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The breeze on the bright moon is half through the window, and the night is still young and standing alone.

The end of the world is cold, where the piano sounds long.

Lonely heights are hard to hide the pain of guests, and it is easy to get hurt in amorous dreams.

I remember the most things in the world. If I have never failed in my life, I am crazy.

The frost and wind faded blue overnight, and thousands of knots were silently woven.

The mountains and rivers have gone without a trace, but the old days were autumn wind.

Never tell stories, write untitled half-page poems.

There is no acacia on the side, but I hate it in my heart and refuse to be stupid.

Profound words are full of ups and downs, and I once looked down on dust.

I think time passes like a passer-by, and time passes like a pedestrian.

The heroism of the past is now remembered and unheard of by the world.

Now, the melancholy wind is gone, and every time I am frustrated, I think about myself.

Over the years, I have lamented that I have no compassion, knowing that flow is between my fingers.

It doesn't matter that the next moss falls behind and sinks deeply.

I only have this night without baggage, but it is light and ordinary.

You know, if you look far away, you will think deeper when the stars are scattered.

Gu Feng bing Yu zi Xuan

There is crimson fairy grass called Xuan.

Without the memory of the immortal family, the world may be poor.

Fate is fruitless, and the past is not sad.

But cherish it as a sentimental language, and it will flow to the world.

The magic secret knot is an empty purple lotus.

The only moment to know each other is the fleeting time.

If you are a traveler in a fleeting time, it is cold everywhere.

I can't explain my tears, but I hate the sky

The flower has passed, but the flower has not slept.

It's easy to hide sadness, but difficult to hide it.

Unconsciously wandering, thinking about time and space.

When dusk comes, the wind falls and the flowers fall.

He has forgotten his worries, but he does not envy immortals.

He has a suitable person, if he has not lost his promise.

Gu Feng Rixing Sha Yi

In the past, ruthless guest, who * * * looked up.

The north wind is thousands of miles away, blowing geese across the border.

The moon is as cold as stone and the sword is bright and cold.

Silver frost shines on the snow blade and blows.

Travel to find the origin and listen to the wind and distant sounds.

There are many ups and downs in the battlefield, and Chu Ke is ugly.

Kill one person every day and leave no trace for several years.

Bones are empty, but I am with you.

It's easy to be a hero, but it's hard to be strong in old age.

Fame and the world are floating clouds.

Success or failure has never been fixed, and there is not a trace of sand.

He died, and ghosts and gods cried for it.

The years are still there, and it lives up to its reputation.

My Lord, the book of later generations was written by Liu Dan in green pen.

Gu Feng Luo Ying Liu Li

He is the crystallization of the wind, and I am the spirit of water. The wind is exposed at the first night, and the cold melts its shape.

With the sunset fire and the moonlight ice. At the beginning of midnight, the color separation is red and blue.

The red one is shaped into a hairpin and the young one is folded into a ring. People who don't give up are coquetry and pity.

When I heard Huan's voice, I listened to the deep sigh at dusk. Several years passed, and I forgot the past.

Swallow house every year, Bing Xin holds a shadow. I know several times of prosperity, but when I am sad.

When I returned to Qiu Lai in summer, the snow melted and the flowers bloomed again. Who should mourn for serving the people in this life?

First frost is gradually changing, and the building is empty and spring is gone. Exquisite is still in shape, can it shine in the world?

When you are drunk, you have no memory, but when you wake up, you will remember it. I used to be fascinated by the warm spring breeze, but it also hurt the snow in the cold winter.

Like a mirage, like a dream, like smoke. The only moment to know each other is to forget each other's time.

How lonely time is, don't be a spring breeze pen. If the spring breeze disappears, the dust will turn green and white.

Once abandoned in the wilderness, children occasionally pick it up. Hold it in your hand for a long time and cherish the morning and evening.

Falling flowers are crystal clear, and they are sad and white when they are idle. When the head is lower and lower, who knitted the knot?

I can't bear to wear it on my head, and the yarn is flat. A firefly that scatters the wind, a ping that makes the water spiritual.

Midnight, look at the window light. His eyes are deep, but his tears are clear.

Since you are a guest on earth, you should stay here for a while. General reality and illusion, don't worry deeply.

I was spoiled in those days, but now I am half at a loss. This kind of life is like a feeling of happiness, but it hasn't reached the bone yet.

Tianheling of Sauvignon Blanc

one

Autumn water is clear, autumn tears are full, the moon is half hidden, and the stars are thousands of miles flat.

Listening pillow, nameless. Mo Wan's previous life. A rustling dream.

two

Altair and Vega are facing Qiu Jiang, which is a magpie alliance. Have you ever been heartbroken?

