202 1 happy talk about mood phrase aestheticism: may everything you work for succeed.

1. May everything you work for be successful.

Don't say such nice things, everyone only cares about the result.

3. There is too little tenderness, too little luck and too little understanding in this life.

4. Life is so hard. Be the person I love, love the person I love, and I will be satisfied.

Summer is ok, but it's really good, because there will be a special mourning period in winter mixed with cold. Looking up, the sky is still gloomy and gloomy, and I feel that I am a depressed wet quilt cover, sticky and listless anyway. Unlike summer, even if I am sad and depressed, I look up at a scene outside the window, as if I were so lush, active and ignorant.

6. I don't want to judge more good and bad. Light is light, not darkness. The heart should be bright, clean and open.

7. slowly get worse. As the severity index increases, the number of embarrassment will also decrease.

8. I have two choices in my life: to waste my life in idle time, or to cherish myself in the work of survival.

9. Perhaps the most important thing is not poetry and distance, but you and tomorrow.

10. Seeing you is the reason why I can be happy under any circumstances.

1 1. You only sent me a message because, I don't know how long ago, I said the last sentence.

12. Most people who can reflect on themselves are honest and modest.

13. Now all the broken, incomplete and regrettable things used to be brilliant, complete and happy.

14. All the exciting moments succeeded in making me depressed to death most of the time.

15. Every time I receive your tenderness, I will leave my mark. Suddenly, I remembered today, counted it, and found that I had been lit up by you into a very gentle star, flashing a faint light.

16. At this stage, I need the courage to cross the rubicon more than the wisdom to choose the best among the best.

17. A long-standing belief, like a building that has been built for many years, collapses instantly, but it can only be seen from a distance and there is nothing to do.

18. Look outside, the sleeves are filled with cool breeze, and there are crowds of laughter in my ears, and my heart flies over Qian Shan. Qianshan flew to his sweetheart for a while, and then flew back to get into what he was going to do.

19. Wash love with water. Put it on the chopping board and cut it carefully. Stir-fry in the pan and sprinkle with seasoning. Feed it warmly into your stomach.

20. I want to be spoiled, I want to be moved, I want to be sticky, and I want to go back to those days when I had many friends and my heart was light and sweet.

2 1. I wrote a lot about you, and the night is my newspaper.

22. In fact, no matter which number, the words you wrote touched the same person.

23. There are probably a few things, a few moments, that make you realize that you can no longer be unreserved. You must build a high wall and try to hide it until it is airtight.

24. You are the trace of greed in my life.

25. The road of peers has come to an end, and the rest is your own road.

? 26. I am going to get married, put on a white wedding dress, secretly look at my beloved behind the veil, walk across the carpet covered with petals and blessings, and give him my hand in the center of the white dome church to spend the rest of my life together.

27. In life, everything seems insignificant, and difficulties and setbacks are always without warning. But people have such a tenacious instinct that no matter how angry and powerless they are at that time, they can always survive.

28. The girl has rain on her collarbone. Trees, the witch rain of a mountain accumulates into a spring water surplus. I quietly crossed a green carp, and the carp jumped into the tenderness of the girl. The white bones became the clear outline of the girl, and the tail of the wing became the ankle of the girl, with a little green phosphorus and the milky way everywhere. The wind rises and shakes the world.

29. You pass by the light, sighing that there are so many dusty things in the world, and I am still running for my own light.

30. When you are happy, you will say that you like it very much, like the right weather, like the crisp birds, like the unknown wild flowers, like you, and like it very much. Later I learned that I like you not because I am happy, but because I like you.

3 1. Baiyun is so beautiful. I think they are a bit like your white shirts, clean. Well, I want to hug the clouds and jump into your arms.

32. Live a leisurely life, watch flowers bloom and fall, people come and go, don't want to pursue anything special, and are not forced by deadlines.

Breathing the smell of the earth outside the window, I was in a trance. As long as I was fast enough to let the air flow through my nose, I could recover every summer before I was thirteen.

See through all the sadness and say it.

1, it's snowing without an umbrella. Can I walk with you to Whitehead?

The river of time flows into the ocean, and finally our love comes to an end.

You are like a broken kite, which makes me unable to control your direction.

The man who was deeply patriotic now has a lover.

I like listening to sad songs, because it can replace my mood.

6. You never care whether I am happy or sad.

7. Actually, I have been standing behind you, but you don't know how to turn back.

8. Just watch my jokes and have the last laugh.

I don't know what I care about. Have you put it in your heart?

