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"The clouds and smoke disperse, the night fades, and the world is broken"

At midnight when the blue smoke lingers, the accumulated clouds cover the stars, and the curtains are slanted. When you look up, the night is as cool as water. The spring flowers are gone and the wind and moon are silent. Traveling through the past time, at the start of the scene, a trembling tree with fallen flowers, quietly looking back at the dust of a period of time, the dream is also sad.

When the flowers fall and people go away, who are they lingering for? The night quietly enveloped the bustling city, covering a period of time that was unbearable to look back on, and my thoughts were folded in thousands of words.

Walking on the riverside path, the night wind blows, looking at the vast sky, silently counting the tenderness of each other, and once again measuring the distance between us, the end of the world is no longer so close. Heart, is it a light-year distance, just like the stars in the sky that seem very close, but cannot be crossed.

On the riverside, the sound of the waves is still there, and the lonely figure sings for a person in the intoxicating twilight. Passionate people are always annoyed by ruthlessness. After many years, the spring water of the river cannot take away the resentment, and the lights on the other side dim the dim tears. The pursuit of Yun and Yue for eight thousand miles has broken the passionate and lingering season. How can people not be heartbroken?

The breeze blows across the cheek, and a heart-piercing tingling surges in the abdomen. Is it true that the true love you deliberately seek is not as ruthless as reality? The hope of the soul is like a stone breaking the moon in the water. An inexplicable complaint is entangled in Piao Wei's heart, but the encounter that has been waiting for a thousand years is like a sharp sword piercing through the long-lasting lies. In the late spring and early summer, the figure of your city is like a cloud of smoke.

In the distance, the city's fireworks are bright and colorful in the night sky, flowers bloom and fall several times, the sea changes several times, the drizzle leans on the railing, and a curtain wakes up from a dream.

Looking back on the past, the world cannot keep it. Is it a breeze or a light mist, a promise or a lie?

The poetry of the passing years is mottled, the flowers bloom and fail thousands of times deep in the memory, the glitz of the prosperous age covers the vicissitudes of the years, and love is broken in the ethereal dream.

The world of mortals has passed, and the loneliness is relaxed. Whose family stands on the bank of the drizzled river, watching the dusk rain, the wind blowing and the clouds rolling, the pain buried in the heart seems to be the buds of June, It blooms a little bit every day, who can see the beauty of the silent curls. This scene, this thing, this flower, so familiar, how can it remain in the memory so deeply? Can the past really be forgotten with a smile?

The flowing clouds pass by, the misty rain is far away, the pear blossoms fall away, and the dream falls in the south of the Yangtze River. The night breeze is fragrant, the season is blooming at the beginning, and a person lingers quietly, constantly looking back.

The footsteps of youth are scattered in the misty world. There is a story hidden in everyone's heart. Every love hopes to be responded to. Therefore, the imagination that grows becomes a trap to bury oneself in the beautified illusion. , after all investment, there will be no recovery.

The world is lonely, the infatuation is unspeakable, the frozen truth is running in the face-covering cry. The poems and notes full of affection, in the depths of the years, sway alone with the tragic song of departure.

Leaning on the slightly cool railing and looking into the distance, I felt my clothes were cold after drinking for a while. The glitz had dissipated, and the river maple and fishing fires were dotted all over the sky. The stars were dim, and I thought that my thoughts would gradually disappear in time. I was speechless and wanted to express my feelings. I sat down on the cold ground, buried my head in my knees, and shed my tears of regret to the ground.

The wind and rain have been bumpy all the way, and youth has become a yellowed book in the midst of dissatisfaction. The face has fallen into a dream several times, the willow color is smoky, the red sleeves cannot add fragrance, and a wisp of cold wind makes the unawakened fate die prematurely on the pillow of pain. The heart is as broken as dust and smoke, it has been infatuated for a few times, lingering in dreams, and the warm and cold worldly affairs are drifting away with the east wind all night.

In the quiet midnight, thoughts swept towards me endlessly. I raised my hands, trembling and half-dreaming to pursue them, turning my thoughts into a sigh tonight, cutting off the remaining worries in my heart. Love, how much infatuation there is in the world, falls quietly in the dust and smoke.

In the fine mist and rain, the sadness hidden between the eyebrows accumulated into crystal tears in the eyes.

The great river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away. I pick up the sand and stones of time, look at the water, see the clouds like smoke, and settle together with my thoughts tonight. Go through the branches of complicated emotions, abandon distracting thoughts, and find a hint of sweetness in the future life. Write down the scattered memories and wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes. After the mountains and buildings are filled with smoke and rain, your figure and vows gradually disappear in the clouds and smoke.