Fireflies in the wind, duckweeds in the water. It hurts this situation in the world. It will clear up after the rain.

three

Ring the wind chimes and turn the wind chimes. Dream painting has not been realized for many years. Unique words in my heart.

Recalling Qingling and HongLing. Don't hate wiping your shoulders all your life. No night is unknown.

Luo Yuxuan, Xue Fei, Linjiang County

At the beginning of youth, because of the desire of spring, Xiao Ran was once dressed in autumn. Feiyun is a hometown with water. The flowers are like snow, and the frozen moon is like frost.

The jade emperor is euphemistic, and the thin curtain hides his hesitation. Spring goes and spring comes, but the window is idle. Countless threads shake, empty drunkenness is streamer.

Cut through the silver clouds, but quietly fall into the flying stars. The wind tricked the shadow into the red coffin. The clothes are scattered, but the heart is broken but silent.

I believe that Ceylon vomited and once died slowly. He is still in his twilight years. Spring skirt sleeves, but tears are blue?

A purple cloud shadow is invisible in vertical and horizontal moments. Cross the sky like a stream. The deep window is light and the mountain is low.

According to the legend in the book, plain clothes were frightened at midnight. I haven't heard the language of nightmares. That year, I lost my heart and left ice between my fingers.

The sky wandered with lights, and the night turned into smoke. Light and shadow are separated instantly. Deep fluorite purple, solid crystal blue.

In ancient times, the stars were called sparkling, and the moon tide was accompanied by rhinoceros burning. At that time, every grass and tree was very tired. And this autumn night, the river is shining on the other side.

Brocade waves are as heavy as the sea, and flowing gold is not a flower. Expectations are endless. Quiet as a ghost axe, moving to cover the morning glow.

Tian Yun once urged a bonfire, and dust and strong winds swept the yellow sand. Rise and fall, few emperors. Under the ancient ruins, the road is bustling. How are you (poetry reading)

Miss, how much weight, strength and reason do you need to carry it?

People who are always passing by in the wrong place in the noisy street, similar voices, and momentary absence.

Always imprisoned in my dark room, I saw everything, heard every voice and missed that person.

Always in the cold bed at night, I can't help but whisper a name that is too familiar and too far away.

There is always a small voice in my heart to remind myself why I still can't forget it.

always ...

Always obsessed with missing, learn to bear the separation, but learn not to bear the missing.

The temperature has dropped a little scary recently. I wonder if the man who can't take care of himself has remembered to put on more clothes. Did he catch a cold?

You said that sometimes you miss the past. I know that when a person is sick, it is easiest to miss the lost time, because people at that time are more vulnerable.

The familiar songs reverberate in my ears again, but the winter wind has a biting pain compared with last season, which reminds people of the cold pain after love leaves.

What was the scenery like this time last year? There is always a pair of warm hands holding the temperature in the cold wind, a pair of warm hands that can warm each other in the cold night, and a pair of warm hands that still have an unfrozen smile on their faces every time they cry. ...

For a year, everything around me seems to be the same, except that he has withdrawn from my world.

Tears, I don't remember how long this thing has left me.

If tears are the representative of sadness, I think I hope it will be like this forever.

But clearly there is a voice whispering in the ear, and crying but not crying is the real sadness.

I once had beautiful fantasies about love.

Come on, stop, go.

Laughed, cried, hurt. ...

Perhaps, the era of dreaming has passed, and the cruel reality can't accommodate too beautiful dreams, so waking up every night is accompanied by nightmares.

Want to see it? Of course. How long has it been? How long has it been since I heard from you? What kind of expression should I have when I meet you again?

I think I'm still in that dream that I should have woken up a long time ago. In that case, meeting will only deepen my future thoughts, not ease my current thoughts. I can't miss you, so forget it, let's not meet.

Naively think that you can wait for his heart, but how can a changed heart stay, how can a long-term relationship be abandoned, and how can you devote yourself wholeheartedly!

No one loves him more than I do!

But what's the use of loving him! Even if you love him the most, so what?

There are many people in this world who love another person stupidly, thinking that they love him the most, but how many people are loved with the person who loves them the most?

Even if they are moved and grateful, you don't have to return your love with love!

It's just that it's already a harbor where others stay, and I can't bear your love anymore. Just because the softest place in my heart has been touched, not because of love.

Don't be silly. If our favorite insists on leaving, the only thing we can do is to be kind to ourselves. It's already hurt. Do you want to do it again? The killer shouldn't be himself.

Dress yourself up again, and you will laugh wildly as before. Although the deepest pain in my heart, forever

I gave, sincerely, who is not moved?

How many times have we been touched and loved? different

Sad? Whether you are sad or not is your own business.

