Named after an ancient romantic story.

Green grass is in my heart.

Smart smile and beautiful eyes.

The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

The Millennium is frost, the Millennium is sorrow, and the Millennium has not yet been harvested.

I used to go to willow trees for shade, but now I'm thinking about rain and snow.

Spring water is brighter than the sky. Draw a boat and listen to the rain.

Clear water produces hibiscus, which is naturally carved.

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

There are flowers everywhere in the spring city, and the cold food is easterly and willows are oblique.

It takes shallow grass to remove horseshoes.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

Flowers are similar year after year, and people are different year after year.

Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

God has mercy on the grass, and the world is sunny.

When the wind is sunny, birds sing in groups and flowers climb.

Sing a word and break a few stems.

Affectionate only spring court month, still leave people sunny.

The shadows are oblique, the water is shallow, and the evening is fragrant.

Helpless flowers fall, deja vu Yan GUI.

Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind.

On the beach, on the poultry pond, clouds break through the moon and flowers show shadows.

It's sad to be confused, especially the general taste in my heart.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I climbed the building alone and looked at the horizon.

My belt is getting wider and wider. I will never regret it.

Where to wake up tonight, there is a breeze on the bank of willow.

This past year should be a wonderful time, so even if there are thousands of customs, who should I tell?

Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, and the autumn festival is even more worthy of being left out.

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of acacia, two places of leisure.

If the relationship between two people lasts for a long time, is it a matter of time?

Looking for him in the crowd, I suddenly turned around, but the man was in the dim light.

The 24 th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent

I read the red medicine by the bridge and know who I live for every year.

Whoever gets drunk in the frost forest at dawn will always leave tears for people.

I advise you not to get drunk before you spend it, and you will die this year and next, and grow old together.

Who knew there was something on the cold night in Jiangnan this year?

Dance low, Liu Lou Xin Yue? Sing until I'm too tired to swing the peach blossom fan

A hundred years apart in a tall building? A generation of faces suits you best.

The prosperous past scattered incense dust? The water is ruthless, and the grass is spring.

At dusk, the east is divided into complaining birds? The fallen flower is still like a fallen flower.

Mrs. Zhang? Mrs. Zhang? Was the past today green? Even if the strip is as old as the old one? You should climb his hand, too.

Yang Liuzhi? Fangfei Festival. Hate to leave every year? Suddenly, it's autumn with the wind overnight? Even if it comes, how to discount it?

A exhausted love can slowly return.

Ink stains drunk peach blossom colored stones.

In spring, blue falls to the grave.

If life is just like the first sight, why worry about painting a fan in the autumn wind?

Peach blossoms have a fleeting time

I love dreaming before my life, and I have several worries in my dreams.

Happiness will not last long.

Love in the present becomes eternal.

Beauty to the extreme becomes desolation.

People who look at flowers are not old, and it is difficult to know each other diligently.

Heart like flowers, body like an ancient tree.

Yue Ming Road shines on flower lovers.

If there is no north-south road in front of the door, you can avoid parting in this life.

It's dusk, and the party is over.

Passing by. Life and death are like a river, separated flagrantly.

There is a flower language in the world, who can understand it?

Life is like a flower in March.

Don't you see, the sunset and autumn rain are silent in the mountains.

Change your life with my three fireworks.

I was born young, young.

Who let the string break, the flowers fall on the shoulders, and the trance is blurred?

How many beauties have been worn out and how many lovesickness pieces have been broken, leaving only blood, ink and tears.

Let him know everything and smile at you.

Send you a song, don't ask, don't get together at the end of the song

Who said that the smoke burned out and the vertical and horizontal ties were scattered?

There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches on the trees. I don't know whether I like you or not.

There used to be tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.

When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers bloom and fall.

Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and people are nowhere to be found. I can't tell you how lonely I am.

It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the dark.

Grace means quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.

After a short time, I dream of turning to the water and watching the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

Running water is in a hurry, and years are in a hurry. Flying for decades, looking back, it's like a dream.

Don't look back, why don't you forget?

Since there is no chance, why take the oath?

Today, everything is as traceless as water.

What day is tomorrow? I am a stranger now.

A flower, a world, a leaf, a pursuit.

A sigh, a lifetime for one person.

Turned around, a wisp of Leng Xiang has gone.

The snow is deep and the smile is shallow.

Will you fight me in the afterlife?

Life and death are rich, and children are happy.

Hold your hand, and grow old together

Life and death are two boundless years, which are forgotten without thinking.

There is nowhere to talk in the lonely grave.

