How many lovesickness, how many feelings the wind blows all kinds of worries, fragrant into shallow poems, soft ancient sentence sets.

0 1. If love is deep, how can dreams flow? Sitting on the broken porch window, I saw that the green dress was missing her shirt. Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, and January burns a dusty road. Cold and slippery, dancing in the snow, grinding the earth with a smile. The frost blows the years and the wind stains the eyes, and the half flute is full of bamboo flowers. The fragrance is still fragrant every year, the throat is clear and jade is washed by hands, and the beads are cold in the sleeves. The moon sets in Pinghu, worrying about life, biting flowers and cherishing ink. Shallow want to fly, drizzle chase, intermittent thin blue light.

02. Acacia red flute is short, comparable to a growth. The snowfield is vast, but it is white and boundless. My thoughts are burning, and only the pain is endless. An inch of sorrow falls, and layers of idle tears leak. Wheatgrass hung in the sun, intoxicated with Meijia all the way.

03. Fang Fei is full of sleeves and incense in the West Building. Another year of shame, Taolin drunk and elegant. Are Iraqis okay? Rain over the canyon, butterflies are fragrant, floating and sad, good play and good dreams!

04. Bixi Zheng Qing, under the green micro-frame, the snow is quiet and fragrant. Jade bird holds the spring mud, paving the way for someone's missing, missing layer by layer, gently folding pearls and jade around the fingertips. But one eye was short, and acacia grew from then on. Dilouxia, fingertip sand, cornices, condensed into blue and red dust, warm each other. I miss Qianshan when I think of it.

05. Rain beats banana fat, frost deceives autumn chrysanthemum thin. Beautiful green mountains and clear water surround the beautiful building. Song Wan smiled to tears in the breeze. Have a boat, so that you can show a thousand rivers. 06. Water is red, purple bamboo has a new tune, and soup is autumn rhyme. Where are the flowers? Thought of here, I am close at hand, shouldering the feelings of the world. Give all your tenderness to your smiling face. I just want to meet you again in my next life. * * * This mountain is long and wide. The sky is blue and the moon is blue.

07. Vegetarian notes are fragrant and dyed, and apricot blossoms are sparse. The wind blew a pool of spring water. If the heart is like a ripple, whose emotion is it for? Flowers are blooming and full of clothes. Love is like a flower, how to lock the deep spring?

08. Expose the dull notes lightly, and let the gaunt pen write the thin moon. Qian Fan is full of melancholy, silent in love and silent in thinking. The moon enters the window, falls in the eye, sighs and sings alone. I understand your loneliness? Do I sympathize with your pain? Leaves relax, the heart warms the ocean, and I always think about it in my dreams. Mo Yan's meaning is difficult to be flat, and the sun and the moon are proud!

09. I hate that you are not like the wind in front of the steps, gently blowing my ears, cutting green ripples and making Ren Fang beautiful as spring. Smell the birds, smell the blue dream, the clear spring lies on the stone and the number is loose. It's red and warm in Jinli, and fragrant and cold in Xuanli. Who knows in the morning? * * * hating you is like having the upper hand in the hall. It's a few degrees soft, and it brings dusk clouds and morning bells. Wandering on the moon and living in Qiu Tong is a waste of tears. The wind invaded the chrysanthemum thin, the frost stained cinnamon, and the flying floc disappeared without a trace.

10. bend your head to get lotus seeds, and the lotus pond is as clear as water. Where there is a faint fragrance, there is only green. With infinite worries, who will get a small smoke bomb? The skirt is folded, the lotus leaf is clear, the moon is full and the moon is lacking, and the flowers fly with the rain, half a lamp is beautiful. Who is drunk? The moon sinks in the west building, and the lotus pond piles up smoke. Who missed whose tears? A mouthful of tea is very friendly. I haven't stopped for a hundred times. I saw the lotus skirt dancing, and only a few people were enjoying the lotus in the misty rain! Mountains and rivers flow, dreams break into injuries, and there is a lack of half-moon mirrors every night. If you are in full bloom, the breeze will come.

1 1. Smile a few times. If it is so beautiful, Han Mei is infatuated with the shadow, wandering alone in the forest, lingering in the water, and Leng Yue is sleepless, beautiful, beautiful. The fate is exhausted, when will the flowers bloom in spring? Long song's short poems are full of ink. Flocculant flying, plain heart shallow brewing, unconsciously falling red late.

