1 1 month is beautiful, good night, positive energy.

Lead: The following are my collected 1 1 good night words, please read for reference!

Aesthetic good night:

In my memory, those scenery are no longer the original beauty; Perhaps, after a long time, the taste has faded, and even the scenery has changed its original fragrance; Many things have never been remembered, but they can always be remembered in my heart. Such wind, rain and sunshine will arouse many memories.

The night is cold, the lights are dim, the ambiguity disappears and the song is euphemistic. In those years of prosperity and reluctance to take a curtain call, an eternal flower bloomed. Complex experience carved deep lines in the corner of my eyes, so I turned to carve a flower. Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

If you can really take Wan Li Road, why miss it for thousands of years? It's better to look at your moment. It is still cold in the light and shadow, and it is still cold in the water. In the dream, the silk and bamboo whisper to the mountains outside the building, and the outsiders and the mountains do not return to the geese. Looking back too early, the Sichuanese who forgot to play the piano were in tears.

Time flies like water, floating all the joys and sorrows in the world, and in a blink of an eye, it disappears. Looking back, there is only the desolation of the bubble bone. However, the clear tears of a thousand years ago are still lingering in the eyes, Ying Ying is about to drop, and the floating life is lonely. What is our original sin? Life is when a flower is in full bloom! Sleep for a thousand years, one day is greedy. Time flies like a blink of an eye.

No matter how hard you hurry, there is always something in life that you can't catch up with. Enjoy this moment! There is always some predestination, because a moment of willfulness slips through your fingers; Some feelings, because of a temporary impulse, regret for a lifetime; Some people turn all their lives. Many feelings of alienation and apathy are rooted in the difference of thoughts; Many thanks are ashamed to express, buried deep in my heart and become lifelong regrets. Who knows, the fate of this life, how many times after the affectionate look back?

The sentence of aesthetic archaism is 1. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. 2, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. 3, how many beauties have been lost, how many pieces of acacia have been broken, and only the blood-stained ink is crying. 4. Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. 5. Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly over the sea. 6, a few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, my life is not up to me.

Miao Man, stuck between her tongues, wanted to dance for you and finally fell in love with this country. Who are you, the pen-tip boy who misses you so much, turned into a song on the desolate road of the city. 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.

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is surprised. It is embarrassing when acacia will meet. When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I would have been a stranger.

Peach blossom is lonely, because it grows for those who are moved by love; Bloom for the injured. Phoenix, who once played here, left without permission and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried. Once the world is completely silent, I don't know whether I am sad or hurt.

If you can really do Wan Li Road. That's why I miss you so much. Even if it's romantic for a thousand years, it's Li Jiangshan. Not as good as the moment I looked at you. Who will really watch the end of the world with whom, a white-haired beauty or a wonderful flower in the sea? How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.

Listen to the whispers of time and stare at the fleeting scenery. In the lonely season, love and warmth have always accompanied me and stayed in my heart. Years have no regrets, true feelings are persistent, and you know how to care. Cut a seasonal cloud, cut a few meters of warm sunshine, and carve beautiful thoughts and inner feelings in a poem? The breeze is blowing on my face, my hair is flying and my smile is blushing? It turns out that you are the most beautiful and unique scenery in life!

Sometimes it takes real displacement to feel the difficulty and hardship of life, which is a kind of peace that grows up gradually. Send the heart of a lotus flower into the fleeting time and turn it into an orchid silently, like water like a fairy; I just want to twist a poem, write a book with pictures, drink a big glass of love, sing a song and do it; Quietly guarding an Enron, light ink, silent love, silent love.

I am most willing to forget Qian Qian's ten thousand false names and seek leisure all my life. How many years can a guest in the dust have? I am most willing to send those ten thousand kinds of customs to Jiangyue from afar. * * * Look at the long flowing water and send the fleeting time. Even though it has been a romantic Millennium, the mountains and rivers in Wan Li are not as good as the moment I saw you.

Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing. Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them. 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.

