Some ancient classic poems or some beautiful love words about love.

1 Buried a city and put out all the lights.

Your sunset, my face, whose third year.

The dancing of the pen tip is the strongest touch of brilliant red in the spotlight.

I watched the sunset at the seaside and snuggled up on a pillow, but I couldn't swim out of memories, but I couldn't learn to let go and walk.

Burn a mirage with matches and let yourself escape from the heavy rain.

6 hide in the doomed street and walk through the water under the bridge with a smile.

7 whose scenery and heart passed by the city injured under the eyelashes.

In the light silence, you opened a shopping shop and waited for the forgotten cape skylight.

16 who are you? A teenager who misses your pen tip turns into a song on the desolate road of the city.

18 Who has a scarlet mole in the corner of his eye to complete your prosperous life, and whose mountains and rivers have given you ground-breaking empty joy.

19 Love song in the next life, leave the words for you to fill in, depending on who you are.

The dazzling array of things in the window is full of life.

A player is picturesque, and he lives all over the world.

In whose era and in whose world.

What we are guarding is a disaster that is hastily refuted, and an illusion that can't be beaten in a lifetime.

Step by step no return, first frost face.

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

47 nights are cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is exhausted, and the song is euphemistic.

Complex experience carved deep lines in my eyes, and I turned to carve a flower.

53. In those years, with the curtain call of prosperity and unwillingness, an eternal flower opened.

I'll pawn in my next life, and I'll come to blood out with you in my next life.

Just for him to give up his ideal city and go to an unknown dawn of life and death.

6 1 I want to see a grand fashion autumn, and I will keep making a wish until things change rapidly and I am close to your smiling face.

62. The missed years have blossomed in the desert in the north, but they are barren in the spring and summer of reincarnation.

Some people say that memory is a bridge, but it leads to a lonely prison.

I have gone through all my sorrows, and the saddest thing is that you didn't come to the end. I have gone through all despair, and the most desperate thing is that you are still at the starting point.

Who travels around the world without a box of masks these days?

When I woke up from my dream, I only saw the pushed book, the pillow I was holding alone, the heartbreaking poem and the lonely lamp.

Who plucked the strings of missing, who guarded the sadness and cried alone.

The months are not long, flowers are easy to fall, and life is full of melancholy.

Keep an empty city and wait for an old man.

The past page, if you can't turn it, don't turn it. If you turn over the dust, you will lose your eyes.

Whose loneliness covers my clothes. Whose dress is this? Cover my shoulders.

Memory is a bridge, but it is a prison leading to loneliness.

Burn a mirage with matches and let yourself escape from the heavy rain.

Whoever has a scarlet tear mole in the corner of his eye has completed your prosperous life, and who has been given a rock-breaking empty joy by you.

Who lost at the end of that summer? Memory is like a thread, whoever trips over it.

Our love has become a fiction, and the memory of the past is only a mirage.

Broken promises were pieced together yesterday.

Look at this half-life regret. In the end, it was just a wonderful performance, a few songs, joys and sorrows.

Whoever wears makeup without makeup, who wears clothes, will only make people drunk.

—— a silhouette of a floating life, a stroke, and a thousand words.

-the years of taking pictures, bit by bit, outline the true feelings like water.

Every stitch of embroidery can see someone hurting you.

You can see that peony has been waiting for you all your life.

The wind blows like a flower, and you are the most beautiful ornament.

The breeze and the bright moon are accompanied, and the beauty is holding hands.

Wherever you go, your heart will never change.

In the past, Cang Xue flew in the sky and slept alone in the dust.

What past lives is and what she looks like will change forever.

Qiong Yu broke the wall and met in the old year.

Waterscape Yue Hua Ming topic, year after year.

See you around the world year after year.

How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment.

School uniform, skirt, I can't see you staying in the sea.

Corridor, windowsill, you still don't change.

Did you ever know that you are the master of my melody?

The sunshine under the sunflower in the afternoon is still serene. I hope you and I are well.

That yellow old photo is a warning to who will be worse than before.

I miss the wishes you made in those years.

Only your smiling face hasn't changed before I forget it.

Who are you, the rose in your arms, and who is smiling in your eyebrows?

Now we finally understand that the ending cannot be changed.

You said that there are still vows that have not been fulfilled. How can they be stranded?

Things such as eternity turn into clouds;

If you stay in the sea for a long time, it will change.

Get drunk with you for 3 thousand games, and don't complain about leaving the war.

Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter.

The breeze blew through the hair tips, leaving many beautiful things behind.

Only parting is true forever.

Your tears, stored in my collection cabinet, are as precious as ever.

Sansheng was lucky enough to fall in love with you for a lifetime.

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes.