12. Flowers bloom and fall, you lie alone in Bixi, red continues, ice strings are thick and urgent, old dreams come late, and tears are full. How can you count the plum rains? Smoke locks the moon, shadows rain in Gai Lou, and prosperity is more worrying. The flute choked and quietly rhymed. Who embroidered plum blossoms in Zita Law? Lonely and enchanting ice wheel, the cold plum leaves dust fragrance, the sound is long, the wind passes through the seamless green shore, and acacia is one inch long!

13. Spring red purple butterfly tree with mud and scattered smoke dew. The voice is sad and heartbreaking. Sleepless all night, I hate to stay bitter, and I still cross the bright moon. Yesterday, the horizon was close at hand, and tonight, Bud is playing acacia.

14. Meihuasu wears snow as clothes, 28 cents. Wind and frost secretly dyed youth, idiot 3 thousand, cold and half charming purple shirt. Step by step, swaying, sighing in dreams, who pity the aftertaste? Why not support a long pole and get on a blue boat alone, so that you can learn to ferry in the sea of the world. Even if you sit on a rock and catch a wish, you should lie drunk at the end of the flower and invade your skirt.

15. Life is a passer-by, why is it Qian Qian? In the past, all kinds of green water reflections are now in the cabinet. It's hard to show lilac knots on bananas without knowing them. Talking and laughing, the wind is light and the clouds are light, the epiphyllum is amazing, and the misty rain lake is fragrant.

16. Fan Huameng, looking at the spring city, there are no flying flowers, tears at night, heartbreaking. I miss you for a long time, but I'm still lonely. It's hard to send old snow notes because Xiaoxiang embroidered bamboo. Water goes without a trace, flowers go today; Autumn is red and thin and cool, and the moon moves and the shadows flow alone. When your sleeve dances, you mess up my world.

17. flying flowers attack the fragrant moon, and beauty is in the distance. Burn a piece of plain paper, dye a finger of light ink, and laugh to see that beauty is similar to flowers, and it is still spring breeze every year! Love is profound, the wind is full of laughter in love the water, and I don't know how to get home. ......

18. Time is like a river. How many times have the waves passed? How many rosy cheeks have faded from spring? Flocculate flies, clouds cover the fog. If people are as light as water, their hearts are as light as white lotus, and osmanthus flowers are as light as streams. ......

19. su rui is crazy about learning ink one by one. Who is not a joke? Don't complain that spring is short and summer is long. When the water is beautiful, pour out your sorrow with the moon and melt the green hills bit by bit.

20. The mountains are blue and white, and the words of acacia are melancholy. Where to synthesize sorrow, away from people's hearts. Pear blossom month, plum blossom snow, who can solve one water cloud, one shore is red, the other half is blurred, the Spring Festival has passed. Draw a circle If the dream is a full moon, draw a butterfly with wings like a flower heart, and draw a lotus with a quiet voice, it is difficult to draw you like a smile. Not far away, it is the time when people look back and get drunk. If sadness comes, may you and I not be there!

2 1. There are clouds in the sky, water in the bottle, and the mood is declining. Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, fog lock swallow lock ice.

22. Sitting and listening to drunkenness makes you tired at night. The drifting thread reflects the gurgling stream, and the snow cries gently.

23. Quiet and tender bamboo listens to the new rain, and the blue heart is clear. A hundred flowers are too fragrant to be collected, and a rhyme is everywhere.

24. The fresh wind of flying flowers adorns Yunlong, the clouds are graceful and exquisite, and the Iraqis turn around and draw a rainbow in front of the window.

25. In the dream, the snow is dancing in the spring breeze, and the leaves of an acacia tree are green and become a lake. Borrow half a pool of wine, and this life will be no longer bitter.

26. Clouds and waters are Zen, dancing in Songtao, and the breeze is Ren Woxing step by step. Light bamboo drops green wind and spring dawn, and fishing boats sing tender feelings.

27. The dragon is at ease in the world, and since then, he has gained another pride around him. Flowers bloom and fall, and you can laugh at the fragrance every time.

28. Liu Anbi hangs soft silk and swings three thousand acacia languages. Flocculent flying flowers curl up to the fairy, pouring out the secrets of infinite snowflakes.

29. The whole city is snowing in the moonlight, and it is barren and half empty. See wisteria laughing at vanilla again, with the sound of acacia knot.

30. There are thousands of trees in a foreign land, and the sky is foggy. Cold dew dizzy glazed heart, misty rain counts the breeze.

