Tear-jerking Antique Talk about Short Sentences

1, a mountain, can't be separated by two lovesickness, a horizon, can't be separated by two sentences, I miss you with three lives, drink that bowl of Mengpo soup alone, bury myself between the mountains and the bones, listen to the trickle of water, and the breeze dances with the fallen flowers! Listening to the wind, I can't finish reading the thoughts of my life, and running water can't finish reading the love of my world.

2. With a flick of a finger, the song is scattered and my thoughts are lost; Striking the strings, like a slender wind, who do you miss? The feelings around the fingers and the attachment of life have interpreted the homesickness year after year in the sound of pipa and piano; Love is deep, loneliness is hard to hide, and whispers in my ears are like sighs when flowers fall; Love is endless, and everyone will feel pity when they are lonely all their lives, spreading silently in the hazy air; The flood of running water, with all the breeze, dyed the writing paper white.

3, the breeze dances the bright moon, and the dream falls between flowers. When I wake up, it seems like a lifetime ago, and my brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you stroking the jade emperor again and playing the strings drunk? Looking at the Millennium, prosperity has passed, but my infatuation has not changed. It's a pity that after wandering for several times, it's still sweet talk among the flowers in my dream.

We are all passers-by in the world of mortals. I'm obsessed with you? Who broke my heart for me? The vast sea of people, who am I staying for? Who is waiting for me? How long can the scenery of the hidden moon be treasured? The world of mortals smiles, how many people have never found their true love, and how many people have lost themselves in the search. . . . Tears for the residual flowers in the sunset, so that the love of a lifetime turns into the withering of the corner of my eye.

5, if possible, I can accompany you for a thousand years, I just want to care about your smile; If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?

6. Love is hurt, how many people have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings are sad, how many are cold, and how many thoughts have passed away. Even if the moth puts out the fire, it still does not hesitate. It only looks at love and hurts others, but it can't be cut off for life. Triggered a long love affair, shed many spoony tears, drank a cup of turbid wine, and tasted many ordinary loves! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life.

7, a rustling, human joys and sorrows. With a touch of vicissitudes, the sleeves are full of fragrance, and the secular feelings disappear without a trace. Dancing through your fingers, falling into a busy life, playing a romantic and sad song. A bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, passes through the Millennium dust. Lonely fingers slip through the sadness of the soul, and how much affection is left. How many smiles and tears are flying in the sky, suddenly looking back, a daze dream, dedicated to tenderness and poetry all my life, but I have already lost you in the melancholy review.

8. If life is just like first sight, what is autumn wind sorrow? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. Love doesn't have to die, the fragrance is just right, and ruthlessness is not necessarily a refusal. I just want you to remember: love at first sight.

9. Looking back on past lives, this life has become attached, and the world of mortals is rolling. Who can follow! The so-called Iraqis, water side, hard to rely on, tears flow thousands of times! A person leaning against the window, the bright moon in the sky, looking around, a person sad! Love is hard to cut, lovesickness is hard to break, I think about it day and night, and I look forward to it every night! Magpie in the branches, with sadness, hopeless heart, tears spilled on the skirt! Time flies, how can it be wasted? Beauty is easy to get old, but how to flow? If you are interdependent, don't leave!

10, tears in the sea, Wushan cloud, red dust, suddenly looking back, that flower-like face, that tender feelings like the sea, will shine endless light and shadow, and carve eternal beautiful moments on the volume of history. Tonight, I stay away from the blue boat and the grass; I don't want to dance on the willow tree, and I don't remember flying flowers. The clouds are broken and the shadows are oblique; The geese passed by and settled quietly. At this point, I just want to be with you, * * * ChanJuan.

1 1, sad, whose piano music softened into a Qian Qian knot? The moon falls and the crow falls. Whose wind and frost have been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provokes infatuation, it is doomed to go through a thousand years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I got drunk in my past life for no reason. Deep in the lotus root, Liuan, misty rain terrace is still a Wang Yang.

12, in the dream, whose Yu Di is lingering and whose singing is melodious and tactfully? The sound of the wind is like the sound of nature on the earth. The echo drops from the running water, crosses the mountains and falls in the wind hundreds of times. The slightest tenderness is like a flower falling all over the sky. The petals float across the beauty and fall on the pillow, melting into thousands in the dream. When you listen to forget yourself, three points of water and seven points of spring scenery, and the wine is very sweet.

13. Looking back for the last time on Naihe Bridge, I turned the last trace of nostalgia for the world of mortals into two lines of clear tears on my pale cheeks. Tears entered Meng Po Tang and stayed in Sansheng Stone and past lives. Many samsaras came to my eyes, frozen for thousands of years, lonely for thousands of years, and everything was silent at that moment. How can we leave in previous lives, meet in this life, and meet again in the afterlife? Life is like a dream, a thousand times. . .

