On Wuhan empty city

I am on the other side of the river, and the Watcher has come back, but there is no hope of coming back.

Second, misty rain, the world of mortals, a little tears, endless worries, such as misty rain, endless sighs of love, such as the world of mortals.

Third, the paper is a little worn and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.

Fourth, I will never see that night again. A little quiet, saying that I will accompany you all my life.

Five, the vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is exhausted. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Six, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

Seven, accustomed to the changes of the years, just understand, some people, don't be too hard, some things, don't have to be too determined. Chen Chi, vanity, crossed the cold thousands of miles away and met the quiet mountains and rivers inside. In the dusty heart, I forgot the invitation of the flowers on the other side, and Qian Fan slowly fell down, silent and heavy.

Eight, I waited all my life, but I couldn't get your instant gaze.

Nine, like smoke, whose life has been subverted? It's like a dream. Who changed it? I can't get rid of my love affair, locking my eyes. I can't complain about two futility and tears. Sad new words and old worries can't be finished. I can't stop falling in love with the whole city, I can only go with the flow. Who is a song of acacia thin for? Who have you been staying for all your life? From sunrise to dusk, from blooming to falling red. I have been waiting in the dim light. Remember, the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either.

Ten, feelings are hard to give up, and it is hard to stay in my heart. It will turn into sand between your fingers in a blink of an eye. It is better to live forever, forget each other, go home, see the green hills looming, run all the way, and look at the horizon.

I only hope that the moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, and the person in front of me is my sweetheart. Always be a spectator, but people are people in the play.

Twelve, flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, grow in spring, fall leaves in summer, bloom in autumn, retreat in winter, and never see flowers and leaves. .

Thirteen, the heart does not move, what about the wind? If you don't get hurt, the years will be fine.

Fourteen, still water depth, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy. Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. Dark clouds covered the moon and no one was there. I can't tell you how lonely you are!

Fifteen, a flower and a world, a leaf and a pursuit. A song and a sigh, a person's life.

Sixteen, draw your life with my three thousand pen and ink. Talk about classic ancient customs.

Seventeen, Qingfeng got a three-foot sword, drunk and cut into the sky and fell into Changhong.

Eighteen, the wind told me that it waited for a thousand years and wasted into a drop of ink in the painting.

Nineteen, the vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is exhausted. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Twenty, drink thousands of feet, and you will become lovesick in the quiet night, so it is difficult to wave a wisp of affection. Fragments of the past, into a lifetime of sorrow. Unforgettable, long-lasting thoughts are torn into silk thread. I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are scattered everywhere. I cut out a thin Leng Yue and remember it vividly, forming a continuous relationship.

Twenty-one, women are red flowers, and love is the nutrient that sustains life.

Twenty-two, misty waves, Liu Yiyi. Who is it, standing in Tingzhou, full of apple blossoms, looking through autumn water, leaving the song and leaving people, still not returning.

Twenty-three, light a lamp, listen to the lonely flute all night, wait for a person, wait for three or four rounds.

Twenty-four, the long strip, countless fireworks, you look back with lanterns, pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

25. If we can meet again in rainy days, can we invite the immortals in the painting to enjoy the flowers and the moon?

Twenty-six, who will smoke, scattered the vertical and horizontal knots.

Twenty-seven, if you say the heights are too cold, I'll give you the mountain.

Twenty-eight, as beautiful as flowers and jade, but also like water; If the heart is like a rock, it can't beat the clouds. There are too few people in this world who care about each other, and too many people in the Jianghu forget each other.

Twenty-nine, when I was waiting for the blue sky in Jiangnan, did you send a jade book?

Thirty, I've been waiting all my life, but I can't get your instant gaze.

Don't be confused, don't be trapped in love, don't be afraid of the future, don't think about the past, so be safe.

Thirty-two, at both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore, and a moment of eye contact made us unforgettable.

Thirty-three, the guzheng is sweet, and the guqin is sweet. Guzheng is like Hua Dan, and guqin is like Tsing Yi.