10, if my departure can fulfill your love, then I am willing to escape this kind of suffering alone.

1 1, the torn heartache burned those burning memories.

12, I haven't changed, but we can't go back to the past of love now.

13, the most painful love is that I am by your side, but you love someone else.

14, time blurs your face, but it can't drive away my love for you.

15, time has changed us a lot, but we can't change our previous love.

16, I still go to my old place of love every day. I only hope that one day you will come back here.

17, I know the promises are unrealistic, but I still keep them in my heart carefully.

18, Umbrella will date on, what about me? Who will I date?

19, now, everything has long been unrecognizable.

I can meet the whole world, but I will never see you again.

2 1, the ending without ending is the most painful tragedy.

22, pay so much, in exchange for indifference and indifference.

I really want to forget you, but your face always comes to my mind.

I am full of grievances, but I still refuse to let others say anything about you.

I spent my youth in unrequited love, but I can't be with you.

I want to give you the whole world, but I forget that what you need is not me.

27. You don't need too many criteria to choose a lover, just these three points: don't lie to me, don't hurt me, and stay with me.

28. Careless girls are not without quality, just don't want others to see that they are unhappy.

29. It is good to keep real every day, because there is no second today in our life.

30. The world is too dark, people are too dark, we are too fake, and love is too stupid.

3 1, yes, I think too much. You always say that, but you don't really love me.

Perhaps, like us, we don't want to grieve ourselves.

33. If loneliness becomes the sea, if time can talk, if you still miss him.

34. People say that you don't know how to cherish until you lose it. In fact, the loss after cherishing is more painful than anything else.

Nothing I can do can change your heart.

36. Everyone thought he would be an exception.

37. Losing is much more terrible than not getting it. Because he still has a process called possession.

38. Who will understand how much joy and sadness your story contains?

Do you think I am invulnerable? Do you think I am very strong? Do you think I won't get hurt?

Actually, I'm sad, but I'm too proud to tell you.

4 1, I don't expect anything, I just hope you will think of me occasionally.

I'm wasting time. I'm blurred. Now I am afraid of the future.

Can you leave my heart, my life and my dreams?

44. I asked you what's wrong, and I didn't want to hear you say nothing casually.

45. Do you want someone who urges you to go to bed on time or someone who is willing to stay up with you?

46. A sincere relationship can let people know a lot.

47. Sometimes a word from someone you care about is enough to break your heart.

48. The more you care, the more you feel hurt. Don't care too much about a person.

49. Stranger, can you give me some confidence and courage to make me so humble in front of you?

50. Sometimes don't care too much about your image. Maybe you are nothing to others.

Sadness in a bad mood: talk about 202 1: clear up your mood, and everything remains the same!

We are often trapped physically and mentally in a cage-like city. We want to struggle out, but we are always forced back by a wall called life. One day, my heart left my body and floated out alone. I thought there would be love and freedom after going out, but I didn't expect my heart to wander outside because there was no home, no sustenance and no turning back. It is like a kite with a broken thread, wandering aimlessly in the air.

On the other side of the dust, the picture is so clearly visible, but the bright flowers are coming to an end! How many sighs and regrets will eventually turn into melancholy between your eyebrows, which can't be brushed away and kept waving away. However, the memory embedded in my heart is so beautiful. Only, weak memory!

At first, we met in these fleeting years. The deep feeling of that moment seemed to shake before my eyes, but when I looked back, it had changed! This season's autumn can only hang in the dust alone. Even if you once warmed my arms, now there is only a lonely and delicate posture!

If you love, it's like seeing you for the first time. At this moment, Nong will not be locked in the boudoir, and neither will you. Where are the heartbroken people? Embroider mandarin ducks with one stitch and one stroke, spread out the embroidered handkerchief, read Chou-heung and wear plain yarn; Yun Qi, at first glance, the wind is naturally young and charming. Throughout his childhood, the wind is cool. How can he put the first frost on his pillow and cover Hua Rong? The wound of love, the robbery of the soul, and the evil spirit of love are stranded in whose eyes?

Walking on the road of life, how much fragrance there is, how much bonus there is, sighing all the way by the pillar, as delicate as flowers, edifying the desolation of a season. Walking around, but inadvertently, fell into the depths of the world of mortals. No matter how the vague dreams wander, I can't get out of that narrow world. I was empty for a long time, but I couldn't see the end of the story, until first frost was like a dream, and the dark marks flew by.

