Talk about the sadness of modern ancient style, or sign, or log, screen name, not written by ancient poets, thank you great gods,

That night, with lights and stars, life was talking and singing,

Dancers continued to dance, gone with fireworks and died for whom

Looking back suddenly, I really don't know if you smiled at me,

I don't know if you still love me, and I don't know if you still miss me

. When geese sink to death, everything sleeps soundly. I am pregnant, a leaf of water. Autumn is boundless, jade pots are everywhere, and people are in the air.

I really want to tell you that I still love you, but I don't have the persistence to stay with you forever.

don't think that people who can't let you go will also be unable to let you go. Fish will die without water, but water will be clearer without fish.

Thank you for smiling and believing in love. Although it seems to be casual, I still want to have you.

My tears are no longer shed for you who are not worth it, and I don't want to hold your hand again.

there are thousands of thoughts about one inch, and there is no place to arrange it in the world.

smile, don't drink three cups, how can you know what a peach is!

A painting stained with blood can't compete with a little cinnabar between your eyebrows.

who finally broke the string and poured flowers on the shoulders, lost in a trance.

people who miss each other in the middle of the month are heartbroken in the cup, and they hate yesterday's dreams, so it's hard to talk back!

as beautiful as a flower, it's like a fleeting time. You can go back to the past, but you can't go back to the beginning.

in my dream, I see flowers everywhere, and my concubines are good; The strings of learning the piano in the pavilion are broken, which is endless and desolate.

The flowers have chosen the green leaves to return to, but they still don't know where to go. The stranger's heart is broken.

Hua Die is surrounded by flower bees, and the flower bees don't know. I hope that the day will last for a long time and accompany you forever.

but once we met, we knew each other, and when we met, we didn't see each other. Andrew and the monarch are determined to avoid being lovesick in life and death.

how many beauties are worn out, how many lovesickness pieces are broken, and only the blood-stained ink is left to cry and bury in chaos

Independent bridge people don't know, and a week is like a bucket. There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, the bamboo and silk lanterns return alone.

in my youth, I despise my heartbeat and confuse my thoughts.

If you can't stop shedding acacia blood and tears and throwing red beans, you can't stop blooming willow flowers and painting buildings.

If your husband blows the road dust, if your concubine is muddy with cement, when will the rendezvous be harmonious?

I asked the flowers with tears in my eyes and flew over the swing.

spring breezes, peaches and plums, Sang Ma, Xia Yue, autumn plums, and winter plum tea. At four o'clock, the scenery is clear and beautiful, and a door is harmonious.

when the rainstorm comes, pear blossoms fly, and there is no sorrow in the heart. The wind stops, the dust falls, and the residual flowers are hard to come back!

when I look back, the bright moon is at the head, but the evening breeze doesn't know how to worry, and I have no words to send romantic feelings.

whose old scar is that scar can still drink tea quietly and crush this prosperous fireworks.

even if you wear red makeup, you can't drink alone.

Qingqing's son is full of pity, which is lingering in my heart, but I have pondered it so far for your sake.

last year today, the peach blossoms in this door set each other off. I don't know where to go, peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.

when the phoenix tree is burnt out, I will remember the first scene with the flowers. If you fall in love with acacia mangium, are you like water carrying flowers?

people enter the river like the wind, and love is like the rain sticking to the ground.

you can't hide your worries in your dreams, but you can't cry when you drink, and you can't avoid them when you come. Hui furnace incense curled up heartbroken lines, and Qian soul swayed in the lantern.

Fallen leaves, beautiful flowers, prosperous landing, only reincarnation ...

Long Tou flowing water, drifting down the mountain, thinking of me all over, floating in the wilderness.

If I don't speak first in spring, which worm will dare to answer!

this past year should be a good time and a good scene. There are thousands of customs, and who to talk to.