3 1. After the colorful wind and frost, flowers fly with butterflies, and it is unbearable to be lonely. Running water, Xiao Xia, watching the piano fight for crossing, water meets rain.

32. A lake is misty and rainy, and life is like a butterfly dance. Anneng wins the flower sleeve, making it a pillow snow curtain.

33. Lightly untie the red and gather the spring breeze, and the dance turns to the peach forest fragrance without trace. Flying willows sweep the blue waves and raise a dream of a thousand layers of heart lake.

34. White chrysanthemums are like frost and snow, and the morning dew is wet and the flowers are fragrant. The sunrise is intoxicating and charming, and the lotus pond is stained with cold makeup.

35. In the morning, the breeze sounds ethereal, the clock dances and the sunset sets. At dusk, I enter the stream to smell the bamboo wind, and drum wash the river blue to win the secluded forest.

36. The moon is lonely and the stars are staring at the wind, and the red flies and the spring is sad. I fished all the snow in Qian Shan in one breath and never laughed at pear blossoms again.

37. Flowers are silent and fragrant, and clear autumn sweeps the temples. Wan Lin leaves don't mourn, and Zimo smiles next year.

Looking back at Lan Lian, we can see that the curtains are covered with red flowers. The most heartless thing in the world, Ada Moshan is still green.

39. Yingying dances at night and swims in ink. 3 thousand thin and beautiful words, there is no place in the world to arrange them.

40. It is difficult for a cool breeze to sweep away grievances, and it is difficult for the Jade Emperor to dream a dream late. Mist weaves a silver belt, and silent whispers light up the heart.

4 1. Yu Di caressed the windless strings and sobbed. Dancing freely and worrying endlessly.

Broken bridge snow, broken chapters, drunk flowers. Gently ask Jade Bird, where to embroider lotus flowers?

42. It is raining heavily at the end of pear pier. Rouge snow, Xia Zi pile. The smoke is vast and dazzling.

Spring mountains and autumn waters are all caused by it, and the dividends are gone.

From the moon to the heavenly heart, the river will shine, the sails will hide, and the cold stars will peep. Half the rain and tears crushed Mo Chi.

The amorous feelings are infinite, and the wind blows down. Who has seen it? Words turn to dust.

43. Xiaohong drunk the window, the shore was full of flowers, and her heart was cold. The wind and sand are always busy with the snow and the moon, the kites are also chaotic, and the shadows are flowing. When the rustle falls on the clouds, the purple smoke is warm and fragrant, and the dust is hazy. When you are free, you will start countless injuries. Why do you row a boat in spring? What do you want to wear in autumn? 44. The drizzle moistens the curtains in Hunan, smiling and smiling deeply. Where * * * embroidered butterfly lovers, drinking notice flowers all over the sky. Liu Tichun Yan Lanxi sleeps, and the drizzle moistens the curtain of Hunan. Everyone in a devoted love is the same as before, only admiring the beautiful shadow but not the fairy. Gui Yilan's dream is easy to live, and acacia sends spring to fly. The drizzle moistens the curtain and looks back at Xia Zitang. Blue-and-white splash-ink piano enters the ridge, and Yunxia shows color and freehand brushwork. Thousands of rivers and waters are full of love, and the drizzle moistens the curtain of Hunan. 45. Jade is a petal for a skirt, and the plain sound is twisted with snow. Don't say that the sludge stayed for half her life, she is still a clear and white sentient being.

46. A pot of Shui Piao reached my throat, and the flying floc wet my eyes. Where is the silence in the middle of the night, fingers are soft every month.

Looking forward to the west building, I can't get it back. Flowers bloom for a season, just laughing and dreaming, who will stay in Suyu?

47. The morning lotus wears light makeup, and the light fog covers the residual fragrance. If the flower speaks, it is also stupid, melancholy and choked. * * * The inkstone is bound to be cold. Who is the leader of red medicine by the bridge? The old dream is charming and lonely, bitter, and the bamboo shadow is broken!

48. Flying dreams, thin shadows are cold. Exquisite and fragile, flowers move every month. At the end of the cloud, there is a Moshan. The smoke cage is light and the wind is full of sleeves. * * * Long-cherished wish knot, clear cream. Diane's eyebrows are shallow and the night is dim. Wear plain makeup on your face. When you smile, the emerald skirt dances far away.

49. The wind is blue, and the spring mountain is shallow with pear blossoms. Don't ask a hundred questions, the lotus is wrapped in cicadas. Heart rain, heart rain, pouring wine at dusk.

