A famous sentence of seeing each other late.

1, if it weren't for the spring scenery we saw in those days.

How do you know what cold is like?

If it wasn't for a short period of drunkenness.

How do you know that sobriety is long?

If it weren't for turning around, the lights would be dim

How can you blame the bleak night?

If you don't pass by in an instant,

How can you understand the melancholy of half-life?

See your shirt full of tears.

Never forget without thinking.

Happiness makes us learn to be sad.

The desolation behind the scenery

If every dream has to be

Why do you have to be turbulent for whom?

If it weren't for a moment of crazy love

How can I get tired of the dull past?

If it weren't for the courage of a moment's commitment

How can you understand the vast future?

See your shirt full of tears.

Never forget without thinking.

I can't wait for you for 30 thousand games

Why did you leave so many lunatics behind?

If everyone is like this,

Who can not complain about parting-Xiao Queer

2. If it weren't for the spring scenery we saw that year.

How do you know what cold is like?

If it wasn't for a short period of drunkenness.

How do you know that sobriety is long?

If it weren't for turning around, the lights would be dim

How can you blame the bleak night?

If you don't pass by in an instant,

How can we understand the melancholy of half life-little sparrow?

3, Kanyu is our Han children and only born this way. Burial is to use things to resist the sky, but to use things to resist the wind. This is the first time to disperse, but the sound is mainly based on stopping, and the purpose is to resist the Tao with things, which is also called "the wind is strong and real". -night Xiang is not first-class.

4, plum blossom snow, pear flower after the New Year, the heart is acacia. Zhang Huiyan.

5. See each other full of tears

Unforgettable without thinking-little sparrow

6. The ancients said that "life is like a long journey between heaven and earth" and "floating life is like a dream, for joy geometry". It can be seen that the world is always gathering less and leaving more, and it cannot be forced. -Not the sky and the night.

7. On a lonely night, the lights are flickering.

He walked across the corridor with Duan Ling in his arms, with a penumbra and a light, and the reeds flying all the way behind him.

On both sides of the corridor, the girl's unbridled laughter came from the warm room, mixed with the rustling of heavy snow and the sound of singing, and the world gradually warmed up and there was light.

From cold winter to warm spring, from night to day.

Heaven and earth are the inverse journey of everything, and time is a passer-by for hundreds of generations. -Not the sky and the night.

8. Outside the long street separated by a wall, Li Xianghong finally closed his eyes, and the starlight in his eyes slowly disappeared. He lay quietly in the milky way reflected in the puddle, just like lying in the brilliant silver river, with his mouth slightly pursed, just like a gentle smile when he saw his beloved son in life on weekdays.

On the seventh day of July, Tiansun tapestry covered the galaxy with his majestic male body. On the seventh day of July, thin clouds are smart, flying stars spread grievances, silver and Chinese are all black, and the golden wind and jade dew meet, winning countless people. On July 7th, Chen Wudi Li Xianhong passed away. -Not the sky and the night.

9. "I never ask others what I want to do." Duan Ling replied: "But he is not others."

"He is alone, which is more important than the people under the sun?" Yelv Zongzhen asked.

"Do you want to know?" Duan Ling said with a smile, "I'd better not know, or everyone in the world will scold me." -Not the sky and the night.

10, "My son ... My son ..." Li Xianghong's lips trembled slightly.

The sound seemed to bring him back to life, injecting a powerful force into his dying body, breaking through the rolling dark clouds in the night sky and revealing brilliant stars on a clear night.

A galaxy streaks across the sky, and in the scarred Shangjing, this splendid star dome is reflected in hundreds of billions of puddles at the same time. -Not the sky and the night.

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12. In my sleep, the valley that came with this sidewalk, like a painting in a shadow play, swept away from the teacher on the curtain.

Snow is as heavy as goose feathers, mountains are as green as ink, and white propaganda is sprinkled on them, but they are all here, but they are different from the teacher's departure.

13, the seventh day of July.

From south to north, from mountains to plains, from rivers to lakes and seas, from the past to the future.

As if Tiansun's hand shook gently under the clear night sky, Wan Li Xingsha tended to be human.

Like a hazy and magnificent dream, countless people weave joys and sorrows, and lead a drunken life.

On the seventh day of July, the stars returned to their swords last night, and the year before last was full of romance. -Not the sky and the night.