm afraid of making you worry, so I'm too shy to speak in my dreams. The bluebirds are delivered frequently, the chime warms the rain, and the kisses embrace the place of dawn and dusk. On the night of reciting candles and reading together with a book, I missed all the rooster crows and felt very happy and connected. The beautiful poems and poems make you drunk among the words. Why should we remember the moss on the steps and the paths by the pond? Has left traces. Cui Hu, the mother-in-law of Jiang, is said to live forever. Keep your promise in this life forever.

5. The hibiscus water is full of lotus flowers, and the morning dew is blooming in the morning breeze. The soft mortal world and the dancing waves are colorful and graceful. Embroidered skirts and jade plates are emerald green; embroidered with pink and white flowers and red flowers. The beautiful shadows are in the air, the beautiful people are curling up, and the hibiscus comes out of the water to say goodbye to Yao Xian. I am happy to take a photo with you, the red umbrella covers the sky. Play a piece of music, your Zen mind is cloudy and watery, and the moon looks beautiful. Willows contain smoke, orioles and kingfishers sing their graceful songs diagonally across the branches. In alliance with the king, the green pond is full of rhyme; holding hands with the sun, holding the sun together and enjoying the joy. The smoke surrounds the fence, the waves shake the leaves, and the plum wind and red rain come to the farm. The high and clean place is clean and unsullied, and I am willing to live in harmony with the water. The love song is right, the girl picking lotus wants to make waves.

6. Life is like a dream, willows and jade are fragrant on the table, and irises are picked in the air. May I give you a thousand thick flowers to follow you in this life, and sing in my heart. The world is like the wind, the dust and smoke are curling up, the plain pen is blue and clear, the book is full of makeup, holding a hand is warm, my heart is warm and soft, and my heart is soft. The fleeting years are finally passing by, and the beauty is only a moment. How can I lose my time and waste it in vain? How can I let the fragrant dust hold the green sky, silent and silent, with my heart. When I'm drunk, I dance to a song, the neon clothes dance gracefully and wonderfully, the sound of the flute brings me joy, I smile, and the beauty lasts forever. Thousands of years of wind and frost, thousands of years of dust, snow, rain, bamboo and mist are always in a hurry. In an instant, the beauty is dim, the shadow of the Zhulou is alone, and the thoughts are heavy, circling the heart.

7. The butterflies are flying and the brocades are clustered together, the jade pot is cold and the wine cups are light, the intention is transferred back, half the life is flashy. The plum blossoms have fallen and I look at the flying herons. On a bright moonlit night, the whispers are lingering, the orioles are singing and the swallows are singing, and the dew is staining the qionghua.

Daiyu is buried among flowers, her soul is lost on Mazai slope, her tears hang down and the fragrant lingering fluttering catkins dance through the red gauze, her fragrant soul is about to break the weaving traces of the mandarin ducks, the music of the piano is noisy, and the pleated skirts cross the purple Xiaoxiang Road. Falling from the end of the world, the silver cup with string strings in Nanpu is desolate, drunk with the world of mortals, string music and Sheng songs are sad and difficult to tell, tassels are scattered, lovesickness is smoked, the netherworld is crying, and the shadow of the jade is withered!

8. When you first meet someone, you fall in love with her beauty at first sight, and then fall in love with her again. Thousands of miles of smoke and dust, all smiles are meaningless. I miss you so much, Yan and you are accompanying me. One glance at the spring night and the moon will bring me grief a thousand times. It’s hard to think about the lingering dreams of a spring night. There is a dream behind a curtain, and a beautiful poem. Where is the destination after all the sails?

9. Who is sitting in the hazy clouds of smoke, counting the fallen flowers in the courtyard? Those bright red lips were murmuring miserably and whimpering. Who picked up the neon clothes left in the Tang and Song Dynasties and played with the lingering strings with their slender fingers? That exquisite Luo Yi is like crying and complaining, and has a slight fragrance. Who is it that is willing to travel through the ages, wandering beyond your shore, giving you a poignant and beautiful romance, and waving thousands of soft brocade and ink flowers for you? Who is it, in the dark night when every flute sound is melancholy, paying homage to you and pitying flowers for you in another life?