50. bitter snow, making tea and warming the sleeves of Zen, flying flowers in my dreams. Listen to the rain at the west window to relieve anxiety. Still water flows deeply and is calm, which has nothing to do with romantic affairs. Have tea with you in the valley.

5 1. Enjoy the cool outside the curtain, think quietly and overlook the busyness of the butterfly in the sparse forest. Cloud flow, shallow accumulation of white cold incense. Liuli Yin Qing is composing a moving movement in the drizzle. The beautiful image of the lotus refutes a pool of tenderness in the moonlight. Lotus is visible, but for whom is the color of lotus bright? Qing Zi was silent. Who is Lian Xiang? 52. If you can see through the world of mortals, who will hold tender feelings in the left hand and Yang Huaxue in the right hand, go down the mountain and comfort my sorrow carefully on the lavender, and hug me tightly quietly? If I can see through the world of mortals, I will make a spring rain all the way. A lake is clear and the moon is bright, and the bridge is broken and the snow is not sealed. It is difficult to lock love in Shan Ye. The shadow of bamboo leaves will cover your vicissitudes, and the twist of autumn water will wash away your eternal legacy.

I haven't arrived yet, my heart has thanked me, I am comfortable and happy, and I am smiling. The spring breeze came again, and the silence and fragrance spread all over Taowu Pear Dragon. There is no trace of still water, listening to the barren and prosperous green leaves. At dusk, there is a dream. I have no words in my heart, hoping that the flying flowers will be brilliant and lonely. The silence of the goose gradually fades away, and there are many kinds of tenderness, but it is helpless after all. Who melts your Millennium ice heart, who meets your drunken dreams? Sigh, the mountains and rivers flow eastward, has it changed the world?

54. A bridge is called helplessness; A river, called Forgetting River. On the banks of Sansheng Stone, Iraqis are still there. I am willing to accompany you to laugh three thousand times and leave without regrets; Remembering beauty as jade, sword as rainbow, breaking vanity; Unfortunately, Hong Fei has tried his best to worry about every word, and it is hard to think about it. Between the mirror and the hidden moon. He smiled and drank Meng Po soup. She doesn't cry for beauty! And the rain is invincible, and the world is worried. If there is an afterlife, the whole city will be warm, the clear ripples will be accompanied by a quiet moon, and the secluded pool will be thin.

55. At the foot of Jinping, you are affectionate and alluding to Bing Xin, but you are shallow. The wind is light, the frost is heavy, the sleet is heavy, and the fog is even foggy. It's too late to spend the moon now, but Shen Xin will bury it early! Tanabata is coming again. Where are you drunk? The shadows are out of step, but they are still broken. Double gulls lie in the shade of vines, and several people come to row and sing. Red-violet crane sighs that I am crazy and cries and laughs every night. Stealing the ladder of time and space is very difficult, very difficult, very difficult. How can you do it? ......

56. Twin flowers greet you with a simple heart. If you burn plum blossoms, you will be happy and beautiful. Lintan follows the lotus shadow, the vegetation is quiet, soaking in pottery, carrying fragrant wind and flying into the city. All the clothes are blessings, all the clothes are rosy clouds, the piano is absolutely fragrant all the way, and a painting soul flutters. I will accompany you all my life.

57. Don't take yourself too seriously. As long as a gust of wind sends you, it's hard to find a trace of the world alone, and Yin Hui drinks half a hook. Don't underestimate yourself too much. No one can replace infatuation and sing charming ripples on the pillow. A drizzle, a cool breeze, a curtain of dreamlike beauty, a snowy moon, a lonely shadow, two lovesickness, a thick smoke, a purple fragrance and a strange red. Follow the fate, fly with your heart, and follow the fashion. ......

58. The dream is second, and the butterfly clothes are swaying. The spring breeze is drunken, the spring is bright and the summer is clear, the autumn water is red, and the winter is warm. Zhu Yan's fragrance faded, and she didn't change, just like this song in China. Don't seek luxury, just seek the world, and the wine is warm. Listen to bamboo language on rainy nights and savor the quiet years. Duan Duan's sentimentality and sadness permeated the strings of Molly, dropping small trees and fragrant teas, inviting Gui * * * to enjoy them together. Love is like a gouache painting, beautiful and indifferent, only blessing you, leaving flowers behind.

