Classic aestheticism, ancient style, sadness, talking about choice, now only blue hair and white hair are left.

1. The green purple stripes are lingering in my heart. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter? Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative? Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!

2. Who held my hand and made me crazy for half my life; Who, kiss my eyes, cover my half-life displacement; Who touches my face and soothes my half-life sorrow? Who, with my heart, melted my half-life frost; Who, holding my shoulder, drives me to be silent all my life.

3. If you can really go to Wan Li Road, why miss you for thousands of years. Even a romantic year is not as good as the moment I looked at you.

4. How do you meet me? At my best moment, I prayed for this in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.

5. Forget the river, next to Sansheng Stone. Next to Naihe Bridge, next to the flowers on the other side. I won't fail you.

6. Drink wine alone and offer sacrifices, and a lovesick person will enter the painting. Listen to the running water of Wangjiang railing, who will accompany me to count the fallen flowers?

7. That year, I insisted on not marrying my husband, and now I have only blue hair and white hair. I played the string and broke my voice, but I saw you accompany her in poetry and painting. I was married in red, and now I'm just a prisoner. I am knitting alone, but I see you singing and dancing with her.

9. Painting butterflies in shallow grass, weaving willows in drizzle, revealing skirts for a long time, and playing with Yanwu Yingying. The cicada sings deep in the tree, the night wind is full of sleeves, the stars are close to the ship, the water is high, and the wind goes with the moon. Wild geese fly south, falling flowers add sorrow, and the window stops raining. After dusk, the leaves are full of paths. I lost my plum in the pale moon, the snow stained my bald head, and the dead branches suddenly folded back. I suspected it was silver embroidery.

10. after the new year, it should be the right time, the right place and the right people, so there are many kinds of customs, and who to tell.

1 1. Beauty is far away, but lovesickness is hard to compensate. Ten years of love and a hundred years of crossing, don't cut acacia, can't bear to care!

12. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.

13. The night staggered, scattering mottled and broken shadows. The wind passed through the window, with a hint of coolness, and brushed a strand of long hair. A little mist and dew fluttered away. Moon cycle, like a dream, lightly stepping on Leng Yan for half a month, leading a totally clean life, walking lightly with his hands on his back, and sitting in front of the mirror tired of dressing. Plain and warm, thin and indifferent, cutting a monologue that is constantly confusing. Golden times, let me be warm and beautiful.

14. Leave the banquet, sing and play the flute, and put away the wine.

15. The breeze remains the same, and the piano sounds Xiao Suyun. Learn to chant words with ink, and dance with pen and ink. The origin of ups and downs, gathering and dispersion. Today, there are thousands of chapters and tens of thousands of words, which are sad and hurt. Every word is as cold as ice. Just because the fate of dust is like a dream, the mirror is full of flowers, leaving only a few pages on today's plain notes, indifferent to flowers. Perhaps, a thousand years later, in a dusty wind, there is only one woman singing clearly in the wind.

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18. When I was waiting for the blue in Jiangnan, did you send a jade book?

19. The swaying song finally dispersed, and the flowers of Lingxiao fell and floated. Watching fireworks like a dream is already a piece of water.

2 1. If the fallen petal doesn't understand the sufferings of the Iraqis, who will pity them? Empty sadness, lonely sadness, how to solve this sad heart. The wind blows, the heart is cold, and the thoughts are long; Gazing at Sichuan is heartbreaking. As a heartbroken person, I don't know how much my heart hurts.

22. Fire-stained Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine.

23. I heard that the years are quiet and I don't want to be alone now. I heard that the horse riding a swallow enjoys the rosy clouds, and now I don't want to be trapped in the summer. I heard that Qianjiao Huadu was drunk and didn't want to be haggard now. I have heard that time quietly blows away the floating dust, and I don't want to use time to destroy my youth. I heard that the outline of the pen was dyed with ink, and now I don't want to let the branches go with the wind. I have heard that the piano accompaniment is clear and the songs are wrapped around the beam, but I don't want to be gentle and ethereal now. It is said that I am carefree and don't want to be woken up by a Taoist robe.

24. On the first floor, there is a pavilion, a Qionghua, a dream, a floating life and an illusory life. I still remember the Qionghua on that floor. In those days, the harps were magnificent and the floating life was illusory. Now, acacia is in the picture.

There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite.

28. Looking at the fleeting time and being silent, this scene failed you after all.

29. The dusty road, thanks to the bustling dance banquet in the past, the lost feelings, and the gaunt face.

30. You say fishing boats sing late, and crossing the river in autumn to see Qingchuan. Later, the quiet night was cold, and the moon shadow was alone against the empty lamp. You say you play the piano lightly, and how many people are obsessed with it. Later, the light smoke burned out, and how many vertical and horizontal obstacles were scattered. You say you want to or not, read or not, which minute, which year and which month. However, later, people's hearts changed, and things changed. I said, before Bodhi Buddha, please allow me to change your life once! Later, when I looked back at you and smiled, I was so happy.

3 1. Turn around, a ray of Leng Xiang is far away, the snow is deep, and the smile is shallow. Will you fight me in the afterlife?

32. Thousands of years of flowers bloom together, and the sea turns into a mulberry field. A smile seems like a thousand years, and it takes several times to know that you have come to the world.

33. If I have the right day, I will kill everyone in the world.

34. With a sigh, how much lovesickness has gone to yesterday's face, and tears have quietly fallen on the eyebrows. From then on, I lived in peace, leaving only a pale piece of paper and grinding it into ruins. Loneliness weaves scenes of dreams into heartbreaking words and piles them up into thoughts of you. Sigh this life, the world of mortals is changeable. It's hard to leave that paper of love, and it won't pay off after several years. Looking back suddenly, thousands of prosperity have already settled. No matter how I practice, I still can't change my destiny.

35. I just want to enjoy flowers in spring and cook wine in autumn like old friends with you.

36. Clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth.

37. You mix wine with breeze to solve my worries, and I make tea with winter snow to give you a dream.

38. Send you a song, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

39. At that time, I was young and thin, riding on an inclined bridge, covered in tea.

40. Who is singing the world of mortals, a nothingness and a dream? Who is singing broken bridge and broken snow? Who is sighing in a strange alley? It takes a lot of thought to recite and mourn. Three thousand glitz, originally just quicksand, inadvertently aged whose years. Looking back suddenly, it's hard to find a happy face in the past, and it's been many years since looking back. Occasionally pass by, and then do the fleeting time. Who missed whose past? Whose loneliness touched whose heart? Whose life is drunk by the world of mortals.