After turning to leave, there are no tears on my face, only memories on my body, very heavy, very heavy. ...

There is a dead end ahead, and hope is just around the corner. Suddenly want to ask: how are you?

(Music-Yani Piano Music "One's Dream")

Mengbu Fei Xuan

I met an old man and stopped in front of me.

He said, young man, look up. Hold your head high and go your own way.

I said: I am in pain, and he smiled: Is that just a glass of wine? You can still hit the road when you are drunk.

I said, I'm lonely. He smiled: that's just an illusion. It's time to realize that you loved and hated.

I said: I was helpless and he smiled. It was just a love, and it was unforgettable when we were together.

I said, I want to cry, and he smiled. Is that just a failure? If you fail again, you will never give up.

I looked up at the road and the old man's eyes were full of happiness. Pulling me bravely to take the next step.

Before stepping, I suddenly let the old man look up at the sky and sigh. I asked him; What's the matter with you, old man

It turned out that the old man lamented that my future was full of thorns and I didn't know the way back. I pointed to Songhua River and Sun Island. Happiness is rippling in my eyes.

Old man: Look, that's the direction of my road, and that's where I look for precious stones. I found it. My life direction.

Send the old man away, and I will enter my dream paradise. A year of sowing, a year of harvesting, a year of growth, and a year of departure.

If I had a time machine, I would say to everyone today:

That old man is: wisdom. That part of my life is called: life.

Every precious jade is our every effort and harvest. Sunrise by the river is where dreams begin.

When you wake up drunk, you can still hit the road.

Love and hate always have to be realized.

Meeting and breaking up are unforgettable.

If you fail again, you will never give up.

Long years, bitter years,

Willing to pay the hard way

You and I are in the dust,

A wonderful life is not wasted.

No matter how many difficulties and obstacles lie ahead, we should hold our heads high and walk our own way.

I know that the world is not perfect, and ordinary shouldn't be my sin.

When I tried my best to fly, I found myself wandering in my dream.

I know there are too many sorrows and frustrations in the world for you to face.

When your hand gently touched my shoulder, I suddenly found that love is everything.

Well, I don't want to say that I'm tired because you're not afraid of the dark anymore. I just want you to see it at the moment of sprint.

Even if the sky is getting dark, please use your life to realize that I love you the most.

Even if our dreams are getting farther and farther away, we are all each other's treasures to resist the storms of the years.

Even if the heart is getting more and more tired, we should pursue love with truth so that it can have no regrets.

Even if the road gets bumpy, we will follow closely until the wind and rain stop outside the window.

Violet tear attack of Jielian ring

In the early summer of that year, who passed me by, under the wisteria eaves.

The moonlight is pale, the dew is crystal clear, accompanied by the wind, and the water is clear and fine.

Light fragrance, like the first sleep, this body seems to be borrowed.

I remember I promised not to grow old because of the dust, but to marry with the wind.

When I was young, I dreamed of my hometown. It's that autumn is getting colder and colder, and the prosperity is fading.

I was stunned for an instant, and my bones were slightly cold. I am old, but my heart is beginning, and I have forgotten it in my life.

A glimpse of dust and weeds, a sigh of no commitment, is the afterlife.

This Jiangnan, ever remember me, driving alone at midnight?

Qin Yuanchun and Liu Shuiqing Zan

When the wind dew is zero, the rain begins to form and the handle is cold.

Think of the child's heart, and the galaxy will fall; Water shakes dreams, and abortion flows.

The moment in the pen, the scene in the mirror, floats like a light song at midnight.

Thinking of my arms is the most pitiful, not lingering.

The stars are dim. Decorate with glass and dark blue.

When dusk is old, be indifferent; Looking back late at night, it's still the same.

Dust accumulates more and more, and tears are less and less. It was April.

It is full of prosperity, delicate petals in the south of the Yangtze River and colorful water.

Christmas Eve Qinyuanchun

Zhanyue opposite the building, singing and listening, began to feel midnight.

Whose alley is it? The organ is ringing. Which city? Fireworks are far away.

Steal on the mirror, wipe the ice lightly, and the world is a little cold.

Shi Ye, time is like a chip, but the heart is shallow.

Come to the window leisurely. Looking at the snow, the silver light shone through the curtains.

Recalling that when I came, the city was full of petty bourgeoisie; Now that I'm there, several lights are blue.

Hometown is forgotten, the end of the world is lost, and it is dizzy to the fingertips.

Clap your hands gently, and the bell will ring, praying for peace.

The last one was written when sending blessings at Christmas, and it was sorted out and sent XD.

Note: The rhyme is based on Lin Ci Yun and the score is based on Tang Song Ci Yun.