The clouds and smoke disperse, the night fades, and the world is broken.

Taking steps of relief, the past and my thin back were blended into the night of Jiangnan.

At midnight when the blue smoke lingers, cumulus clouds cover the stars, and the curtains are thin and sparse. When you look up, the night is as cool as water. The spring flowers are gone and the wind and moon are silent. Traveling through the past time, at the start of the scene, a trembling tree with fallen flowers, quietly looking back at the dust of a period of time, the dream is also sad.

When the flowers fall and people go away, who are they lingering for? The night quietly enveloped the bustling city, covering a period of time that was unbearable to look back on, and my thoughts were folded in thousands of words.

Walking on the riverside path, the night wind blows, looking at the vast sky, silently counting the tenderness of each other, and once again measuring the distance between us, the end of the world is no longer so close. Heart, is it a light-year distance, just like the stars in the sky that seem very close, but cannot be crossed.

On the riverside, the sound of the waves is still there, and the lonely figure sings for a person in the intoxicating twilight. Passionate people are always annoyed by ruthlessness. After many years, the spring water of the river cannot take away the resentment, and the lights on the other side dim the dim tears. The pursuit of Yun and Yue for eight thousand miles has broken the passionate and lingering season. How can people not be heartbroken?

The breeze blows across the cheek, and a heart-piercing tingling surges in the abdomen. Is it true that the true love you deliberately seek is not as ruthless as reality? The hope of the soul is like a stone breaking the moon in the water. An inexplicable complaint is entangled in Piao Wei's heart, but the encounter that has been waiting for a thousand years is like a sharp sword piercing through the long-lasting lies. In the late spring and early summer, the figure of your city is like a cloud of smoke.

In the distance, the city's fireworks are bright and colorful in the night sky, flowers bloom and fall several times, the sea changes several times, the drizzle leans on the railing, and a curtain wakes up from a dream.

Looking back on the past, the world cannot keep it. Is it a breeze or a light mist, a promise or a lie?

The poetry of the passing years is mottled, the flowers bloom and fail thousands of times deep in the memory, the glitz of the prosperous age covers the vicissitudes of the years, and love is broken in the ethereal dream.

The world of mortals has passed, and the loneliness is relaxed. Whose family stands on the bank of the drizzled river, watching the dusk rain, the wind blowing and the clouds rolling, the pain buried in the heart seems to be the buds of June, It blooms a little bit every day, who can see the beauty of the silent curls. This scene, this thing, this flower, so familiar, how can it remain in the memory so deeply? Can the past really be forgotten with a smile?

The flowing clouds pass by, the misty rain is far away, the pear blossoms fall away, and the dream falls in the south of the Yangtze River. The night wind is fragrant, the season is blooming at the beginning, a person lingers quietly, constantly looking back.

The footsteps of youth are scattered in the misty world. There is a story hidden in everyone's heart. Every love hopes to be responded to. Therefore, the imagination that grows becomes a trap to bury oneself in the beautified illusion. , after all investment, there will be no recovery.

The world is lonely, the infatuation is unspeakable, and the frozen truth is running in the face-covering cry. The poems and notes full of affection, in the depths of the years, sway alone with the tragic song of departure.

Leaning on the slightly cool railing and looking into the distance, I felt my clothes were cold after drinking for a while. The glitz had dissipated, and the river maple and fishing fires were dotted all over the sky. The stars were dim, and I thought that my thoughts would gradually disappear in time. I was speechless and wanted to express my feelings. I sat down on the cold ground, buried my head in my knees, and shed my tears of regret to the ground.

The wind and rain have been bumpy all the way, and youth has become a yellowed book in the midst of dissatisfaction. The face has fallen into a dream several times, the willow color is smoky, the red sleeves cannot add fragrance, and a wisp of cold wind makes the unawakened fate die prematurely on the pillow of pain. The heart is as broken as dust and smoke, it has been infatuated for a few times, lingering in dreams, and the warm and cold world affairs are drifting away with the east wind all night.

In the quiet midnight, thoughts swept towards me endlessly. I raised my hands, trembling and half-dreaming to pursue them, turning my thoughts into a sigh tonight, cutting off the remaining worries in my heart. Love, how much infatuation there is in the world, falls quietly in the dust and smoke.

In the fine mist and rain, the sadness hidden between the eyebrows accumulated into crystal tears in the eyes.