14, that day, you are the end of the world, I am the cape, in pairs, do not rely on each other to despair; At that time, you were the bright moon and I was the clear spring, inseparable and entangled; In that life, you were by Qingshui River and I was by Naihe Bridge. Your affectionate call, my affectionate. After all, we are not fairy tales. With you, we are just cartoons that I missed my whole life.

15. Missing is the wind without direction, which blows away the traces of years. Messy dance steps, through the long seasons, nirvana into poetry in warm days. Even if we can't depend on each other closely, we look forward to the opportunity to get close to each other. The footsteps drifting away, the hurt feelings inch by inch, measure a kind of sadness called distance in the exhausted gap between heart and heart.

16, look, who's sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the curtain full of fallen flowers. Soft whispers, rustling sighs, mumbling acacia, charming the enchanting youth of rouge. Listen, who is playing the sad chord in the world of mortals? Who is it, indulging in the misty rain and the world of mortals, writing all the human customs, a Tang poem, a Song poem, and a flute lingering fragrance, which made me nostalgic in previous lives.

17, if a beautiful woman has a dream, then a gentleman can solve it; If a gentleman has words, then a beauty can listen; When all the prosperity is exhausted, it will turn into misty rain, wither with flowers, bend with the moon, the frost is heavy, and I am lonely as smoke. You sit alone like a lotus, and the evening breeze quietly passes through the window lattice, leaving a clear ice pain and a touch of worry. When can you read those affectionate eyes?

18, the Iraqis in the mirror and the shadows of flowers on the moon are all gone. If the world misses, who will I think of? Wash away the lead, repair the capacity and cover up the heart, and love will go with the wind. Who am I willing to forget? The world of mortals is locked in, only because of a sense of nostalgia. Looking back, Zhan Yan chuckled, I will not live up to my lovesickness in my life. I only have feelings for you, Zhan Yan recalled. The whole city is a warm and smiling pear vortex. I just want you to look back once and see my affection.

19, you are the pearl before the Buddha. When the dust settles, the memory of love is as bleak as the wind and frost. I am willing to fall in love with you in my last life, perhaps just to exchange my meeting with you in this life. I can't dream because of your lotus nut, I just want to get the flowers in this life and the thousands of years of waiting for you and me in my last life!

20, want to be together, it is difficult to look at each other, heartbreaking; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.

2 1, thinking about this life, the wind and smoke are fleeting, holding hands in the world of mortals, and setting the word for love. Two people depend on each other, like flowers, you are my only warmth, undeniable, and the bustling lips are lingering. That day, the sky was gloomy, just like my mood. Step on the broken sadness, close your eyes and can't remember your complete smile. At this time, it began to snow in my world.

22. You are the tenderness of my last life, and the fragrance of my pillow wafts in the moonlight, warming my lifelong attachment. A flood of autumn water flows in my eyes, and my thoughts are full of urgency. Under the bright moon, I am still a dreamy woman, with long hair fluttering, dancing and taking pictures as a souvenir. And thousands of miles away, do you caress the sword and recite, white clothes are better than snow, and your smile is clear.

23. I spent all my youth, but I couldn't get out of the long rainy season. I sang all the way, turned around all the way, with endless aftertaste and shed tears. I turned my heart into dew, perched on the broad leaves of my dream, and fell asleep, waiting for the morning light in the afterlife to wake me up gently. Then, in this life, can you allow me to settle down and return my innocent heart to the moon, as gentle as jade and with clear eyes, just like Ying Ying when I first saw him?

24. Whispering sky, endless sadness, softened into a Qian Qian knot under whose piano music? The moon falls and the crow falls. Whose wind and frost have been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provokes infatuation, it is doomed to go through a thousand years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I got drunk in my past life for no reason. Deep in the lotus root, Liuan, misty rain terrace is still a Wang Yang.

25, a wisp of smoke, curling up, green dragonfly water, catkins fluttering. Floating life is like a dream, quiet as water, not asking about feelings and troubles. I only wish you a good life, a good past life and a bitter life. No matter rain or snow, I just want to be indifferent, drunk and dream of death, fill my half-life displacement and bid farewell to my life. Peeling and covered with scars, waiting for the phoenix nirvana, I wish to send a piece of paper in desolation, and I wish to have clothes in this life.

26, want to be together, it is difficult to look at each other, heartbreaking; Love is fleeting, but hate is long and the lights are dim. Traveling in Qian Shan, wading through thousands of waters, missing tears on the road; Spring flowers bloom, autumn leaves fall, and fragrance remains after prosperity; Looking at the sky, sighing the bright moon, lonely and melancholy; The wine is strong, the heart is drunk, and the shirt is lightly sleeved; Thinking of autumn water, thinking of Iraqis, close at hand, close to Yuanyang; The love of past lives, the debt of this life, the dream of reincarnation of the world of mortals.