In the year of parting, it was autumn before the end of summer. The gray wind roared from the street to the end of the street, raising dust. My empty smile, flustered fake action, and silence are as dazzling. I looked at your back with tears in my eyes, and you were heartbroken. The whole street was blowing violently, and tears were blown apart on the empty street corner. The tenderness you gave, only to find that it had already rotted away.

Separation seems to be an eternal law, and no one can be with anyone forever and never be separated. Although I understand this truth, I still can't accept this reality on the day of parting. Sadness is not enough to describe the mood at that moment.

It is clearly a deep love, but it is necessary to separate. Obviously, I can't let go, but I still turn around and leave, leaving a place of sadness. Turning around is the end of the world, and even if we meet again, we can only become strangers. Even if I miss you again, I can only keep it in my heart.

The moonlight is hazy, and the melancholy mood floats into the distance! The past haunts me inadvertently. The memory of missing is getting wet! When I choked, I found that I couldn't say a word, tears had already slipped down my cheeks, and the bitter meaning had already been immersed in my heart. In a trance, it was just an old dream. Clean up your mood, everything is the same!

If I can, I hope to turn some experiences, some joys and sorrows into stories and the reality of human feelings. Maybe only words can explain it. Some things, only you have experienced, your heart will gradually become stronger; Some pasts can only be abandoned if they are slowly realized by themselves; In this society, too much is too complicated, and the complexity is the people's heart; In this city, too much unfamiliarity, strangeness is the past.

Perhaps, the beautiful past can only sleep in a dream, then turn into a wisp of incense, diffuse in the face of the whole season, and then drift away memories with the wind. Looking back, the journey I have traveled has faded away from the noise of the past, and I can't even see the coming pace. I was exiled in the wilderness by time and space. After years of looting, now I only have a farewell poem, a promise and a past.

Whose fingertips are flowing with faint sadness. During that time, that unforgettable love. At that moment, it was a deep attachment. Up to now, it's just a passing sight. Today, I like myself now, but looking back, I will still miss us in the past.

Walking slowly under the blue sky and white clouds. Seeing people around me smiling and full of joy, my life is full of twists and turns and disappointment. Perhaps the water drops left along the cheeks are sweat forced by the temperature of the sun. Affects the corners of the mouth, wants to laugh, but blurs the eyes.

When tears come down, I know that separation is another kind of understanding. Thank you for your rudeness, which made me learn to give up. Time is like a river, the left bank is an unforgettable memory, the right bank is a youthful time worth grasping, and the middle is a young and faint sadness. There are many beautiful things in the world, but not many really belong to you.

The heart is dead, the tears are dry, and the unbearable soul is also holding it. I woke up from my dream, but I didn't feel it. I couldn't shake the past like smoke. It is also virtual and real, and it is also a love-hate relationship. Fallen leaves return to their roots and flowers hurt the body. The only way is to look for it, cold and clear, miserable and miserable; Helpless, forbearing, forbearing; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Take the same street and return to two worlds.

The greatest act of unrequited love is realization. You don't love me, but I help you. A true secret love is a lifelong career, and I won't give up because he is far away from you. Without this feeling, don't fall in love easily. I fell in love with you quietly, but I only dare to keep this feeling in my heart, even as a friend, as long as you are happy. I don't ask you to understand my feelings in Qianshan.

Regret is the most memorable ending. Secret love is too tired. I pay silently for the person I like, even if there is no return, knowing that she loves others, but I still pay for her. I don't know the result of love, so that prediction, speculation, joy, joy, jealousy and sadness fill every second of my life. Unconsciously, I have become a poet.

A person walks through loneliness and loneliness, and then remembers and beautifies the sweetness and happiness that two people walked together. Missing, traumatized, and then the result. There is no loneliness and loneliness in love, that is after the end. After that, all the injuries and pains can only be healed by ourselves.

Who said: Some predestinations are like water in the palm of your hand. When you let go of your hands, nothing exists! Yes, even if the original appearance in memory is still clear, in the end, it only reflects a confused past. It's like sitting quietly at the two ends of time, watching the world of mortals come and go, in an endless stream, but only holding your own past and sadness, watching everything change and prosperity go away.

The past is gone, and the fleeting time is gone. When all the people and things are drifting away with the passage of time, I suddenly find that the original one is the last appearance. No matter how lightly we sigh, it's a pity that we can't go back to yesterday after all, but we can't go back to the past.