The great river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away. I pick up the sand and stones of time, look at the water, see the clouds like smoke, and settle together with my thoughts tonight. Go through the branches of complicated emotions, abandon distracting thoughts, and find a hint of sweetness in the future life. Write down the scattered memories and wipe the tears from the corners of your eyes. After the mountains and buildings are filled with smoke and rain, your figure and vows gradually disappear in the clouds and smoke.

The clouds and smoke disperse, the night fades, and the world is broken.

Taking steps of relief, the past and my frail back are blended into the night of Jiangnan...

"A place filled with smoke and coldness, but no sorrow for separation"

Flowers fade and flowers fly Flying all over the sky, the red color disappears and the fragrance disappears, who will pity it? --- Inscription

If you don't leave, you won't abandon me

If you don't leave, I will never abandon you. I will be with you for life after life, waiting for you every second.

Autumn is fading, and the cool fingertips are beating the rhythm of happiness. It is also in the same season, and the same people make the same promise, and they will never leave each other for the rest of their lives.

How long is life? Just for endless love.

I am a ruthless woman, and I will be more affectionate than anyone else. When I met you, the so-called warmth, the so-called happiness, the so-called confidant, and the so-called everlasting love, these words that I have never touched gradually became associated with me. Is that a fable of happiness? I have given you all the warmth of my life, whether you want it or not, I just give it.

A stream of light, a passionate interpretation of the cycle of life. The most beautiful encounter is like catkins in spring, flying in the romantic air, and the happiest light is stained with life and plays the most moving music. Mimi said, if we meet, remember to cherish it; if we lose it, read it and remember it. So, I chanted the poems of the years and weaved a mythical strange web. There are thousands of threads and tens of thousands of factors in it, planting solid stones. The unfailing love buries the brightest smile deep in my heart.

I want to know you, my long life will never fade, the mountains will have no edges, the rivers will run out, the winter thunder will tremble, the summer will rain and snow, the heaven and the earth will be harmonious, so I dare to be with you! Whether the beautiful vows can withstand the plain and fleeting years, or the ups and downs of ups and downs, you have no answer, and I have no answer. I just know that fate is determined by fate, and destiny is man-made. If you meet your true heart, happiness will be At the next stop.

If you care about someone and see through a certain heart, can you start with today as the end point, stretch out a long thread, and end with the end of life, no matter how difficult the road in the middle is? No matter how painful your heart is, you won’t let go?

I hope for the promise of never leaving, but I am even more afraid of the pain of heartbreak. If, if there is tomorrow, I will still promise you never forget it, and I will still hold hands with you for a long time. Outside, live your life in peace.

The mist becomes empty

Pursuing is only for the sake of love, leaving is only for the sadness of love. There are shadows left in the sky among the bamboos in the Buddhist forest. Things are different and people are not sad to travel far away. The petals swayed gently, stirring up all the dust on the ground. When the breeze blew, the smoke disappeared, and everything became empty.

Tears can’t wash away all the beauty, and can’t drain away the bitterness of dreams. I want to be a scarecrow, looking up at the blue sky, watching the wheat fields, and guarding the warmest place in my heart. But who is who forever? guard?

In these tiny years, I recall that smiling face, that gentle look, that sincere feeling, and that grateful heart. What kind of thoughts have driven me away? Warm memories, what kind of scenes bring tears to my eyes, and what kind of desires destroy my feelings halfway?

Flowers that bloom will eventually wither. I still walk through the forest of youth with a light mood. The desolate heart will eventually be filled with reality. Rui'er said, find something in the empty place in your heart. Fill in, or don't think of it deliberately. But how should I place my empty and bloody heart?

A season of flowers, a season of coldness, and a city of forbearance finally fell. That deep love has become a luxury. If you can't afford it, just choose to let go.

You come and go, and when the fog in front of you clears, you will be lost so easily. The memory of Nuancheng has changed with the passage of time, and has long been beyond recognition. The withered eternity will no longer be alive, and the yearning feelings once again enter the lengthy nightmare. It turns out that we are all performing.

The drama ended, the song ended, and we fell back to the end of the world. From now on, we are all in peace.

No one knows when the flowers fall

Who is red when the flowers bloom, and drunk for whom when the flowers fall?

There are thousands of encounters in the world, but one kind is called not meeting at all. This unforgettable love finally came to an end in this autumn when the maple leaves are full of red. It ended with a smoky scene and a heartbreaking song. The broken beauty of Li Ge is like a fluttering flower, silent but piercing the soul.

The red dust is stained with ink, and the flowers are whirling. Looking back slightly, it is as indifferent as ashes.

The idle youth and the cantabile years, with the loss of the hourglass and the rotation of the windmill, evoke the dancing skirts, falling in the scorching sun of June in memory of the overturned fleeting years. The overlapping and intertwined time picks up the most ruthless yellow leaves in autumn, tears apart the most beautiful memories, and returns everything to its original place.

