The heart is a square inkstone, and you are not satisfied with being empty or not.
I use lovesickness to make a jade cup, and true feelings should be followed by them.
Pushonting time quietly, orchid fragrance splashes ink, and the gentleness of every bit of it stretches into love and spreads out to ten miles. I want to kiss the years wildly, that is like the passing years, and the painting poetry, flying all the way like the bright sun.
See mountains and rivers, autumn colors, waves, falling snow, and you see all the scenery in the world. In your eyes, your heart beats for a moment.
The first encounter that year was when the winter snow met the scorching sun, and butterflies loved the fragrance of flowers. I feel the same way at first sight, and I dare not forget it for three lives.
I want to hug you very much, but it’s a pity that the mountains and rivers are far away in time, but it’s a pity that the crowds between you and me are like the sea.
Make the story into a lingering wine, drink a few lightly, bringing you a little aftertaste and a picture of time going back.
That year was like a long flow of water, like a flash of time, and the beauty was as short as a flash of fingers.
A long song, the strings broke away from the zither, the black hair was white, and a single lamp was alone. I stood in a thousand years of scenery, without crying or heartbroken.
Dreams fall into dust, and several reincarnations are lost.
Hazy drizzle, the dust is like smoke, how many times of affection, how many past events are like dreams like smoke, how many memories are light traces, how many sorrows are condensed here.
Those colorless annual rings in my memory, cut a picture of the west window with tears, which is the missed payment for the passing years!
March peach blossoms, February sycamore, a glass of wine in the past, all indulge in words, looking back on the extravagant hope, being infatuated for three years, no one understands the gentleness.
Ten miles of peach blossoms, fate three points, people three points, cold fate three points, ten miles of love sea, flowers are broken and difficult to continue, ten miles of breeze will never be you anymore, love and hate dilemma.
Flowers bloom for a thousand years, just watching the sea transform into mulberry fields;
A smile makes you look through for a thousand years, and I know you have come to the world several times.
drunk flowers and tears, the sky is bleak, in the world, whose nostalgia becomes a smiling eyes, a nightmare every night?
The paper is a bit worn and blurry, and it cannot bear the weight of the pen and ink. But every stroke and every trace seem to record longing that spans thousands of years.
If your heart is small, all small things will become bigger;
if your heart is big, all big things will become smaller.
html, don’t be obsessed!Twenty-four bridges is still there, but things change. People in the world lament that it is difficult to find a soulmate, but what is difficult to find is not a soulmate, but a calm and calm heart that is content with the world.
Things in the world are formless. Why do people have to be persistent? It is better to go back and be an idle person. For a piano, a pot of wine, a stream of clouds, those who pursue it, I will be lucky. If I don’t get it, it is my life.
persistence is like tears, it is the brokenness that drips into the heart, shattered and scattered.
In Chang'an Building, I count the drizzle, boil the years of the world, dance with the moon, and invite the moon to sleep together.
The years are quiet and peaceful at this moment, and I smile and look at the world.