Stand outside the world of mortals, enjoy the bustling place, lean against the window of time and meet a warmth. With joy and smiling, it blooms in Yuan Ye in spring. A word from the heart, a touch of tenderness, blooms in the shallow and fleeting years. Listen quietly, listen to the heart sound, and keep that cool warmth alone. Silent feelings, that faint fragrance, have become the source of tenderness. Feel every tremor in the twilight. Love is fleeting, true feelings are infinite, and you know it!

We met at the fingertips of the country. Through time, through all the glitz. All the smiles in the past are not for sadness, and the past is like a cloud. We, the country that blooms at the fingertips. Bypass the winding road, find it and gently hold a touch of spring scenery. Leave a faint fragrance for you, which is a lifetime wait. After burning incense and praying in the middle of the year, I will face the rivers and lakes once every two years. Only by absorbing the warmth of three inches of sunshine, flowers cherish each other, flowers stay with each other, and flowers know each other!

That year was quiet and beautiful, and I looked through a stream of autumn water. However, the winter snow withered, and I was lonely and snuggled up all my life. Years washed my heart, and I became a stranger's reincarnation. The flowers on the other side have fallen, and the most important thing is to miss each other. I've been alone for thousands of years, and my heart is hard to get drunk. Hugh said that when you feel palpitations, you can't escape, but at first sight, you promised each other. Hugh said that you loved each other until the end, and it was replaced by that goodbye, and we lost each other!

Quiet, not on the mountain but on the ground. If the heart wants nothing, peace will come. Look down on romance, how much floating dust is clouds. All encounters, joys and sorrows are determined by the heart. If you can see through and let go, everything will be like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water. Although pleasing to the eye, it is not eternal.

There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again. Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on the shoulder, lost in a trance, how many beauties were worn out, how many pieces of acacia were broken, and only the blood-stained ink was crying. I am young, and I am young. Let him know everything and smile for you.

Who touches my face and soothes my half-life sorrow? Who, with my heart, melted my half-life frost; Who is it, holding my shoulder and driving me to be silent all my life; Who, call my heart and cover my life; Who can understand me and let me have no regrets in this life? Who can help my arm, unparalleled through the ages; Who can pour my heart, an inch of land is empty; Who can finish reading it and accompany me for a lifetime!

Who will really watch the end of the world with whom, a white-haired beauty or a wonderful flower in the sea? If you can really go to Wan Li Road, why miss you thousands of miles away. Even though it has been a romantic Millennium, the mountains and rivers in Wan Li are not as good as the moment I saw you. The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.

People live in white clouds, the moonlight shines and the world of mortals is like a dream. How to wash away the lonely heart in the world? Listen, is it intoxicating or intoxicating? Look back. No, please look back. It's not because the song is not sensational, it's just that it's not sensational.

The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me. Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing. Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them. When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy. The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and you are everywhere. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.

Who is it that drinks the bright moon alone? Who can smile and put out the lights on the balcony? The mountain has blossomed, but you are a mountain monster? I don't want to be with you, I just want to be with you all the time. Qing Huan * * *, Zi Mo meets the world of mortals; Looking at the sky, the eyes are bustling and understandable.

Woke up and realized that the dream was empty. It turns out that it is also a kind of pain to watch the residual flowers wither. Who buried the promise of a lifetime in front of your grave? Whose love of life and death is painted in the world of mortals? In the end, I can only keep the same face for a thousand years. Burning elegance, just for your waiting.

Some things, I can't do the best, but I have to go away; Some people can't wait for the opportunity and have to leave; Some feelings, the lover is unknown and fruitless, so we have to give up. Those who can't live can only be abandoned; If you can't expect it, you can only give up; If you can't stay, you can only terminate. Life is like this, it is not easy to choose and it is difficult to give up. The bitterness of life lies in choosing, and the difficulty of life lies in giving up. Life, in the final analysis, is to choose and give up.

Whose face will be remembered for life, as beautiful as a flower and as fleeting as water! But life is like the first time. Burning incense in my last life, but I passed you by and missed the passion of my life. Looking for you from now on, sleepless! In this world, you are stubborn and your face reappears, but it is not what it used to be. In a trance, whoever takes the floating life is chaotic.