In the autumn when the fallen leaves are falling, what cannot be taken away are the wounds of summer. What cannot be seen through is always the truth. The pain attached to wanting to step back is blurred and far-fetched, recalling the faith of the narrator in tears. Promises sometimes need to be repaid by lies. The illusion always makes people too warm, and they want to step back and blur the romance you gave them. Everything can be seen through tears.

Love is moving in the sky, in the green mountains, the wind is blowing and the clouds are thousands of miles away. Looking for a beautiful woman, love is hard to be true. I use my sword to break through the chaotic world of mortals.

Some people say that the most painful pain is because of the sweetest past, and the deepest hurt is because of the warmest beauty. Those beauty and pain seep into my bones, and I am being assimilated by those bloody things. .

Fireworks fall and cross the most gorgeous sky. In addition to pain, what I am waiting for is a memory of you. Autumn has gone and the flowers have fallen. We have completed our final farewell. From now on, there will be no more Complain about separation.

"You said, later..."

You said that the prosperity was gone and that you would never change in this life. Then you rode away and only the beautiful lady wept alone.

You said that there are begonias outside the curtain and mandarin ducks on the brocade screen; later, spring is deep in the courtyard, and the painting hall is close by.

You said that the sound of the flute was like complaining, and it took a lot of thinking; later, the tea smoke was still green, and there were countless people.

You said that the lovely person is like jade, and you and I were together. Later, we looked out from a long pavilion, and the night was slightly cool.

You said that when the clouds stain the sky, who can enjoy the flowers blooming on the road? Later, the willows are dark in the smoke, and the water in the center of the lake moves like no other.

You said that the lights on the other side are where your heart is; later, the fishing boats sang at night, and the mist and rain were wandering.

You said that the water was still and the lotus scented, and the wind was gentle and smooth; then the clouds covered the thin moon, and the dew was as clear as frost.

You talk about chess in the dark window, and then talk about your heart; later, the wind blows through the lonely pine, and the fog covers the hills.

You say that the red sleeves are feigning anger, and the autumn waves are flowing and thinking about Zhang Chang; later, the black eyebrows are long and narrow, and the spring scenery is drifting away from Ruan Lang.

You said that the dark fragrance floats, and the light shines for a moment; later, the jade dies and the beauty falls into pieces, leaving sparse shadows across the window.

You said that in a good time, you can take advantage of the beautiful scenery and go alone; later, the red dust is purple and the snow is falling.

You said that all the gifts were given to Gaotang, and Sansheng was on the stone. Later, the king lived in Ziyou, and his concubine lived in Heyang.

You say that the beauty in the jade tower flies over the moon and flows with the cup to welcome guests; later, the layman in the valley lies in the Zen room with his pillow on his piano and listens to the rain.

You talk about high mountains and flowing water, and visitors answer the spring river. Later, when you travel to Zhangtai, you will be tied to a horse and weeping poplar trees.

You said that it was a prosperous time, with lanterns shining brightly; then the tea came and the walls were covered with moss.

You said that the sky and the earth were dark and yellow, and the wind and moon were beautiful; then the moon set over the river, and the clouds were pale and the sky was long.

You said that when Lan Zhou was young, he remembered Jiao Niang under the moonlight in the west building; later, he forgot about the rivers and lakes, and only reflected the sorrow of autumn at the end of the world.

You said that you listened to the stream in the valley and looked for the fragrance in the clear hills. Later, only a few flowers fell and the water dried up in Xiaoxiang.

You said that the frost is cold and the river is green, but where is the beautiful woman in the end? Sitting alone in Weiyang.

You said that the moon shines on the cold river, and the jade pillars and beams are beautiful. Later, the cold mirror has broken hooks, and the couch is cold at midnight.

You talk about the hometown in your dreams, and the mandarin ducks swim in the peach blossom water; later, when the snow falls on thousands of mountains, Lao Yi rushes about by himself several times.

"Flowers fly away from the world, and the building becomes empty when people leave. Who is the pain for whom the flowers fall in the dream?"

Flowers fly from the world, and the building becomes empty when the person leaves. Who is the pain for the flowers falling in the dream? The eyes are full of hope and a bit of obsession. I rubbed myself into reincarnation, recalling it in the dream where we once met; parting in the tearful flowers; heartbreak in the paleness of the fingertips; fading in the eternal dream. In the desolate sigh of the nightingale, pieces of delicate tenderness are choked and speechless in the poems of the dark night.