We are all ordinary fireworks in the daytime, standing in an inconspicuous corner, sometimes afraid of wet, sometimes afraid of fire, afraid that tears cover too many wounds, too many can not heal; I am also afraid that the spark will ignite the fuse of passion, and when it smokes, it will disappear into the galaxy in an instant; We are ordinary fireworks in the day, abandoned in the corner of the woodshed, and year after year, we have been singing fireworks songs alone in that corner.

Because we don't want to get hurt, we put on masks and weapons and try to hide our fragile side. However, no matter how strong a person is, there must be weaknesses in his heart, which will be broken at the touch and hurt at the touch. The more we hide, the more we will be exposed when we are discovered. The more we dare not face the pain, the more painful the stabbed wound is.

The evening breeze in September just blew through the branches, and the yellow leaves perched on the trees were scattered all over the floor. At the turning point of the season, I know that there will always be parting, no matter what kind of mood I use to hide it, some lonely memories, such as coming back in waves, laugh at your powerless stubbornness. Accustomed to a person's life, life began to be barren and the heart became overgrown with weeds. It is like a garden full of thorns that has not been cleaned.

Suddenly, like a night of autumn wind, the leaves fly away with the wind; Another example is the graceful demeanour, from now on frown; If we meet again in our lifetime, we will never go against the dust; Pinellia ternata, residual withered stems; Half autumn, rustling leaves; Half a year, stumbling; Years have weathered, and time still flows. Half a month, half a miss, suddenly became a stranger; You see, a city is a city. People are people, just that graceful and restrained, that heart lock that can't be opened, and this autumn's coldness.

I always like to quietly comb my messy thoughts and read the past like water in the dead of night. Those shallow times, those blooming flowers, a touch of tenderness, a little acacia, exiled themselves to the world of mortals. Writing, flowers bloom, ink drops, and it becomes a ruin.

I heard that love is back! What a beautiful word of comfort. In fact, no matter how deep love is, it is limited! Lovers in the rain, when will your rational thinking be particularly clear? Decadence is crimson burn marks, yellow fingers and a silent heart.

The river is blurred and turning yellow. And this afternoon, I just want to put a few sets of scattered sentences in my half country to see happiness. I should know that when it's all over, if I want to salvage a few purples from my memory, I must borrow your breath to save my fleeing soul.

At this moment, I found my inner exhaustion. Everyone is an island in a sea of people. When flowers bloom, forget the past. Flowers bloom and fall, just like a grand performance. In fact, I am lonely, although the person I love is close at hand, although my life seems perfect. I tried to tear off other people's masks, but I forgot to look at myself. On my face, I can't tell which is real and which is the mask left by the bustling world.

In the process of growing up, we inevitably experience ups and downs, just like rain or shine, just like the ebb and flow of the tide. Streamer never takes care of people lovingly, but we should learn to tolerate its indifference. People's lives are never absolutely stable. Many people think that guarding an old house, planting flowers and plants, and ordinary birth, from beauty to white hair, is peace. While wandering around with their bags on their backs, the ferrymen on the earth are banishing the world and leaving it behind.

Leng Yue floating shadow, full of breeze, stirred up a faint past, stirred up a deep feeling, rolled up a wisp of melancholy; In my spare time, I can't help looking at it from a distance, which is also a kind of concern. I walked in the microwave of the sunset. The faint words are the sad wind, and the warmth and bitterness of falling have caused my confused mood. Time flies, dreams are shattered into smoke, and Yi Xuan fondles the shadow of time, shedding tears and expressing his heart.

Clear autumn is peaceful, and sometimes I can't help sighing. Is the world of mortals playing tricks on themselves, or have they failed the world of mortals? Hidden in the depths of misty rain, who sings softly in time: flying flowers are as light as dreams, the rain is as thin as sorrow, and lonely songs echo in misty rain. I admire the graceful figure of Shengshan, just as I whisper for you at the meeting.

On the world of mortals, pick up the poetic heart of words, listen to the whispers of years, write down past feelings between the lines, embrace a kind heart, follow the tireless pace of life, write plain poems into life, and bounce up poems flying at your fingertips. I believe someone will understand, understand my loneliness on a cold night, and understand the faint sadness in my words.

In the fleeting story, some dreams wake up when they are doing it; Some feelings, love and love will fade; Some people get lost. A road, deep and shallow; A heart is tired when it comes and goes. Is it possible to wait until the years pass and all the unforgettable memories can be laughed off?

