The person I love has the most beautiful smile in the world
huandima.cnIt's no good to miss each other in a straight way. Melancholy is the madness of Qing DynastyLi Shangyin's Untitled
There is only love in life that can't die. - Wen Ting's butterfly in love with flowersLife is full of love and hatred, which is not related to the wind and the moonHow heartless it is to meet and fight without feeling. - Sima Guang's Xijiang moon
Love is not as deep as the tideAfter entering the river, people are like the wind, and clouds are like the rain, and the ground is sticky with mud
Tears in his eyes ask Hua Hua to fly over the swing without saying anything
huandima.cnIf you raise the dust of the road, if you muddy the cement, when will the different potentials meet harmoniously? - Cao Zhi's "the moon rises to theA bridge of spring in the south of the yangliuchu exhibition, meaning still cold. The swallow flies in the sunset, and the dusk lingers on the river and mountain of Qingping. The wordless warbler crows and looks at the green water and goes East. The eyes are far away. If you teach me to have a good eye, I would hate to believe that there are white heads in the world.
Let melancholy knot, toss and turn sleepless, push Xuan moon. The full moon hung high and scattered all over the ground. I think the moon will be merciless, the Millennium wind and frost as much as possible, easy to get old. If you are in love, you should be old with the wind. Knowing that the moon is merciless, why do you always place your love on the moon?I can't go back. I really can't go back. Love this sentence is many years ago, everyone who has experienced the vicissitudes of life has said this sentence, love this sentence. Love helpless, love heartache. How much love comes and goes in a hurry. In the end, we all become the people who pick up the past. Looking at the passers-by in a hurry, and then said the same sentence with emotion, can't go back, can't go back.
Those words for the tree are embedded in the tree rings, and grow into towering memories with the passing years.A painting brush dipped in Rouge allows you to describe the taste of fleeting time in the mirror of time. When others sigh for the fate you can't control, the flowery you show for no reason is surprising. Don't think that this moment of Fangfei is worth the alternation of time. No matter how gorgeous green clothes are, they are doomed to be out of date in a play. Youth is a hasty play, and there are too many mysteries in and out of the
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