If one day you don't love me, death is a good thing.

People say that the place where the sun sets is the horizon. I try to look at the horizon, but I can't see my home.

Take my hand and walk with your eyes closed, so you won't get lost.

The campus in July is sad, because it is full of feelings of parting.

I want to send you a sunny skirt. Your skirt will shine for me this summer.

Who painted Love Between Life and Death? In the end, I can only keep the same face, the world of mortals. A defense is a thousand years.

Strong cities and villages have gentle ones. Love, paste the heart, not Lin Daiyu, will not be sentimental because of sadness.

I have been crying all winter, looking at the smiling face in front of you. Turn a circle, can't find the lost promise.

My eyes are frozen, my hands are instantly cold, my lips can't smell your face, and my feet are only one inch away from you.

The dark night, please take away my paranoid thoughts.

Next life, be a sunflower, in the palm of the sun.

We agreed not to look back, but we clung to it when we left.

Beautiful youth left a sad love.

Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this life, and the soul of endless sadness.

I was brave for too long and decided to live only for you.

Time didn't wait for me, but you forgot to take me away. I have a firefly in my left hand and a ten-year meditation in my right hand.

Life is a lotus with 1000 petals. Since I refuse to bloom, I also refuse to wither and wither at the same time.

Life is like a vulgar French literary film, with no climax, no eroticism and no subtitles.

It's good to have you by my side instead of going to the ends of the earth.

When I am with you, even the air is sweet.

The night is particularly long, and when it encounters ripples, memories touch the lonely heart.

Gradually take away the silence, and finally only the withered wreckage is left, drifting alone.

I can't quit tenderness and give happiness.

The color of bleeding is really beautiful. It's so beautiful that I can't help but tear my heart out.

There is nothing wrong. You just don't fit in.

Those wanton little tenderness, who once said that they would go to the end together, remain the same.

No one can learn the love you gave me. No one can replace the pain you gave me.

Suffering from loneliness, I can't wait for anyone to save me, thinking that everything is voluntary.

Honey. It turns out that "memory" just can't go back.

Time is the best therapist.

I have exhausted my enthusiasm and lost myself, and there is a trace of sweetness in my pain. It turns out that this is just a miracle.

It turns out that the so-called cruelty can't see scars. The original insistence on integrity is to let people empty their souls.

The memory that has been shaken off knocks on the door of memory again.

Love makes people forget time, and time also makes people forget love.

The first encounter, like a spreading plague, made me irresistible, and now I'm still here.

We were too young before BC and too old after AD.

Those words said to the tree are embedded in the tree rings, and with the passage of time, they grow into towering memories bit by bit.

True happiness comes from wholeheartedly pursuing our goals.

The sunshine is warm and the years are quiet. How can I get old before you come?

At this beautiful moment, I shine like God.

The secret of happiness is freedom and the secret of freedom is courage.

Happiness is waiting for time to complete, but I prefer to believe that in a minute, happiness is also experiencing bit by bit. I am experiencing: happiness at the moment!

Fortunately, love is not everything. Fortunately, nothing is love.

It was a prosperous time, and we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.

If a word contains "forever", is it a lie or an unfinished oath?

The last time I saw it was for a moment in Sangtian. No one knows how to turn it upside down.

Sometimes, I suddenly miss a city, the sunny city there, Tomb-Sweeping Day in Yue Hui, the vine-covered city walls and people who can't see the end.

You always leave, and you always come back.

Looking at things and thinking about people in the second half is always a matter.

I can't get rid of the shadow, it's my light.

The clown's world is always split in two.

Half sunshine, half shadow,

Half happy and half sad.

Who can afford time and hugs? Always give and never give up. A cigarette, an elevator on the field, a pillow in a dream.

In fact, fireworks will be gorgeous for a long time. If it didn't choose to kiss the air at first, the air took away all its temperature and turned her into dust.

We should all be as close to the light as possible to keep our hearts warm.

Who is a passer-by and who is the only one in his life is all because of some things.

I am waiting for someone who can be my eternal life.

Those quiet and brilliant deposits will undoubtedly be all our sunshine.

It is because of the ordinary that it exudes a beautiful and warm touch, embedded in the rings of life and surrounded by our hard youth.

There are too many people who care, and they lose the meaning of cherishing.

If you are well, it will be sunny. If I leave, there will be no future.

If the sea can, please listen to my call.

In this windless summer, all the stories have an ending.

Any moment is irreplaceable forever. Things have changed.

I believe that every kind child has a warm heart. Inadvertently, a small move rendered a warm goose yellow.

Remember what should be remembered and forget what should be forgotten. Change what can be changed and accept what cannot be changed.

I collected them all by myself, hoping to adopt them ~