10. There is no dark fragrance or shadow in the plum blossoms, and the vast sky is cold to the heart. But there is a whistling sound, a light cold blowing snow and a sad dance. He is obsessed with dreams and can stare at them. He always sighs and can't stay in love. The wind, flowers, snow and moon are all gone, and the lingering lover is haggard. The longing for lovesickness is strong and lingers for a long time. The strands of returning dreams are wrapped around the curtains, and the shadows are faint and lingering. I think about it again and again. The jade bones are pure and beautiful, waiting for the snow to even out. Why should pearls disturb the mortal world? How many people know the music and the sound of the plum blossoms falling with you? The beauty is iron-clad and the heart is dust-free, and the subtle fragrance and tenderness are traceless. The sound of the flute makes the branches of flowers tremble, just for the beauty of the city. There are still people who stop for you, borrowing the rain to make strings, and the wind to make poems! !

11. Deep in the clouds and smoke, shadows are slowly clearing, and dreams are swaying. Drunk and chanting, listening to the wind, the rain, the night, the moon. The eyes are blurred, like a clear spring rippling, and a melodious orchestra string playing. It is soaked with beauty, contains sadness, depicts whispers, and engraves memories. Can it be able to write a moist and affectionate heartbeat? I look back and sigh speechlessly; I travel through thousands of mountains, cross thousands of rivers, and sail across thousands of sails; when I condense here, I rest on my pillow against the sky. A poem is like a cup of lotus, ask the wind for the wine, and drink up all the fine dust.

12. The love of snowy plum blossoms borrows the east wind, and the plum blossoms sing their charm, and the souls and shadows blend together. The fragrance of crazy dreams, the kiss of red cherry lips, the gentleness and elegance of love. Thank you for your kindness, we are a couple; intoxicated by God's will, your love and charm are endless. The snow lies in the plum blossom embrace, soft and sweet, the moon is jealous of the stars. A fairy from the Yao Palace and a fairy from the world of mortals meet each other. The snow blooms for the plum blossoms, and the plum blossoms are loved by the snow. Thousands of branches compete for red. Playing with Chang'e, rubbing one's ears and temples together; getting drunk with Wu Gang, admiring the flowers with wine. How much love can you feel at the snap of your fingers? Smile with hazy eyes.

13. At the end of the dust and smoke, whose family will the flowers fall? In the troubled world, the prosperity is shaken with sadness. Tears fell in my heart, and I cried out to the moon to hide my longing for the world. As tender as water, as clear as the blue sky, it fell into the tearful heaven. The romantic hourglass cannot pick up a trace of tenderness. Who caressed me in my weak years? The broken flowers in pain and despair are no longer able to cry out the fairy tale of love that has been sleeping for thousands of years. Who pointed at the quicksand and annihilated the beauty's past and present worries? The purple road filled with gunpowder smoke, I cannot melt the evanescent prosperity. My tears cannot wash away the sand in the dust and mist. I am tired of the ups and downs of the flowers on the road. The warmth of Meng Po Tang wets the vows beside the Sansheng Stone, sealing the heart, eradicating love, erasing sorrow, and enjoying the eternity of Zen. The dreams are no longer beautiful, the heart is no longer messy, and I pray that we will never see each other again in reincarnation.

14. If you wish to live thousands of miles of rivers and rivers in the next life. It was the first update, and I was caught up in the wind. Recalling the dream vaguely recalls the city, and the fate is wrong. Materials are also full of hatred and sorrow. The day is boring, but the moon is cold, and I miss you so much. Quilts and wine cover up sorrow. If you start your life from scratch. I know him so well, he is so magnificent, don't let him down lightly. The hateful time passes by so quickly, leaving countless deep and shallow traces. Who would have thought that I would be sad and careless. Cherish the fragrance, the stars are cold, the old family is in a new place.

Sentences about missing the moon and heartbreak!

Fifteen. The tears of beauty accompany the king's soul with longing brows, and the snow shirt is dyed with sorrow. Who twists the red silk under the lamp, half a dead lamp flickers in the cold, the eyes hide the worry of thousands of years of wind and dust, the passing elegance, persistence Lingding, who is playing the flute at the bridge? The clear sound disturbs the youthful and gloomy face. The bronze is hazy and the temples are messy. The jade hairpin is old before the table. My thoughts are bright and my memories are dense. The fragrant fur is sparse and shadows are leaking under the moon. The sandalwood stove is empty until dawn. The night is slightly colored, sighing, and has been covered with frost for thousands of years. Who is with you? I'm wasting my time. The meaning of the brocade book is lingering, and the creation is silent. Spring and Autumn, the tears of pear blossoms, the autumn eyes are worried, the light and pretty meaning is engraved, and the music of Yaoqin is heartbreaking. I am worried about the fireworks that will remain for you for eternity. On the bank of the Forgotten River, which is a desert that cannot be crossed. The oath that cannot be shaken off holds the lamp to shine for eternity. I trust each other with my heart for thousands of years of destiny. The destiny is shining brightly with me in the future. The brocade book expresses my thoughts, the piano is melodious, the beauty is pink with tears, the brocade heart accompanies the king's soul, the wind is gentle, the rain is gentle, and the love is lingering between the fingers!