59. The maple shadow is idle, people begin to make up, the cool wind crosses the mountain top, and the reed flowers blow down the moon and cross the river. Chill, worry, busy in the middle of the night, refreshing and nourishing the heart. Pick a sweet-scented osmanthus to decorate my ears, so that I can smell my dreams. Pick a touch of autumn red to hang in the west wing, charm my curtains and round my lights. Feather is full of fragrance, rhyme is full, willow sounds are shallow, and the depth is deep. Xiao saw 3,000 beautiful songs, and I took care of them all the way. The whole city of Yin Hui is desolate. After a short rest and thinking, it becomes a mysterious cloud.

60. Come to think of it, Wanshui Qian Shan is only around. Turning around, Mo Daoxin's dream is as far away as rivers and lakes. Take care of yourself, when the peach blossoms are in full bloom and the plain sound is snowing, don't forget your peace of mind!

6 1. Half-screen castle peak, flowing blue to cliff blue. Acacia hides clouds, and drifting always hurts.

Looking at the moon shadow, who is tired of old words. The path is fragrant, the eaves are red, and the rhyme is exclusive to the flute. Deep twisting, tender research, half annihilation and half search.

A pot of spring scenery makes the water cry. How to listen to flowers solo?

The west wind is cool, and the flying feathers sleepwalk in the purple flow. The cold rain resumed, and with the extinction of dust, the silence on the lawn became more and more dense.

63. Who can dance with wolves, with painters and laugh all their lives? Who can fly with the exhibition, twist the stars and fly for a lifetime? Who can be beautiful for a lifetime with a colorful eyebrow-folding knife? Who can be proud of the infatuation of suspension bridge? Bamboo is thin and chrysanthemum is clever, and old worries are hard to be new. Spring is more than autumn, the winding path is purple, the wind is whistling, the piano is ethereal, and the heart is old?

64. Holding a full moon, countless stars fall, making a few fast-flushers, flowers everywhere, and piles of resentment. Hold a round of Gu Yue, lightly bake it, slowly twist the wind string pavilion, decorate the wet branches, and remotely irrigate the moth eyebrows. Embroider a green flower in your heart, drop a peerless lotus flower, stand proudly and quietly, open slightly and cool slightly, and be the dust chief of Zi Ling. I planted my whispering spring breeze, woven soft waves and shook the fallen leaves. Rushed to the rich and lush thoughts, relying on the diagonal bar alone, whose smile is it?

65. Fold a river in Shui Piao, if the jade is moist, laugh at the beautiful scenery and play the green flute. A vortex falling flowers enchanting, Wan Teng lingering sigh, drunk love life lute, stained with maple frost. The oblique light is short, the moon shadow is chaotic, the gauze skirt is fragrant, and the jade peak is full of water, leaving only a clear Zheng and a long dream. It's even colder. Spring oars invited, pear flowers plated with chardonnay boat, foggy night cold, afraid of Song Qian faint cry. Colorful notes spread out, and I was happy with my thoughts, half-hearted.

66. The person waiting for me, I have no dreams to give, and I am like Hà Thu; Heart: Why are you a dream girl again? All flowers bloom only for a moment, the world of mortals is easy to become sad, the spring breeze is charming, and the fingertips are uneven, but I hate the relentless wind and rain, bees and butterflies looking for fragrance, the wind destroying flowers, the moon marks dreams, and the good scenery is hard to stay. There is also a kind of sadness dancing in the wind. Time brings us not only the distance, but also the other side that we can never cross. ........

67. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain and snow, and heaven and earth meet, dare to break with you. But before the end of the world, it has blurred your wandering back. A beautiful place, is it worth spending all your money to travel around your world? When the breeze rises, the water is easy to cool, so you can sing gently and recall the past. Under the umbrella of floral paper on the Qingming rain, who joked for three thousand years, time passed, and I suddenly looked back, you are no longer my who. Both love and hate hurt people. Perhaps only if you don't love or hate can you not be sad or happy, and the mountains and rivers are indifferent and quiet.

68. Spring has gone, and the swallow has come and flown away. Looking through the autumn water, the peach blossom still smiles at the spring breeze, and even though my eyes are full of sadness and homesickness, I will never regret the beauty of my first meeting, the drunkenness of goodbye and the brilliance of knowing each other. Where there is no flying sound, the spring breeze sings more beautifully than the fishing shore, which is suspected to be the night sky with strong bamboo rhyme!

