Time is old

An old jade is in the heart, lingering and unforgettable.

It's been warm for half a century, but it's cold for you.

Seeing the black hair on his back half, the fragrance passed away in a blink of an eye.

The temples are white and the face is wrinkled, and the eyes are slightly sparkling and youthful.

The corners of his eyebrows and eyes wiped away the tears, and he looked at the lonely goose from the south.

I can't keep a faint flower, and the feelings of the past are to be recalled.

Tossing and turning in the dark night, sleepless pillow for a long time.

A little moonlight surrounds the eaves, and the dreams of many years disturb the sadness.

Unforgettable green plums around the bamboo horse, in front of the window exquisite pen and ink fragrance.

Splash ink between the snow white, and a little plum blossom is on the branches.

The beautiful scenery outside the window is pleasing to the beauty, and the candlelight in the house is appreciative.

The fragrance of plum blossoms comes to the bitter cold, and the sac is sent to the gentleman to leave the fragrance.

Hang it on your waist and don't take it off, and you will have no regrets in this life.

Time is knotted and threaded, and you and I can't untie the knot.

Love has forgotten its original intention for a long time, and they fly separately unconsciously.

Nai is just flowing love, how can the yellow flower be folded when you get old.

Two lines of tears in the rainy alley, and the moss is swaying in the wind.

Full of memories became a disaster, and the broken wings and feathers were sad.

The red face is old, and the time is old, and there is only a bed left with no teeth.

Pick up the pipa and sing it carefully, and the old past is messy sesame.

Now the flowers have withered and yellowed, and the fairies have turned into old chaff.

But why do you have a pure land in your heart, and you are crazy when you think about it.

I insisted on not letting go in my heart, and I tasted the bitter fruit by myself.

The long wind and snow were white all over the place, and it was as dark as the night was lost.

Pick up the years and remember the time, igniting the memory like a dream.

I still miss that you were not married that day, and I want to be a pair with you.

The oath is not final, and it is difficult to escape from the mandarin ducks.

Thinking of black and white calligraphy and painting, it was a childhood joke.

Smearing the painting is not a treasure, and you don't know how old you are.

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