Love is hard to get rid of when it is not old.

The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.

As beautiful as flowers and jade, as water flies.

I can go back, but I can't go back to the beginning.

Still water, singing.

Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

On the other hand, whoever forgets first will turn to the country, and who is the old country.

I can't play. My shadow is amazing.

The length of the strip is very long, and there are countless fireworks. You just look back with the light.

Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is stagnant, and I sigh again.

It's too difficult to fall in love, two looks recall.

Only the heart is fragrant, recalling past lives.

Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music?

Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.

I don't know what's bothering me,

It's boring to wake up, boring to be drunk, and I've never been to Xie Qiao in my dreams.

A few years later, the canoe has crossed the Chung Shan Man.

The streamer is easy to turn, and the floating life is full of rest.

What else can't be forgotten

Peach leaf compound peach leaf, peach tree with peach root.

The two pleasures of sympathy make me diligent.

Peach leaves, like peach leaves, do not need to cross the river.

But there is nothing to cross, and I welcome you myself.

Love can be obtained, but it cannot be obtained. It withered before it bloomed.

Behind him, the residual red is flying like rain. Who are you mourning for?

Love is like a dream, only flowers are real.

Spring has passed, and we cherish the sunny year together.

There are peach blossoms on the running water.

Nothing, bamboo leaves drunk, respect.

Just wait and see.

I am a pedestrian again, and I forget that I have ever walked through this door.

That spring, except flowers, was not real.

The twisted branches leaned against the door, and there were faint marks between the eyebrows.

That spring, I remembered the word spring.

A sword shattered the vast land.

Where is the prosperity?

Leaning on the clouds, talking about loneliness

Even if others laugh at me in vain

Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind ripples.

If the flower is pitiful, whose fingertips will it fall on?

I asked Buddha: What do you mean, things are impermanent?

Buddha said: impermanence is constant, ignorance is fearless.

I asked Buddha Zu: Why do my feelings always fluctuate?

Buddha said: Everything knows itself, everything knows, the moon is full of ups and downs, the tide is rising and falling, and the ups and downs are peaceful.

Buddha said: persistence is like a deep, along the line of gradual death.

Buddha said: persistence is like dust, and it is futile to return.

Buddha said: Persistence, like tears, is the breaking, breaking and flying away of the heart.

I asked Fotuo: What is karma?

Buddha said: the edge is ice, I hold it in my arms.

Melted, and I found that the fate was gone.

Have you seen me?

I was there.

Not sad or happy.

You can either read me or you can't read me.

Love is there.

Don't come or go.

Do you love me or not?

Love is there.

Neither increasing nor decreasing.

Are you with me or not?

My hand is in your hand.

Never give up.

Come into my arms.

or

Let me live in your heart

Silent love

Silence and happiness

On that day, I closed my eyes in the fragrant fog of the temple and suddenly heard the truth in your chanting;

That January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross, but to touch your fingertips;

That year, I kowtowed and climbed on the mountain road, not to see you, but to keep your warmth;

At that time, I turned the landscape into a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road;

At that moment, I raised my horse, not to pray, but to wait for your arrival;

At that moment, I floated into immortality, not seeking immortality, but wishing you a peaceful smile.

That night, I listened to Sanskrit all night, not to understand, but to find a trace of your breath.

On that day, I built the Mani Pile, not for Xiu De, but to throw stones at the Heart Lake.

At that time, I crossed hundreds of mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.

Like snow on the mountain, jiaozi is like the moon in the clouds.

I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you.

Today is like the last party, and tomorrow we will break up.

You stop by the ditch, and the ditch water flows east and west.

When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl.

I am full of thinking that if I marry a person with a heart, I can love each other and be happy forever.

The bamboo pole curls, and the fish tail acts as a disciple.

Men value spirit, why use money and knives?

Chun Fang, five colors, Qin is still in the imperial army, and the new sound replaces the old! Jinshui has a honeymoon, and there are trees in the Han Palace. They are all new, and the embarrassing people in the world are ignorant!

Zhu's string is broken, the mirror is out of sight, and he looks at Lulu, smells fragrant, sings with white heads, and leaves sorrow. Try to eat as much as possible, don't miss my concubine and accompany you on a long trip!

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow;

East wind evil, thin heart,

A sad mood, staying away from the cable after a few years,

No, no, no.

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad;

Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Momomo.

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late;

The wind is dry, the tears are residual,

If you want to write your mind, just say it alone.

Difficult, difficult, difficult.

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away;

The horn is cold and the night is hazy.

Afraid of people asking questions, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy,

Hide, hide, hide.