Time, with a shallow cantata, wiped away all the melancholy. Reaching out and holding that touch of warm temperature in the palm of your hand is a kind of precipitation harvest and shine. Looking back, perhaps, that time was quiet and beautiful, we lived in peace with each other and left a warmth in our hearts, so it was ok.

Those soft tunes of Wu Nong have been sung on the other side for many years. In fact, the story in the middle is nothing more than beautiful women, talented people, joys and sorrows, but the listener enjoys singing all the time. A scholar in white, an affectionate beauty, might as well steal the plot of an old play and write a story of lovesickness.

It's windy and cold at night, and Iraqis are worried. It's a long way. Where are you going? My concubine is in my hometown. Revlon is thick and ink is about to drip, and the window of Zhu is thin. Dreams, dreams, candles, insects and heartbreak. The moon is unforgettable, and who will hurt me if I miss you? Spring has come and gone, and Iraqis paint red makeup on the mirror. Red makeup is short and long, and the sound of winding weft is still young at night. Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh. Looking at the fence with a rolling bead curtain, it's hard to see Gao Xuan Sauvignon Blanc. The wind is blowing, I will play the piano, I hope you will come, and the rouge will smell sweet.

Life is like a dream, and years are like water. A turning point is a story of time. Looking back is a landscape. Walking through the world of mortals is only the most beautiful and indifferent, but it is the most plain and true. On the road of life, with a wisp of breeze free and easy, with a piece of flowing water elegant, indifferent to move forward, let the soul bathe in the sun, smell the flowers, feel the poetry of life, the left hand knows, the right hand is happy, and laugh all the way to Brother Lu.

The light summer is as bright as ever. Make a pot of tea and hold a book, and the music in your ear is soothing and beautiful. Love, whether hidden in wild roses or in a drift bottle, can't compete with the coolness of time after all. Those most beautiful times are all related to the inner feelings, sincerely accepting the baptism of the sun, simply loving and getting happiness in the twilight. Quiet eyes, calm heart, just be a person who controls the sunshine.

Only he is like her heart in this world, and she is like his heart. I can't help but feel deeply but it's simple. Give me 3,000 pen and ink to paint you beautiful. Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

Spring has come again and people have left. The wind and smoke have gone, and the setting sun is late. Cherry blossoms are in full bloom and scattered in an instant. In the death of light, the young man fell down. Flying catkins, ugly. The road is long and the dream is broken. When crossing the other side of Sichuan, I can't forget people's sighs. The moonlight in the ancient well is full of thoughts. Cherry petals fly by, the wind is bitter and the water is cold. The wound is black and the hairspring is out of order.

A flower is in full bloom and a stream is singing. I like to give everyone a quiet, beautiful and refreshing spirit and write down the lush past that is drifting away. There are always some unforgettable warmth in the years, and there are always some touching fragments in life. The scenery along the way, shallow or deep, and the fate of gathering and parting, have become a quiet and durable poem with the silence of time.

Memories make people smile, and smiles make people intoxicated, especially in colorful flowers, the lightness of collecting wind, the dancing of clouds, the freedom of birds and the coolness of water. Let such feelings wander in the body and in the blood vessels. A kind of happiness is self-evident, a kind of happiness ripples in my heart, a kind of enthusiasm comes uninvited, and a kind of warmth doesn't have to wait.

Fall in love with autumn, fall in love with the tranquility and clarity in your eyes, and drift with a touch of idleness; I miss you watching the sunset silence, I miss you with mottled flowers and shadows, waiting for you to listen to autumn water songs; Desire is shyness raised on the face, lovesickness is loneliness lost on the lips, and expectation is anxiety hidden in the heart; Thousands of miles away, separated by a screen, love and hate are intertwined, and it is difficult to sue for cause and effect. Don't ask who the flowers bloom for and who they fall for. One petal knows the other petal is wrong, and the writing is speechless.