69. If you hate me, you can forget me. I would rather repeat my mistakes and hurt you more. If you hurt me, you can be free. I won't dodge or hide, let you go through all the arrows. If you leave me, you will be very angry. Always ask Buddha for help. I owe you a lot in this life, and I will pay you back in the afterlife. If you are sad, you must be strong and say, I will laugh like yesterday and listen to your decision. If you persist in plain ink, plum branches embroider thousands of flowers, and there is a heart lock in the sky, locking the locks of the past will no longer be different.

70. In the twilight, the bluestone beside the pillow stream melts in the picturesque landscape, listening to the flowing, it is refreshing. Move mountains and turn water. The mountains are mighty and the water is gentle; Swaying wind, changing clouds, wet wind, faint clouds; Silent trees, colorful flowers, strong trees, delicate flowers. The moist and fresh wind wafts gently, and the fragrance of flowers caresses your face, blows shadows and wrinkles the water in the pool. Looking up at the sky, the sea of clouds, the sea of flowers, the afterglow of the sunset, a quiet overflow. Water flows from the deep heart, rippling slightly.

7 1. A person, a book, a cup of tea, a dream. Taste life, experience the quiet years. Floating in the world, but cherish; Life is short, so let it be. Watching the morning glow at the seaside, watching it in the moonlight, psychedelic!

72. Rain, poetry, flowers, swaying into paintings, dreams, words, feelings, crushed into incense. Who, delimit the ground as a prison to count the affairs, who, who, who, who, half stupid and half worried, thin and thin. I know you, the dull notes are full of blue and white, and you are enchanting in the mountains.

73. The soft mud by the lake dyed thousands of flowers, the branches of madder dripped green, and the tapestry of Bai Causeway willow blew thousands of fine flowers. Who planted the soft wind, Qian Fan and Conan, singing in the dream, lingering for thousands of years, leaving a aftertaste, where is wet eyes and shallow eyes? Who reminisces about the old days? Pears are fragrant, the soul disappears, and thousands of people are drunk. Meeting without feelings is tantamount to saying "unforgettable", and blue tears splash and instantly pour thousands of flowers. The golden water is sky-long, Su Qin gives with it, and Qian Qian sings with his eyebrows.

74. Loneliness is an enchanting violet that blooms in the quiet night, inexplicably blooming in the depths of another heart pool, full of fragrance, seemingly illusory, swaying gracefully every day, clearly destroying the flower-like soul that touches every smile, vaguely crushing every page, like a graceful dream floating in the river. Loneliness is synonymous with self-cultivation, restraint, elegance and elegance, and loneliness is also an invisible killer who consumes all his internal forces and thoughts.

75. A pillow of frost and a pillow of language, a word of confusion and a word of memory, a memory of the return of an old friend, a farewell song and a miss. A flower, a forest and a river, a smile, a intoxication, a loneliness, a flower, a cup of tea, a heartbreak, a sadness, a charm, a line and a dream. The south branch of plum blossom is soaked in cold dew, which is difficult to express and bitter. ......

76. Who is happy and you accept everything, who buys your tenderness? Others laugh at my thick clothes, but I don't know that your heart has traveled far. The Millennium is cold and solemn, throwing away all leisure and scattering red beans. Shake a jade pillow and wet your eyes, dreaming of making osmanthus wine. I laugh at others because they are cold. How can I stay warm and feel sorry for myself? Ling Xiao sat in the dark and hazy old house, thinking about it alone. Smoke lock wheatgrass cry lancome, only wave heart Yin Hui. A beautiful year, flowers wither in the forest, buried in the heart, worrying about the past and the future, dancing in the clear autumn.

77. The so-called forever only represents yesterday. The so-called love only represents time. Some people live in memory, unforgettable; Some people live nearby, but far away. Acacia turns into sadness when gazing, and turns into resentment when looking back. The bright moon in the old days is an unsustainable and everlasting promise, and an everlasting oath that cannot be kept. The entanglement in my heart can solve the knot, but it can't solve the robbery. Entanglement, or injury, let go, and gradually change the jade butterfly.

78. Buckle the horizon and the moon, you are anxious. The cold wind is blurred, sad and light, the bamboo shadow is long and broken, the song is like a butterfly, the starry sky floats alone, the sleeves are full of confusion, and it is empty and sad. The lotus fragrance across the pond is far from illusion and near chaos, and the coolness makes the lotus always bitter. To be clear, it turned out to be self-deception. Sliced lotus roots are like cigarettes, bamboo slips and cocoon-peeling insects. A season's ups and downs, a page of flying catkins, a warm heart, a ups and downs, a long, three meals a step Jiu Si, don't worry.