If meeting is doomed to be missed, how can I remember your appearance in a hurry to comfort your loneliness after you leave? If the endings of all stories can be changed by years, how can I copy the past into a full bloom with sincere attachment and let those thoughts about you linger in my soul for a lifetime?

It's a pity to miss the sad talk, miss him and wish everything well.

I have you in my heart, and I don't know if there is any place for me in your heart.

It's good to have someone who cares about you, as long as there is one person in your heart, that's enough.

It's a pity that you didn't go to Jane's side. There is someone who cares about you.

People you care about are thinking about you, so please cherish them.

I feel so happy knowing that you are thinking of me in the distance.

I also want someone to remember. It's really good that someone remembers. Where are the people who remember me?

Some people really don't understand the pain of love and being loved. Still pretending, in fact, I feel so sad to see your efforts.

Thinking about her (him) hard, and thinking about yourself often is also a kind of happiness!

When you speak fast, you slow down. When you speak fast, you can't hear clearly, and the words behind you will pass.

Miss him, I can only miss him silently. I wish everything well.

I miss him too. I wonder if he will think of me occasionally?

Maybe I really should let go, maybe it's really not suitable for being together.

People who have loved deeply have been thinking about it all their lives, and they can't forget it if they want to.

I think of someone all the time, and I don't know if anyone has thought of me!

Even if you don't know anything, I will still miss you!

It's nice to have someone who cares about me, but now I can't feel his care and warmth. Just last night, he suddenly told me to leave for a while. Maybe this is a lie to comfort me.

In my heart, I will never forget a person. I wonder if he still has me in his heart.

No one has ever cared about me, but I care about others. The one who cares about her doesn't care at all.

Even if I am a grass, although I am ordinary, I still want to live beautifully. Although I can't bear fruit, I won't waste my life with you, no regrets!

It is better to be content than to compare with others.

Be yourself, be positive, optimistic, love what I love and live my life well.

I have done everything I should! Even if there is no result, I have no regrets! Leave regrets to the afterlife.

There are ways accompanied by green grass and gorgeous ways accompanied by flowers. Man, it is good to live truly!

Don't be too high-profile, don't look down on others, not everyone is a good friend, some people might as well be plain and feel at ease. Be like grass, silently guard yourself.

Sad talk about the ancient style: the heart belongs, but sad into the sea.

First, if you don't understand my silence, how can you understand my sadness?

Second, it was a quiet year, and how many beauties the hero lost. There is no new chapter in the past, so it is difficult to stay in the old garden.

Third, it may be a marriage in a previous life, or it may be a fate in the next life. Meeting in this life will only increase useless resentment.

Fourth, let nature take its course, mountains and rivers will no longer.

Fifth, you can't wear it. The time is wrong. As gloomy as the years. This month's night. In the dream, hibiscus blooms. A wounded song. Eventually fell. Only desolation is left.

Sixth, heartlessness and nostalgia! It is futile to pour out your love and righteousness, but when Iraqis are here, my heart is happy! If you leave, you are full of nostalgia.

Seven, wait for all the flowers to bloom and fall, and be alone with you.

8. I always wonder whether my memory lives at the end of the strip and whether my ring dies at the end of the strip.

I'm nine years old, but I look home, and the twilight is getting darker? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.

Ten, the pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

1 1. Did anyone collect the passing scenery for you?

Twelve, the heart is slightly moving, but the love is far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, everything is wrong, and the past cannot be traced.

Thirteen, I asked myself, what could be better than going home? .

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

Fifteen, looking across the moon, only envy Yuanyang not envy fairy.

Sixteen, 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?

Seventeen, if we meet again in this life, even if we are lost for a thousand years, we are all willing.

Eighteen, I am on the other side of the river, watching the return, and there is no hope of returning.

Nineteen, in the sudden moonlight, I sang a long acacia, and the book looked like a piece of paper. I wish I were as bright as the stars and the moon every night.

Twenty, shake off a shoulder of the past dust, quietly lock people to spend two pictures of heartache, and turn their brows a thousand times. At this moment, it is also accompanied by an eternal sad song.

Twenty-one, the fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to cry. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.

I hope I don't have time to look back and spend the rest of my life with affection.

Twenty-three, the world of mortals is gradually falling, fireworks are easy to disperse, and the situation is difficult to continue. Alas, alas!

Twenty-four, cold, cold, old, vicissitudes.

Twenty-five, you love half the sky and half the color, and I love being half drunk.

I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, singing prosperity and singing away all my memories.