The world is infinite and time is limited, so why rush? Life is dull, short and long, but it is hard to gain and lose. Look at the golden valley in autumn wind, Wujiang River in jathyapple, the cold Epang Palace, the shortage of bronze finches, the blooming flowers and the rich grass head cream. The authorities know everything and forget everything, boasting about the dragon building and the phoenix pavilion, saying that the name is frozen. Come to a quiet place at leisure and be crazy about poetry and wine. It's not too late to sing a song, which is full of vast lakes and seas. Meet the scenery at every time, pick up the green and find the fragrance. Make an appointment with some close friends, go to the wild stream, or play chess, or walk; Or say something good, or talk about the rise and fall of modern times; Look at the bright flowers and listen to the birds singing.

The broken bridge is pitiful in spring, and the old dream hates the sky and is desolate alone. Who can ask, there are always thousands of people in Qian Qian in the wilderness, lonely and proud of the world. Who can hide? Lonely and cold, there is no bird habitat, jathyapple is full of resentment, like a flower, affectionate and heartless; Yesterday, a curtain of dreams, broken strings of dust, plain and fragrant, delicate hands are difficult to adjust, like a year of flowers in the water, like a flying flower blooming in the boundless, hanging in the evening and dying, misty and residual rain across the sky, tears streaming down my face, empty heart.

One encounter, one love, two lovesickness. A kind of lovesickness, experienced, is two kinds of leisure worries. Fate, keep a bright moon, live in a Lanting, waiting for you to come back. Fate to go, recall a scene of the past, a trivial fate, how to solve the love story? The fate of dust is like a dream, but it refers to elegance. Fate comes and goes, only a drop of cinnabar. When meeting, don't ask if it's robbery or fate. I cherish fate, but I am not surprised when it leaves. Flowers bloom and fall, not to say goodbye, but to say warmth. I will read it to you slowly.

Jimo fireworks, the player's ruthless love-hate dilemma; Cherry blossoms fall in England and sink into the western hills at dusk. Suddenly looking back, the song ended, who still plays with silks and satins? With a sigh, tears poured down my face. Regret at the scene, micro-work to be done. Who will stop to accompany it? Can't wait. Can't see, can't meet, wait, can't see, can not love, don't miss, tireless, never tired. With tears in my eyes, I didn't sleep, and a faded cool smoke passed.

A piece of ink, dizzy all my life, gently holding pen and ink, moss hanging down, rice paper wrinkled. I said it was time. Xiyuan Haitang shattered all over the ground and played a farewell song for me. This is not the balcony of "Become a Butterfly", and there is no heavy rain rendering. The flute that resounded all over the world, the sad cry that disappeared without sleep, a drop of ink, the pen tip turned all my life, and Leng Yue's memory can last night.

The heart is there, and the dream is there. If love exists, love exists. No matter how much snow and frost there is on a normal day. If you can appreciate and feel with a calm heart. A flower, a grass, a porridge and a meal are all dull warmth, and a breeze and a stream can nourish the soul. Unload the fatigue in your heart at the right time, open the window of your heart, let the sun shine gently, let the flowers spread lightly in your heart, and the steps ahead will be elegant as the wind.

Flip your fingers over Qiongchuan. It's tender and tender, but it's hard to keep the shadow. Just sigh, how can the cool autumn curtain spread out? Love, blood and tears together. Loneliness has a new string. Hong Fei's past, embroidered beads curtain. Who knows, I can't sleep after writing? It's a waste of time to concentrate on ink. Leng Yue Yingfang Building. A dead crow preys on a tree, while a plum shadow pities the branches. Thousands of drunkards, gentle and charming ice muscles draw magnolia. Who competes to see, laugh and dance? On the other hand, flowers are fresh. The flower hurts beautifully, with a touch of rouge. It's hard to hide, and it's a lifetime.

If I am white-haired and my face is withered, will you still hold my hand and be gentle? When we met, I didn't reply, sighing that the years were like water. Flowers bloom on both sides and live in the illusion of Buddha. I want to travel around the world, but I have no landing; Look at all kinds of red and purple, turning into dust.