The flower on the other side is beautiful and sad. Everyone will miss many people in this life. Miss love, miss friendship, miss encounter. Flowers are blooming on the other side, but the leaves are missing from the flowers, and the flowers are missing from the leaves. They are all in the wrong place. However, it is not necessarily sad. How could I fall in love with you if we never met. If we had never met, how could I have so many regrets. One flower, one world, one tree, one Bodhi. Flowers bloom and fade, the tide ebbs and flows.

A wisp of light sadness, continuous sorrow and hatred, my soul has been searching for her for thousands of years, I can’t wake up, I am haggard for my lovesickness, I listen to thousands of tears in the middle of the night... After years, I dream back to the edge of the winding river, The smoke and waves are broken, people are drunk, the red dust is filled with tears, and the wind passes by with a touch of darkness and crispness. All the elegance is exhausted, and the face is lonely. Whose thoughts were shattered? Wearing neon clothes, caressing the cold light of the moon, crossing the barrier of thousands of rivers and mountains, just for a brief lingering

The dark flowers in the willows are deep in spring, and the red peony in the small lantern has been pulled out. The wind after the rain softens the songbirds. Late in the day, there is still a bit of yin. Don't dwell on the past. The time of leisure is good, and you can come here. Old travels are nowhere to be found. There is no place to look for, only the youthful heart.

A wisp of light sadness, continuous sorrow and hatred, my soul has been searching for her for thousands of years, I can’t wake up, I am haggard for my lovesickness, I listen to thousands of tears in the middle of the night... After years, I dream back to the edge of the winding river, The smoke and waves are broken, people are drunk, the red dust is filled with tears, and the wind passes by with a touch of darkness and crispness. All the elegance is exhausted, and the face is lonely. Whose thoughts were shattered? Wearing neon clothes, caressing the cold light of the moon, crossing the barriers of thousands of rivers and mountains, just for a short period of lingering

We want to stay together, but it is difficult to look at each other, and we are heartbroken at the end of the world. Love is easy to pass away, but hate is also long-lasting. When the lights are dim, people are hesitant. Traveling through thousands of mountains and crossing thousands of rivers, tears flowed down the road of lovesickness. Flowers bloom in spring, leaves fall in autumn, and the fragrance remains after the prosperity. Looking at the sky, sighing at the bright moon, alone and feeling melancholy. The wine is strong, the heart is also drunk, and the light sleeves of Luo shirt are dancing. Thinking about the autumn water, thinking about the beautiful woman, the world is as close as a mandarin duck. Love in the past life, debts in this life, a dream of reincarnation in the world of mortals.

We are all passers-by in this mortal world, am I fascinated by you? Who is heartbroken for me? In the vast sea of ??people, who should I stay for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water be treasured? When the world of mortals smiles, who are you fascinated by? Who is your heart broken for? How many people have never found their true love throughout their lives, and how many people have lost themselves in the search. Tearing at the broken flowers in the sunset, let the love of a lifetime turn into a drop of mortal tears in the corner of the withered eyes

< p>In the world of mortals, whose waiting is falling. I once waited under the thousand-year-old tree, just asking you to look back and smile. I once burned incense under the Bodhi, just to wait for the encounter in reincarnation. In the world of mortals, the flowers will eventually fade away, and I will remember whose tears fell in the years. The past is like smoke, and I don’t know who has left whose lovesickness. It is like a dream memory, and I don’t know who has left whose waiting. Saying goodbye to you, no matter how much it hurts.

Quietly hold my hand to eliminate my loneliness; stare into my eyes affectionately to cover my wandering; silently hold my shoulders to comfort my sorrow and sorrow. If you hold my hand, I will make you have no regrets; if you win my heart, I will face the wind and rain with you; if you know my will, I will make your life rich. People in the market are like crucian carp, they should meet you on time, the cloudy and sunny years are thick, and they cry sadly in their sleep. It is not easy to meet each other, so we should cherish the fate.

The face in the mirror looks thin under the moon, looking forward through the curtain, full of sadness. I always want to escape those memories about you, return to the ultimate peace, and let my heart be calm and calm. However, the moment I turned around, you forgot the tenderness of thousands of years and planted a lasting wound for me in this life; even the drunkenness of a thousand cups cannot wipe out the sorrows of this life. Inside and outside the scroll, each word is engraved with heart, only one song tells an unchanging story, which fades into the bottom of my heart.