Twenty-seven, drifting away, I am still guarding you on the other side.

Twenty-eight, the heart belongs, but sorrow becomes the sea.

Twenty-nine, looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.

Thirty black birds flitted across the sky. I am standing in the city. Look at the time of burning to ashes. Make noise.

Thirty-one, the feelings of the past are brewed into wine for you, and you will lead a drunken life and stop worrying.

Thirty-two, an inch of acacia, an inch of ash, who brings the fleeting time, chaos floating.

Thirty-three, always hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, singing prosperity and singing all the memories.

34. The Miao man stuck between her tongues wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country.

35. I'd rather we didn't care about each other. I hope we never forget each other.

Thirty-six, when an actor enters a painting, life is far away. The actor takes off his makeup and the song is over.

Thirty-seven, sadness flows, but can't hide the mottled years.

38. A kind of forbearance is actually a kind of strength, and a kind of silence is actually a shocking confession.

Thirty-nine, just because I think you look back, I miss your morning and evening.

Forty, trance, wandering. I think of the flood in Fengtian, the rainy season and the slightly cold early autumn.

Forty-one, the long strip, countless fireworks, you look back with lanterns, pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

Forty-two, still water depth, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

Forty-three, a piece of cool thin, with words that I have been embarrassed for half my life; A piece of paper vicissitudes, the book I am lonely; A piece of paper is light yellow; Remember the wind and frost in my life.

Forty-four, let him know everything and smile at you.

Forty-five, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, and night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

Forty-six or even seven oceans will dry up. Even Wan Li will fall apart. In this world, all kinds of places where you will go come and go like the tide.

47. May you die of a broken heart many years later and miss me.

48. the Lord of the kingdom is very hard on us? People who have affairs are not our kind. You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.

Forty-nine, always born in a casual year, look back at the other side, even if you find the situation for a long time.

Fifty, since ancient times, infatuated people have been hurt by love, and love has finally become a shackle that binds life forward.

51. There used to be tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.

Fifty-two times, looking back on last night, how many laughs, hundreds of millions of people chasing the old year, and now, personnel have already flown away.

Fifty-three, I haven't left yet, and I am lying on a high pillow; The most painful thing is exams and exams. I felt a lot of pressure at that time. In retrospect, it was so grand.

54. I am not me. I was not in Suzhou when you turned and walked away.

Fifty-five, the wind is like water, and the eyes are like the moon. Lonely scenery, fresh in my memory. Looking back suddenly, the moon shadow is playing with love and looking at what's on her mind now. Talking and laughing, a little calm, it is difficult to hide a broken heart.

Fifty-six, flowers bloom and fall, flowers are late and early, flowers are like smoke, and beauty is old.

57. When Long song was crying, for those promises that could not be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, she finally dispersed into clouds.

Fifty-eight, who finally made the string break, the flower fell off the shoulder and blurred.

Fifty-nine, elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Sixty, a flower, a world, a leaf, a sigh, a person's life.

Sixty-one, frozen tears, like falling meteors, shattered who's thoughts. Between reincarnation, the dust of the past has been annihilated.

Sixty-two, spring water is born, spring forest is in full bloom, and the spring breeze is ten miles, not as good as you.

Sixty-three, with my Chang 'an, I broke into your Jiangnan, and I spent half my life confusing you.

Sixty-four, people who don't kick down the ladder simply drink alone for a long time.

Sixty-five, youth, get their hands on fleeting time, fleeting time, broken face.

Sixty-six, gloomy thoughts scattered into songs, singing those past clouds lightly, lingering into thin sadness, wandering in the ferry of the fleeting time, floating endless silence.

Sixty-seven, the long summer has passed. In early autumn, Shan Ye quietly set foot.

Sixty-eight, if I wash all the lead for you, will you allow me to settle down?

Sixty-nine, beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is difficult to pay. Ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, don't cut acacia, can't bear to care!

Seventy, I've been waiting all my life, but I can't get your instant gaze.

Seventy-one, drink a cup of drunk, drink a snow, and be at a loss for another year.

Seventy-two, the flowers have fallen, the flowers have fallen. Flowers have no leaves, and leaves don't open.

73. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.

The dream of seventy-four or five thousand years is endless. When I dream back to the Tang Dynasty, I can see the poems left behind … Wan Li has no feelings, a chord that Long song can hear …

Seventy-five, running water does not know the meaning of falling flowers, how can falling flowers know that running water is ruthless.

76. It's better to meet once than never.