16. The flowers on the other side are red, and Meng Po's soup reflects people's dreams. Who shed tears in front of the blood-colored stone, engraving the love that lasted three lifetimes. There are many shadows on the bridge, and my eyes are full of tears when I look at the countryside terrace. The worldly affairs enter the river of forgetfulness, and the tenderness and tenderness linger by the river. The love and affection in the past life are lingering, and the road of reincarnation is charming and sad. The faint ancient lamps, candles, and iron bells trembled slightly. In front of the Naihe Bridge, Meng Po held a bowl of soup, drank all the grudges from the past, thinking about the farewell, and wept alone in the hell of the underworld. A journey through the cycle of life and death, awakening the lingering dreams. A bridge, through ups and downs. A piece of stone casts the past and present lives. A bowl of soup to drink up all the love, hate and hatred. Beautiful ancient style phrases about your mood

Beautiful ancient style phrases about your mood

1. A lifetime of love, who you meet when you meet, a curtain of willow dreams, who is empty on the covered bridge, a brocade fragrance A book, who the swan geese sent, a bottle of cheese, who was left alone with an empty cup, a pillow, who lost weight due to lovesickness, a sleeve of wind, who was attracted by desolation, a romantic mood, who was lost in the years, a case of clear sorrow , Who has been chilled by the frost and flowers? After thinking about it, who has disappeared from the world of mortals. Who has been left behind by a desolate finger. Who has been showered by the cold wind. Who has been missing from a gorgeous banquet and drinking...

2. Who is it, sitting in the misty flowing clouds, counting the fallen flowers all over the courtyard? Those bright red lips are murmuring and whimpering. Who picked up the neon clothes left in the Tang and Song Dynasties and played with the lingering strings with their slender fingers? That exquisite Luo Yi was like crying and complaining, and had a slight fragrance. Who is willing to travel through the ages, wandering beyond your shore, giving you a poignant romance, and waving thousands of soft brocade and ink flowers for you? Who is it, in every dark night with the melancholy sound of the flute, for you in the next life? You pay tribute and pity the flowers for you?

3. Who, with my heart, melts the frost of my half life. Who caress my face and comforts my sorrow for half a lifetime. A heartbeat washes away the dust of the world. A wisp of flower soul, intoxicated with beauty and sadness. A chance encounter brought all the mountains and rivers together. One thought is persistent, love is not the same as life and death. The spring water is green, pouring a little softness into the intestines. A thin finger refers to the world of mortals, and thousands of reincarnations lead to ruin. I wish to win the heart of one person and never leave each other. Listen to the flowers bloom and fall, waiting for you for thousands of years. Suddenly looking back, flowers bloomed on the other shore, and the fragrance filled the sea of ??snow.

4. A thousand years of waiting, a thousand years of fate, a thousand years of tears, and a thousand years of drunkenness. Thousands of years of dust are always charming, eternal songs are always lingering in people's hearts, Sanskrit sounds are calming and quiet, drums at dusk and bells in the morning clear the smoke and dust. I think that no matter how much disturbance there is, it is just a smile from the mortal world, and no matter how thick the mist is, it can't lock the heart's reflection. . Thousands of words condensed into one eyebrow, you know, the tenderness in my heart is promising, you know, your tenderness warms my heart, your graceful willow arms caress your eyebrows, your tearful smile, your beauty, a thousand years in a moment, a lifetime in a moment, is the ultimate Warm, naturally tender. Warm words relieve loneliness, companionship melts the heart, and the years are quiet and peaceful. You are forged by Jin Hua, adding to my beauty. You are the glory of Shao, and I give you the tender love of spring. A thousand-word letter is written from the heart, and it is not as soft as your words. A hundred years have passed by in a blink of an eye, the scenery is green and smokey, the mountains and rivers are covered with willow curtains, the frost is white and the snow is green, holding hands, the blue waves are adorned with eternal tenderness, the love is full of tenderness, the world is full of love, and the human companionship lasts for thousands of years. A lifetime of love!