When the piano enters the eyes, the ups and downs of the past make the eyes red. The wind has picked up, the piano dust is flying, and the front is blurred. The black hair is messy, the thoughts are flowing, and the beauty is clear. The slender shadow is like a dream, the beautiful eyes are full of emotion, the smile is intoxicating, and the bare hands are dancing lightly. The soul is attached... the person is crazy... the string is broken... the dream wakes up... the dust falls to the ground. The harp is still there, the song has ended, the red color has faded and the fragrance has faded, leaning against the flower grave, I am alone drunk!

Who is wandering beside the street, who is waiting by the ancient road. A thousand years of looking back, a hundred years of loneliness. No one agrees with loneliness, and one hates loneliness. We passed each other in the past life, but we meet again in this life. Love is flying in the wind, love is playing in the rain. There was once a day of wishful thinking, there was once a day of confusion and confusion, and when I woke up from my dream, it was gone with the wind. At this moment: love is speechless, love is silent. Tears wet my eyes and filled my heart.

After a thousand years of reincarnation, whose eyes are fascinated by the mortal world on Moshang? Whose yesterday has been tainted by the extravagant world? A tunnel through time and space, a wandering wave in the past life. I accidentally lost my way back to Jiangnan in my dream. That day, peach blossoms were flying and green hair was blowing on the willows. Qian smiled half-faced with makeup. Playing a tune, the thousand-year-old Yao Qin intoxicates whose heart? In confusion, I was stunned by that glance, fell by that glance, and fell for a thousand years.

Looking back among millions of people, passing by; among millions of people, a beautiful encounter; your beautiful smile, meeting, fate arises; acquaintance, fate continues; knowing each other, fate determines; break This life is prosperous, graceful like falling flowers, dancing gracefully like butterflies, and sad and beautiful for eternity. I just hope that in the next life, all living beings will be filled with colorful flowers. So light and easy, everything in this life has settled! Looking across the horizon, the road is still unfamiliar, stretching far into the distance!

The beauty is short and the dust is hard to break. The whirling moon shadow makes people intoxicated, and the misty mist arouses the heart. Peach blossoms tomorrow, dependent on each other in dreams. Lying down and laughing at the spring breeze, you are as passionate as you can be. The solitary figure leans against the window and looks out at the cold weather, and the beautiful woman is alone combing her old wounds. Who or I, do you pity her and mourn her in this world? Deeply trapped in the world of mortals, exhausted and exhausted, no one has mercy. The screen is broken, the night is long and desolate, the joys and sorrows are gone, and the building is old. The pen weighs a thousand pounds and I can't write, but the blank paper alone is filled with tears.

Leaning against the curtain and staring blankly, the shadow is thin, a little melancholy, a little dejected, my heart is delicate on the street, and the clear tears leave residual warmth.

I have always been walking around alone, wandering on the path and forgetting my way back. The wind returns to my dreams and breaks the beams to express my wishes. I am speechless and shed tears that are still red. No regrets about meeting each other in this life, no regrets about the shallow fate in this life. Looking back, love was once a matter of flowers before and after the moon. The flowers drifted away, and there was a faint fragrance in the empty space. Who would be hurt by the light? Looking back, love was once a sea of ??promise in this life, but the mulberry field has changed, and the old vows are blown by the wind, swallowed in tears.

"Use my three lifetimes of fireworks to exchange for your lifetime of confusion"

In the spring of a year, who will be popular with peach blossoms

Looking back, who will I meet in this world

A little understanding, who is given to someone with true love

A flower hoe, someone is buried with tears

A south window, someone is pregnant by playing the piano

A leaf orchid boat, who has been sent away by the mist

A word of cherishment, who has been sent to by the end of the world

Who has been sent to by the end of the world

Who has been sent by the fish book

A curtain of dreams, leaning on the railing Who did I miss

Who did I miss after a night of frost and wind, and who did the snow and rain send away

Who did I miss when there was a faint fragrance in the street?

With melancholy in my heart, the world of mortals passed away. Who

As the moon shines over the river, who is missing when looking back

With a glass of turbid wine, who gets drunk when we meet again

After a darkening, who is remembered by gazing at the eyes

A good night, who was hurt by false pretenses

Who was locked up in the empty building with a sound of the flute

Who lost weight after a parting?

First level The moss is green, who has left the quiet pavilion

A new sorrow, who is suffering from separation

A low singing voice, who is crazy about talent and love

A new song , Ambiguity flirted with someone

A kind of lovesickness, leisurely sorrow for someone

A life of floating life, who has been betrayed by frivolity

Who am I, who are you,

Is it still the same person as before?

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust,

Can we ever return to the beginning?

Who promised whom, who betrayed whom,

Who is waiting for whom in the empty reincarnation.