79. I miss you in the wind. I have been living on the edge of a dream with beautiful memories. I always bask in a thin plum branch through the bright moonlight, and I am sad all the time. Love is so short, but forgetting is so long. The night gives me bright eyes, but I want to use them alone to find light. Endless poverty worries, self-talk and self-listening, and I don't feel old, but the flowers are still good and the dreams are still early. One step is clear, three meals are silent, and tears fall in front of you.

80. The unforgettable Lijiang is beautiful, romantic and beautiful. The charming Lijiang is drunk, and the wooden house is painted with Naxi silver ... I can't keep time, but I can't live without Lijiang. The quiet years flow at the bottom of the bridge, as clear as a song ... When I borrowed butterfly wings, I was fascinated by the Lijiang River at the corner of the square. I was worried, but I didn't know what was the most unforgettable. Old Town of Lijiang is ancient and has a shallow lake.

8 1. Yesterday has passed, and it is still far away. The weather is fine today, and the moon is going home. Tomorrow is a dream and the flowers are burning. Clouds move with the wind, and feelings follow. If the heart doesn't move, people don't feel pain. If there is no ruthlessness, there will be no parting!

82. The stars move, the flying flowers walk month by month, singing and dancing. Do you like the king? At this time, the blue sky and green water are long. The wind, flowers, snow and moon wash away the shallow worries, and the clear autumn turns red into charming. Heart lotus swaying step by step, a smile is worth a thousand dust.

83. The wind is affectionate, the water laughs, the clouds roll the sky, and the autumn leaves dance. The mountain is silent, I am speechless, and my heart is only moving for you. Water is silent, I am silent, and my heart is happy and praying because of you. Looking back, purple flowers bloom, and light songs pass by my ears, thinking of you silently. My eyebrows are low, my fragrance is fragrant, and I miss you in a misty rain. People are far away and my feelings are deep in my heart. ......

84. The autumn wind dances with the green leaves in Chiba, and I revisit the house in the depths of the water. People are thousands of miles away and my heart is at the bottom of the lake. Painting mountains and listening to the rain copy you, fingertips gently pile up into joy. Clouds are ethereal, people are ethereal, and mountains and heavy waters are doubtful.

85. Flowers bloom and fall like sorrow, and wither once and for all. The sky in Ren Woxing is high and the clouds are light, and ancient Egypt has not been defiled. If the chrysanthemum is fragrant, empty and thin, with slender petals, don't say that it has no core and lush leaves. Colorful spring has passed, and I am eager to enjoy Xue Mei. Don't drink long farewell wine, it's too late to spend, and friendship is eternal.

86. Muqin is clean every year, with misty rain every month. Clouds turn into rain every day, and rain moistens thousands of branches, which Xue Mei has always admired. A month's diarrhea and a city's yearning turned into sorrow, and a pool of residual red turned into wine.

87. Clouds go around the sunset, Ling Bo flows with soft clouds, bamboo is seen on the railing, flowers and trees are deep in Qingxi, jade plates embroider wrists, and drunkenness is the rain of water. Your heart is the same as mine. I am green in Reiko Kobayakawa. There is no need to be a river fairy and sing the rain bell together.

88. Clear dreams are scattered one by one. In the aftertaste, a ray of treasure. Xiao whimpered, it was raining, leaving red mud, and the blue sea and clear beach were laughing. Covering the dew and stealing pearls, the moonlight is clear, the curtain is fragrant, and the sorrow spits with the fog, and the joy will last forever.

89. Every inch of candlelight is a layer of sadness, and every inch is a layer of smoke. Sleepless, depressed, difficult to enter poetry.

90. If life is like meeting for the first time, I would like to meet each other and talk and laugh freely all the time. The eternal heart will freeze at this moment, and there is no need for all beings to die. Dimfragrance floats just right, and ruthlessness is not necessarily the end. Just remember, love at first sight. Faint Sanskrit, long affection, rain and dew, thin acacia, with the clank of the piano, a clear song invites the bright moon to sing late, and the tender flute can be lingering on a leaf cabinet, and a wisp of thoughts is as quiet as water.

9 1. meet each other over the beam, sing the sapphire case cloud, and sleep with the sun and the moon. Who is sitting on the ferry of dreams, staring at every fleeting colorful sail, counting the moonlight that has been basked all night, dressed as amber beads in the morning, swaying in the earlobe, charming and moving.