5. The lyrics are euphemistic, the poems are beautiful, and the singing and dancing bring joy and beauty. I would like to give you a poem as long as a scroll, singing songs and dancing for the rest of your life. Two people on the road, alone and alone, enjoying the spring scenery and carrying the fleeting years together for the rest of your life. The world is short but love is long-lasting. The world is empty and empty. Only if you cherish me, the future will be long. The most important thing is to know the king's will in the world, the most important thing is to write thousands of chapters of love, the fragrance of calligraphy and ink, the wonderful poems, the heart-melting rhymes, and the heartfelt emotions of the letters. The elegance of eternity is far away, the flowing waves are quiet and long, Weiyang night, singing and singing, but we have met thousands of years ago, the meeting in the beautiful city foreshadowed the meeting in this life, Ruruo, how can we fall in love at first sight, and become persistent in one thought, the willow moon is as graceful as yesterday In the Chinese years, how can we be afraid that the years will make the flowers grow old? A screen of Lan language conveys lovesickness, and each word and article conveys longing for love.

6. The flowers on the other side are blooming, and the leaves are falling, dyeing the long road to Huangquan red. The blue sky is above and the netherworld is falling. But in front of the bridge, is the bowl of Meng Po soup that forgets love and love, can it not make me sad? You hid my face deeply, leaving an unfinished love story by the side of the stone for three lives, and looking forward to the next life to continue the lingering lingering love. At that time, I was waiting for your graceful return in the place where peach blossoms were in full bloom,,,

< p> 7. The moon leaks out of the window and covers up the lonely lamp, and the shadows dance sadly in the falling wind. The old scars on the mind are finally gone, who will repeat the music and play the new zither? The raw jade is scattered in the wild, and it is quiet and pleasant in front of the elegant pavilion. The vines are entangled with charming green, and the light, wind and moon are soft and graceful. The two swallows on the low eaves are often envied, sitting alone facing the wind and worrying endlessly. The feelings of yesterday are difficult to understand today, and the flowers and leaves are drifting in the remaining water. The lovesickness has ended, and the sorrow continues, a song of farewell and a quiet song. The clouds follow the wind and love is hard to leave, a period of lovesickness and a period of sadness. No one can understand the lingering meaning, except for the spring breeze. Think lightly and send it to the end of the world, thousands of threads and farewell thoughts at night. The neon lights outside the pavilion are shining, and the silent rain is soft and fluttering. Se Feng stood still thinking about lovesickness. Don’t say again, companions in the world of mortals. How many times have we waited to see each other again? Our vows are still empty. The clear rain blew over both umbrellas. Slender fingers, wet thoughts! The wind is clear and soft in the small courtyard, and the smoke is thick and the ink is thick. The piano and the harp always lag behind the mandarin duck pillars. Say it quietly, the way back is when you came. Looking forward to bright eyes from the end of the world, don’t spend this life in vain.

8. A pool of wrinkled flower mourning poured the rouge of orchid and cinnamon into the brocade, washed away the beauty of the sun, moon and stars, drained away the coldness of the ages, and withered. The poignancy of Three Lives and Three Worlds. Just because I made a three-life promise by the Wangchuan River in my previous life, I was so infatuated with you for a single day and cherished you for thousands of years. Watch the world of mortals pass through the gorgeous time, watch the flowing smoke shake the sadness of a lifetime, and watch the desolation of the falling red withered for a season. Use sad fingers to carve a faint mark of ink on the petals, fill in an ancient poem, and then a pipa tune will be lost, and a soft memory will be warmed. Before he can return to his old age, his soul will be deeply hurt. My eyes are full of sadness and moisture, but now I can't find you. Independent of the breeze and drizzle, I sigh sadly that the world is prosperous, but it has nothing to do with me.