Who is who, who faced each other on the other side thousands of years ago,

Who is who, who will renew their relationship thousands of years later.

Who and whose reincarnation is this?

Who still has many unredeemed sins?

Who still has many unfinished sins? Tears,

Who still has much sadness to continue.

Whoever watches for whom becomes an eternal monument,

Whoever watches for whom becomes a thousand-year tear.

Who keeps the sea till the mulberry fields for whom?

Who waits for the night until the day for whom.

Who turns black hair into white hair for whom?

Who burns youth into fallen flowers for whom.

Who belongs to whom?

It doesn’t matter whether you know the answer or not.

Everyone belongs to whom, which is a serious misalignment.

Never force anyone to be whoever again!

Who is with whom, who abandons who, who forgets who, who waits for whom, who loves whom

Whose heart remains, whose heart is broken, whose heart is betrayed, whose heart is hard to stay

In the end, people were walking around and couldn't figure out who was who

Who made whom laugh, who made whom cry, who held whose hand, who married whom

Who whose eyebrows can be touched by the corner of his eyes;

whose smile is worth whose tears;

whose heart can bear whose reincarnation;

whose Whose sin can be redeemed by palm prints?

For a brief moment, you tap on the acupuncture points in one second.

It will last forever, and I will spend my whole life unraveling the acupuncture points.

"Sacrifice in a beautiful city: drunk only for a beautiful woman"

Text/Luo Jin Xia Shi

——The beautiful woman looks back at the beautiful woman and is drunk,

The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the energy is like gossamer.

Look at the flowers blooming and falling, watch the clouds roll in and out, dreams and love are beyond the smoke.

Life is like not getting what you want, death is like separation from love.

When the wind blows, the sky is full of sword flowers; whoever plucks the strings of the piano is still in his ears.

Looking at it, I flicked my fingers for a moment, just for that one promise, burying the paleness of the oath and the greenness of waiting.

The past events in the world of mortals, whispering and making countless ripples

At dusk of the bright moon, the road of youth is no longer everywhere.

Don’t be surprised by favor or disgrace, first watch the flowers bloom and fall in front of the court

There is no intention to leave or go, just follow the clouds in the sky

I am naturally young, and my time is spent.

Allow him to be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.

It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the sky.

The relationship has always been shallow, but the love is deep

Life is like not getting what you want, death is like separation from love.

The body is like floating clouds, the heart is like flying catkins, and the energy is like gossamer.

The world is safe and secure, and I will live up to the Tathagata and the Lord.

If life were like the first time we met, why would the autumn wind draw a fan sadly?

Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse.

Not to cultivate the afterlife, just to meet you on the way.

Five hundred times of looking back at the past life only replaced the passing by in this life.

Under the moonlight in the tower in the dream, I poured out all my beauty for Yi, allowing the queen to rule the world

The lamp shadow hurts people and laughs at myself, like the duckweed flowing eastward, inviting the bright moon to melt into the afterglow. Sorrow

God will pity the quiet grass, and the world will be clear at night.

The snow is falling and the Yellow River is turbid, leaving it to his heart.

Looking at the past of the mortal world, the wind and clouds are rolling, love and hate are outside the smoke and dust.

The lights are scattered, people are passing by, love is outside the Western Yuan.

Prosperity is like water, beauty is like a dream.

The wind and snow are proud, just like a sighing dream.

---Sacrifice one's life in a beautiful city, just to get drunk for a beautiful woman.

"Drips of Light Ink Rendering Workshop"

Drips of Light Ink Rendering Workshop

The world of mortals is paper, love is ink,

Cutting off the moonlight of lovesickness,

hold the flowers and smile, and write lightly

Let the mood bloom at the fingertips.

Qianmo, you are the lover of cardamom at my fingertips,

with eyebrows as curved as smoke,

overwhelming the country and the city,

< p>Just one look at you has created a spiritual covenant.

Compose a tune, fill in some lyrics,

The melody from your heart will be sung by you.

In the mist of Jianjia,

I will accompany you to listen to the flowing sounds deep in the world of mortals.

"A thousand years of drunken dreams in the mortal world, accompanied by songs in a lonely life"

Author: Vivian

Walking alone in the mortal world, your heart will also relieve your worries You

How sad it is when the elegance has faded, everything is melancholy and the pen and ink are written

——Inscription

There is no sleep tonight, the wind is blowing and the clouds are floating, and there are bursts of wind in the distance singing. Thousands of lights flicker outside the window, and I feel lonely inside the house. I tap on the keyboard and express my sadness. The wind blows away a night of lovesickness, and the floating clouds take away broken dreams everywhere. Thousands of years of Buddhist words have still not melted away the thousands of years of lovesickness. The thousand-year vows have been washed away by wind and rain and cannot be discerned clearly. Why do we still stand in front of the Sansheng Stone and stay lonely together?

