Looking back, it was as cold as ice and the stars looked at each other coldly.

Human feelings are warm and cold, and the residual red is sleepless.

Leng Yue wears a pool and falls lightly, while the past shadows chase the pool and rise and fall.

In the clear night, I still hear the snow blare, and the building is cold to bury flowers.

Autumn water looks through the moon's shadow, and my emotions sway with the wind many times.

In the prime of life, clouds gather and fog gather, but fate is vicissitudes.

The evil moon is ruthless through the window, and it breaks the heart to watch the flying flowers.

Day and night are empty grievances, and the river is long after sunset.

Sunset, yellow flowers, dry years, flying flowers and dancing willows.

The moon breaks the candle and studies hard, and the wind is light and the clouds fall.

The passing water is heavy with fireworks, and the fate of life and death is empty.

The bonfire burned out the mountains and rivers, and the brocade book has become thick.

Affection is always heartless and worrying, and dust is no longer a prisoner.

After thousands of turns, people refused to leave, and he once leaned against the building.

The years are flowing gently, and the moon frost shines through the window strings.

Touching your fingers hurts, and a touch of sadness reflects tenderness.

In vain, when listening to the string break, a song will eventually break up.

Bright and charming flowers wither, and the cold wind caresses the heart.

The faint night is quiet and quiet, butterflies dance and birds are graceful.

Sparkling fireflies in Cui Hua, lingering with the moon.

Looking back at the sunset of III, the glitz of III covered her tears.

Obsessed with the beauty of the world, vaguely smiling.

Floating clouds let loose, don't get up, laugh and play.

It's late at night, and I still listen to who caresses the flute, and the sound waves spread all over the sky.

Wandering alone, sunny, nine turns to sorrow.

Looking back at seven and a half years of Iraqis, who is in front of them now?

Let bygones be bygones, but now it is sour.

It's better to get together the night before, and it's hard to forget the past.

Ask the sky in the shallow shadow tomorrow morning, and the willows are fluttering.

The lone star frost is like jade, and the clouds are shining, and it is scattered back to the canal.

The glass is full of light, but it is hard to get rid of it. Tears are full of joy and hatred.

Clear and easy to water, drunk and spent, poured snow and fragrant.

Silent farewell, deep feelings hide palpitations.

In my dream, I was full of resentment against songbirds and couldn't help crying.

Love in this life is hard to continue, and it will not go crazy.

Flowers shed tears, and Sansheng was only drunk for Iraqis.

I can't help it, my heart is like frost.

After drinking a pot of acacia, I wandered around the world for courtship.

Where we meet, the purple smoke is long and bleak.

It's hard to look at each other together. It's heartbreaking.

Looking back on past lives, what do you think of the world of mortals?

Beauty can't read a thousand lines of tears, and crying alone is better than frost.

Love is hard to give up, and magpies add desolation to the branches.

Without hope and tears, time flies.

Purple goes to Qiu Lai, fireworks are cold, and beauty grows old.

Come and go like the wind and dreams without trace, and love can't continue to hate.

Sky blue thousands of feet bitter Modeng, sunset levee bright moon,

Beauty is hard to break the bitterness of acacia, and this heart is sealed several times.

I am willing to disappear with Lanshan, and I will abandon my beauty at the expense of fireworks.

Autumn wind blows flowers into mud, and bees and butterflies scatter fragrance.

The world of mortals is not broken, why not cry across the bank.

There is also the smell of dark dust in the dream, and the wind and rain are half faint.

Acacia has thousands of meanings and never dies.

It is difficult for Tian Lanfeng to send a brocade book, and no one is thin.

Peach blossoms fall back into the snow before the flowers dance and under the moon.

Don't wait for the snow fairy to enter the mountain, look back before the mountain starts to rise.

Free for love, Qian Shan sees the world at dusk.

I miss Iraq day after day, but I have two boundless earthly loves.

However, the beauty finally disappeared and Kyushu Huaxia was destroyed.

The faint fragrance still lingers far away, and my eyes are not clear.

Smile thousands of miles away, and your eyes are white.

I want to lean on the fence and listen to Iraq's complaints. I don't regret my laziness.

But the book and sword are in a dilemma, and Yu Meiren is innocent.

The geometric price of gold is thousands of taels, and life is hard to look back.

Once you take someone else's sleeve by mistake, you break the tears of dust.

Spring night spent a night exploring flowers and candles, and Iraqis married other people's wives.

Acacia is useless, and the heart turns to dust. Who can I complain about Iraq's haggard?

At that time, ocean deep has now asked ghosts and gods.

This feeling is like a dream, but it is not true after all.

Brilliant as the bright moon.

Leng Yue is sad and lonely.

I once longed for colorful butterflies to fly together, but my wishful thinking was blurred for several nights.

No one knows the injury in the dark night, so don't be rude.

Huanyan hides from everyone, but tells flowers and plants.

Flowers fall at dusk, people have gone, and they are sleepy until dawn.

Last night was the quiet period of the dream, and the dream flowers looked at the moon.

A wisp of hair stained with frost and snow, how can strangers not miss each other

The wind blows the feathers off, and the underground river is drunk.

Drunk at night, passing by the willow tree, laughing and asking who you swear for.

If hemp lingers in the snow late, you want to relax and worry about yourself.

Silly hope that the dream will come back and the snow will come back soon.

This is the same as this, although life is short and lingering.

On the day of crossing the river with Daqing, Huang Sha sighed with emotion.

Chun Qing is like a dream, and life is dull.

In addition to the infatuation and resentment of that year, all kinds of amorous feelings may be mortal.