92. In your inner corner, you stand in warm water, bright and elegant. With the gentle rotation of the cloud, the floating flowers are like flowers, with the charm of meeting and the exquisiteness of the whole life.

93. The flowering trees are covered with acacia leaves, and the branches covered with fruits are covered with the sadness of missing. Unintentional worries that can't be moved, shallow gifts that can't be sent, endless blood and tears that can't be forgotten, and heart-wrenching pains that can't be forgotten.

94. Sorrow is real, tears are fake, there is nothing to miss, and it falls in an instant; One hundred years ago, May Wu Xue fell in love. You don't know me. I don't know you. Happiness is true, the heart is false, there is no gain or loss, and the situation is a moment; In One Hundred Years, Li Tao sang loneliness. You miss me, and I miss you. The back is true, people are false, there is no cause and effect, for an instant; A hundred years later, the phoenix tree was painted, without you and me.

95. Who does Hua thank? It's raining at the full moon and it's getting cold. Who is it? A hooked ice wheel is full of acacia. The breeze blew and the fields were desolate. Things are different, why not rest? How much is silence, how much is unwillingness, just like falling red and passing water. The rhythm is carefully preserved every night, and the tender thoughts are soaked with blood and tears. When cooking words to satisfy hunger, enjoy the leisure in a silver bowl full of snow. Language or silence, understanding and not understanding, knowing and not knowing, witness two worlds. I just want to come and go quietly, not surprised, not happy, not angry or sad, let nature take its course.

96. Far away, don't let melancholy blow you dry, and the magic of erosion will eventually be honed into flowers. When dreaming, don't be sad and confused. The ethereal spirit before dawn will give you flowers and clothes. Thorn birds will be as beautiful as epiphyllum, and will linger in the bright starry sky the next day. Who is heartbroken when the galaxy falls into the ink, and who is tender and sad when the shoal rapids dialysis. Looking at the floating dust, who crossed the river in the Spring and Autumn Period, * * * misty rain, misty water. At first glance, everything remains the same.

97. Catch a pool of Leng Yue and listen to the cold string. The light rain was smokeless, and yesterday's silence was subverted. Whose sigh is dancing outside the window, quietly criticizing the past chapters. Light spirit parachuted into the green, invited dandelion as a companion, the crown turned white overnight, and a handle echoed with hope and yearning. Osmanthus trees pass by, and I try to stand on tiptoe, but I still can't smell your fragrance. The dream of a four-leaf clover always pushes aside the precipitation and sadness. Looking around, it is desolate and the wind is light and the clouds are light.

98. The north wind blows and blows, making the slope red. Urge the yellow path to get drunk, and reduce the ear of rice. The lotus leaves are withered, and the new green spring is still there. Chrysanthemums sprout and become brittle the next year. The geese went to the south again, and the tired birds in the forest came back. The breeze shines in autumn water, and the face is beautiful. The old reason is that the garden is gray, inch by inch. Make fun of the spirit, and don't smile. A thousand branches are graceful, and a thousand courtyards wear flowers. Who was angered by the fragrance around JiXiaoQiao? Cicadas shed their feathers, people gradually shed, and the distant wall smells plum blossoms, but dreams still follow?

99. Whose eyes were Ming Che by a piece of ink? Who is blurred by the curtain of debris? Beautiful meeting can't draw a beautiful circle. Why is love so thin and shallow? Close your eyes and sigh lightly, let the petals fall off the branches, and the wicker blows up the ground, breaking the sadness! Shao Hua Xie Yi bowed his head and asked Su Xian, what do you miss in your heart? The world of mortals dimly leaves for a thousand years, and the dying years are short. The love of two generations also ignited tears, and I don't know if it is scattered in the mountains and seas.

100. The wind blows osmanthus fragrance, and the moon moves in disorder. Rain knocks on citron, bamboo hangs around the window, and weeping willows lead to sorrow. The blue tiles are gray rafters and the paddles are empty, so you can't row the Bank of Cui Ying. Leaning against the orchid room, dark sunset, residual lotus laughing at mud, drinking into injury. Grass worships tea, and the mind goes out early and returns late. Dream of spring in the city, every sentence is broken, wandering around, looking back step by step, stunning reed kingfisher. When the weather is cold, put on more clothes, and your heart is cold. Just add charcoal. Don't forget each other.

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