A dream in the world of mortals lasts a thousand years, and a lonely life accompanies it with songs. For you, I am drunk with eternal reincarnation, and pale the brief but eternal love in this rolling world of mortals. In the thousands of years of poetry and painting, I was drunk with your charming wine while holding flowers and smiling. Once the vast sea turned into a few dreams and sorrows. In the moment of epiphyllum, whose fingertips inadvertently flowed through a thousand years of time, locking the moment in melancholy thoughts. of fragrance.

The beauty has faded away, and the boundless call has finally been forgotten. Spread your love, let the wine touch the wind in the Jiangnan night, and the beauty is paved with sleepless lovesickness tonight. The lonely place is swaying, and the breeze is playing the piano. I didn't mean to do it, how could it be heartless when the bright moon shines through the curtain? The plain hand-held pen hangs down from the painting, and then I feel that I want to write without words. The beauty is sending messages, and the love is speechless. How can the love be described?

Pluck a Yao Qin, the thin strings express my lovesickness deep in my heart. It’s hard to write a pen with every inch of tenderness, and it’s hard to sing loneliness in my voice. No matter what, the beautiful face is haggard, who can pity her?

Always weaving a curtain of dreams that lasts for many years in the nameless sadness, always silently adding a new layer of sadness in the faint twilight. Do you know that I am thinking of you again, and I am obsessed with you? Pursuing that dreamy tenderness, my days are filled with your shining longing, waiting like crazy, lovesickness makes me suffer, my rings are getting old, and I am tipsy with the years.

Thousands of years of looking back are in vain, everything is a dream, when will the mirror, flowers and moon come to an end, a long dream

How many people are drunk and dreaming of the mortal world, and how many people are locked in love for the whole life. Why do things only make people love each other in life and death? Is the love for thousands of years just a dream? "The sky is as cold as water at night. I lie down and watch Altair and Vega.

Under the bright sky, your clothes are fluttering, fluttering in the wind, and the sun is everywhere.

You leaned over and picked up three words and said in your ear: I love you! Those three words have become a lifelong memory. I was caught by your words. From then on, I danced with golden shackles, knowing that I was unbearable, but hoping to spin the most beautiful dance. Tears asked the flowers without saying a word, and the red flowers flew across the swing.

You are far away in the horizon, but close to my heart. However, what you left to me is the farthest and your recent loneliness. You and I know each other in the deepest part of the world, we don’t even need to ask each other’s names, you are the most beautiful music deep in my heart. On a beautiful night, I spread my melodious singing across the starry sky, and the stars filled the river like drunkenness. However, "I am far away from you, but you are separated from me by the corner of the ocean." Can you feel the heart-wrenching call from far away, penetrate my heart, and reach your heart?

Bai’s elegance burns away the ignorance of youth, and the separation of years is just continuing to write fragmented passages of time. A person's day and night, a person composing a sad and gorgeous movement alone in a gray space!

My heart is trembling, I sing the song of departure, I look through the autumn water just for the shadow in my dream, who knows when the yellow flowers fall all over the river, if I can meet you in the mortal world without parting, I will let my soul live in yours Bone marrow, no longer let love run aground.

The world of mortals is like a dream. If you get drunk, it will be a dusty dream last night. I once sighed and smiled at the clouds rolling in and relaxing, but it turned out that I never had that natural and unrestrained feeling. A strand of love, a few sorrows about separation, and so many worldly things. Who is not tired of the mortal world? Who wouldn’t lose weight for the world of mortals? Come and go, dreams in the mortal world; joys and sorrows, separation and tears in the mortal world. I asked Qingfeng how many dreams he had, and asked me where my love for the bright moon was, but I said to watch the remaining red go back quietly. A song that leads to the world of mortals brings many tears of mortals, and rains in the world.

How many people are chasing dreams in the mortal world, and the road in the mortal world is chaotic. How many times, a lonely person in this mortal world will look back and shed tears all the way to the end of the world.

Looking back, the flying flowers have fallen into graves, the fragrance has faded, the passers-by have gone, and there is still time to miss lovesickness. How could you know that I met you in a hurry in the world of mortals? Your once stunning glance made me dream of a lifetime, but also lonely all my attachments in this life!

Dreams of the mortal world accompany you, and lonely songs accompany you. I sing about lovesickness alone, my solitary shadow wanders, my thoughts are silent and fall silently.