9. The gentle promises that were once made to each other turned into clouds and disappeared. The love words and whispers on the moonlit night before the flowers in the past have long since fallen apart. It's a pity that true love is hard to find in the world, let the dark fragrance leave traces. It's a shame, the brocade is so prosperous, but where love is strong, joy is thin. It's funny, the mountains have no edges and the rivers are exhausted, but I dare to cut off the king; it's sad, my heart is full of tenderness and lovesickness, who wipes my tears? With red hands and a goblet, I'm so drunk that I can cut off the sorrow of this world. The flowers withered and the water flowed by itself, sighing with sorrow and lamenting the loneliness. Those who have been practicing for a hundred years are crossing in the same boat, and those who have been practicing for a thousand years are sleeping on the pillow. In this life, we are not able to ride together in the same boat. It is like a flash in the pan, like a shooting star, and it is fleeting. Everything is like flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water. It's not that the love is not true enough, nor that the love is not deep enough. It's just that our practice is too shallow and we have no chance to meet in Zen. Buddha said: It takes five hundred lifetimes to look back before this life passes by. In this life, the Buddha has fulfilled my longings. The startling glimpse by the stone bridge has led to a beautiful encounter. Happiness is always too hasty. In my past life, I waved frequently and looked back a thousand times in exchange for staying with you in this life. How many thousands of years will it take to wait for the next reunion? How many reincarnations can I go through before I have the opportunity to renew my love with you?

10. Appreciate the moon and write flower poems while looking at the flowers. Chanting poems about the moon. If a person has flowers and moons every year, there is no need to miss the moon. Raise your glass and drink before the flowers under the moon. When you are drunk and sleep with the flowers, you will be crazy about the moon. The frost of the years dyes the blue silk of the flowers, and the waning moon of the flowers misses me.

11. Peng Ying Jiang Que is soothing and the sky seems to be returning with spring. She has faded her fairy clothes and is sitting among the cloud screens. Her plum makeup is new, but her beauty remains the same. A piece of plain paper is wrapped around the fingers softly, thoughts trickling down, and the tide is full of sorrow. Suddenly I heard the sound of wild geese in the distance, the sound was sad, as if I was complaining: The cold sleeves add to the pitiful appearance, the shadow of the screen window, the night reflection in the quiet window, so many feelings, the crazy dream in the cold building, who can explain it? There are many tears, and every word is condensed with emotion. Every sentence sheds tears. The pouring rain washes away the depressing heat and humidity. The mist disperses, the coolness rises, but the patter is still dripping. The lotus cup is dripping, standing towards the water as before, looking at the shadow affectionately, my heart can't rest... Literary and ancient mood saying phrases

Missing it is just to be better next time encounter.

I get drunk from time to time and like freedom very much

Every smiling expression has its hidden sadness.

In the summer of separation, sweetness serves as the prelude and sadness serves as the ending.

In the scenery that has lost you, you occupy every street

The feeling of missing you is as strong as wine, do you want to take a sip.

The years are fleeting, and how many years are understated.

I can be infinitely bad, but you must be infinitely good.

You are a dream of floating joy and a ray of light in the endless darkness.

The sadness that forced a smile spread from the bottom of my heart to a slight pain.

It turns out that there is still such a kind of love in this world. Before you open your mouth, you will burst into tears.

You are a dream of floating joy and a ray of light in the endless darkness.

In the rest of your life, you should avoid detours and fall in love with the wrong people. I can only accompany you until this point.

Memories are like a huge shadow, covering us all the time, making it difficult to breathe.

Looking back, I see things from the past, but I no longer have the same feeling as before.

I saw the cold wind disturbing the leaves; I smelled the emotions disturbing you and me.

Smoking, drinking, swearing, and having a very bad personality. I’m glad you come from a far away place and haven’t heard about my past.

The face of time, throughout your life, will you ever think about it like crazy for a moment.

Even if the wind is high, I will clink glasses with you in the fierce wind. Even if the rain is heavy, I will still accompany you. I don’t know how to express regret

On a windy day, I get up to see you, even if I just look at the scenery, even if I can’t hug you you.

Fate determines our parting, and the faint sound of sheng and xiao exaggerates the sadness.

I hope that one day, the people who love you will have clear mountains and clear waters in their eyes, and the people you love will have a bright sky in their hearts.

The biggest fear is that the person who hears the love story will still be careful not to leak anything even if the love words are told to the last detail.

Don’t miss my unintentional tenderness in the years. Don’t ask me if we will meet again. Don’t ask me if I don’t mean what I said.

The years are still so long. If you don’t stop, you won’t stop. Just think of it. After finally encountering it, I didn’t have the strength to go down.