There is no need to reminisce about the past and go dancing.

Who read Hua Die two phase Hugh, hometown creek head shadow in pairs.

Cold window bitter alienation, return to the fans.

For a long time, I have planned to learn from the warmth and coldness in the mountains, without asking about the flashy joys and sorrows.

Taoyuan fairyland is bitter, so I leave without reading a book.

Wishful thinking leads to great success, such as running a horse, snow and hoof disease.

The world is full of flowers and flowers, and tea is full of human feelings.

Travel around the world, enjoy each other and don't go home with Lan Xiang.

Life is too short to hurt people's intestines, so feelings will hurt people.

Take a cold look and go home alone. The grass is full of sunset.

On the roadside of my hometown, I met Qing again. I was silent and full of tears.

I believe that your heart is better than your mother's.

The safflower was not withered by the wind leaves, but turned red into spring mud.

Today, I am reunited with my old days. I don't want to leave or sell my soul.

The new moon is better than the moth's eyebrow tonight, and the past is full of emotion.

Looking back on years of reunion, people were paired when the moon became a plate.

Cause and effect echo the heavy building, and don't hold hands when you are sad.

Pity your sadness, never advise you, but I have no face to look back.

Beauty is as thin as autumn flowers, and jade curtains are as thin as bones. Dance in pairs every night and write a book without words and feelings.

Who can achieve the beauty of clouds, but the gas is like green, black and fragrant.

When the clouds are overcast and foggy, you will leave happily.

Sorrow and joy, tossing and turning, sleepless all night.

The long lingering has turned into dust, and there is no chance to be with each other all the time.

When love turns to the depths, Iraqis go north and love more.

Spring flowers turn to dust, butterflies are cold, and it is difficult to join hands day and night.

If you want to travel thousands of miles without mercy, the pedestrians in front of the station are scattered.

Leaving in a hurry, looking back, my heart is like ice.

Complaining is also a waste of time, digging the wavelength of autumn and peace.

Don't forget to swear to each other, never leave, never leave.

I want to repay the love of the Iraqi people with my whole life, but I heard that Iraq went with him.

It's hard to say that my feelings are better than his.

If you and Qing succeed in this life, you will be proud of him.

I don't know what Iraqis want, but I live and die together.

Looking back and smiling, flashy reincarnation.

I will be happy and I will be away for a long time.

Glory is not gone, but it is snowed in the year.

The flowers in my dream are enchanting, and I just want to bleed.

Dust is not touched by earthly snow, and it is not a celestial body.

Jade muscle is boneless, more delicate and static.

It's not like flying flowers dream back to the moon.

On the third night of the second year, the bright moon gently resembles my heart.

Today, I will keep my promise by asking questions. This feeling is not shallow.

My hometown is full of tears and I look forward to your return.

I want to meet the Iraqis again, hold hands and see the world.

Looking back on these seven years, I can remember what happened before I met Iraq.

Without the spring breeze of the world, dreams often appear with Iraqis.

I'm full of people, and I'm always looking back and exploring beauty.

The vast sea of people is looking for fragrance, and words are hard to swallow.

Who knows that your heart is like a knife, but it is not because of difficulties.

Since then, I have no heart to love the sea and cried all night.

The oriole kept crying at the window, and Yang Liuzhi told his life.

Endure the wound and say nothing, and swear not to be separated from the Iraqis.

The sky turns a thousand steps to the departure day, and even if it comes back, it is difficult to rely on it.

Looking back on the past seven years, laughter and worry are fascinating.

There is no such thing as a wish.

If you have a long-cherished wish in your life, why not throw it away?

Never met, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.

Even if you become popular when you meet, don't think about being crazy for seven years.

Thousands of tender feelings are like water, and the dirt is half muddy.

The vicissitudes of life covered the spring breeze, and the red flowers made people cry several times.

The pen is light and ink is not deep, which makes the autumn wind sigh.

Hate you fickle as ice heart, fireworks love how to leave.

After a thousand years of longing, I wait for the flowers to fall in bloom.

It is difficult to look at each other across the weak water, and return to your hometown next year.

The spring breeze caresses the willows in front of the window, and the clouds break through the moon to make a shadow.

No one walks alone on the road, how can they fly in spring?

When will the cold wind blow and tear your face?

The world of mortals can't bear to be sad, full of wounds.

The sunrise is far away, and Yunfei is bloodthirsty and scorching.

Thank you for your pity and tears.

Thousands of feet lingering like a cloud, acacia fills the air.

Your heart is like a heartless wind, which blows your feelings away several times.

Lost in wonderland, charming eyes, sit and watch the boat.

I want to give it back to the ethereal people, who will solve my eternal troubles.

After a long separation from Iraqis, dancing before flowers.

If the heart is like dew in the hay period, it is difficult to think easily for a thousand days.

I searched thousands of miles for red beans to sacrifice acacia.

It is difficult to face each other across the sea. I hope the sea will become a mulberry field.

People are thousands of miles apart, and it is difficult to be a pair.

The message is that Iraqis are not miserable, and this kind of life is fixed before marriage.

A cup of tea is bitter and sweet, and once again it feels around the heartstrings.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Being late is my long-cherished wish.

A beautiful woman's thinking is like wine, but she can forget geometry all her life.

Work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Why worry about not getting what you want in this world?

When a beauty spends a few discounts, it is elegant and sad.

When the water disappears, the dream floats, and the dance envies the time.

I haven't had a few mouthfuls of ileal wine in my life, and I have no feeling in my life.

I drowned three lives and looked at each other. After several cycles, I found the immortal.

Ink painting of life and death, dye the wound!