Fly slowly in front of Egret Mountain, the spring breeze is difficult to pass the jade gate, the wind and the waning moon, the jade flute complains, the widow, and the infatuated woman. Die young!

lost his soul, his feelings were sealed, and Nong's elegant canopy floated, although he was powerless, although he was godless, his eyes were gloomy. The green mountains are still green, the birds are chirping, the scenery on both sides of the strait is real, thousands of reincarnations, I lost my soul. In the past, the mountains had no tombs, the sea was exhausted, and the winter thunder shook and trembled, but they dared to be with the king. Eyebrows, the horizon. Ignorant!

Under the locust tree, the Milky Way Star, I kowtow to the old moon, re-lead, hold your love, your love, look back at me again. Why bother kneeling in the wind and rain to no avail, laughing, sad tears, the taste of abandonment, abandoning the woman and breaking the bowels!

How can love be eternal? How can you be old? Before the love is over, I will grow old first. Love is silent, I die first. Who cares? Who hurts? Where is the inseparable? Don't forget where to look? The world says that gold and jade are good, and it is also a fairy tale in a dream. I sneered!

Hurt every year, new love every night, the old man hides his face and brocade is broken, sitting empty, a few strands of white hair, adding sorrow and ignorance, no pity, who knows tenderness? Through the ages, a love hurts a love for thousands of years, and I dare not set foot again, the river of love is cold, the red dust is like a tsunami, and it is difficult to get ashore in the struggle, who will save it?

Indifferent to a heart, destroying a haggard, the flower is discolored, exclaiming, but the love of the heart of the man, don't think about it, don't worry. Who's who's sin, who's who's tears. In the song, it is lonely, the phoenix dance is lonely, the stream is separated from Huanqing, and the peach blossoms are withered. I cry and you laugh. Amorous is always ruthlessly annoyed!

What is love, what is love? Xiaoxuan window is dressing is a phantom, love is fire, love is water, it is difficult to help the old, it is sad to increase sadness, a lonely shadow under the moon, planting acacia trees in vain, empty fireworks, silent answer, no one to rely on, nothing to support. Ridiculous red dust!

I read him, and he misses people. I miss him, he thinks of people. Serial love, the sorrow of love. How dare you say lovesickness in a dream? How dare you sing love songs across mountains and rivers? A short love, a lifetime of hurt. The tears are dry, the people are old, the heart is dead, and it is too late to understand. Belated repentance!

You are the flower of his life, you are the shadow of his life, and you are the mirror of his life. Doomed to be empty!

He is the official of your life, he is the sand red in your heart, he is the god of food in your life, destined to pain!

Why think about it again, why be melancholy, there is no grass at the end of the world, the grass is fragrant and the parrot is on the island, and the end of the world is about Langjun. If the heart is there, the love is there. The dream is still there, and love is coming. The heart and eyebrows must be let go, and the lover who must always wait for him to return. The peach blossoms bloom every year, and the flowers are red every year. Sanyang Kaitai!

Walking in the red dust, walking in love, wading through the taste of love. Whether, come again? Hongchen is tired, parting, gently letting go, faint feelings, and the pulse is silent. The old daughter is red, drunk alone, laughing at Fengyue, how can it be?

Su Xue looked at the rows of cherry blossom trees and said with great emotion: "The flowers are blooming and falling, and the people are no longer there." "Su Xue, the person I said is Ye Chen. The flowers bloomed and fell, but Ye Chen was not by Su Xue's side.

On this sunny and cloudless day, it is also a very good thing to enjoy the flowers in the garden.

Why do cherry blossom trees bloom in winter, but also roses, lilies, and so on, all kinds of flowers. This is a fantasy world, super strong people, who can change the seasons with a flip. These are the reasons why cherry blossom trees bloom in winter.

"Others are not there, but they still bloom and fall." After listening to what Su Xue said, Su Ling, who was standing beside Su Xue, also spoke.

"Others are not there, and the flowers are still blooming?" Su Xue repeated what Su Ling said.

"Hey, yes, others are not there, and the flowers are still blooming." Su Ling sighed and continued.

"Well, yes. Others are not there, and the flowers are still blooming and falling. After Su Xue thought carefully about what Su Ling said, Su Xue agreed with what Su Ling said.

Su Ling, looking at the flowers in the garden, deep in his heart, secretly thought alone, Chen'er, where are you. Chen'er, why did you leave suddenly. Chen'er, when will the next time I see you? Chen'er, when I wait for you to return, I still hope that you are still the same as when you were young.

I used to want to stay with someone for a long time, but later, how glad I was to leave?

Once upon a time, for a short period of time, we thought we were deeply in love with someone. Later, we learned that it was not love, it was just lying to ourselves.

What you thought you couldn't lose is not something you can't lose. You dry your tears, and you have another person to make you laugh. You are heartbroken, and then you find that the person who doesn't love you is not worth your grief at all. Looking back today, isn't it a comedy? When the love is over, there is a new realm, and all sorrow is just history.

Love is always imagined to be more beautiful than reality, and so is the meeting, and so is the farewell. We thought that love was deep, deep, and in the coming years, we would let you know that it was only very shallow, very shallow. The deepest and heaviest love must grow with time.

Because of love, two strangers can suddenly become familiar enough to sleep in the same bed. However, the same two people, when they broke up, said, I think you are becoming more and more strange.

Love turns two people from strange to familiar, and from familiar to strange. Love is a game that turns a stranger into a couple and a couple into a stranger.

Believing that love can change a person is the benefit of being young and the sorrow of being young. The prodigal son will always be the prodigal son. It may be God's love or Buddha's mercy that changes a man, but it will never be a woman.

The most suitable for marriage is the prodigal son, and the most suitable for marriage is also the prodigal son. It is often not the woman who changes a prodigal son, but the woman who happens to appear when the prodigal son wants to change.

A man's life is nothing more than two things to a woman: good beyond her imagination and bad beyond her imagination. The woman uses his good to forgive his bad. If one day they can't be together, it's not that he's too bad, it's that she's too good.

There are as many things to remember as we to forget throughout our lives. Memories exist in cells, in the body, and are never separated from the body, and to destroy them is tantamount to burning jade. However, there are some things that must be forgotten, the pain, the hurt done to you by the people you love the most, and it has to be so.

Time will make you understand love, time can prove love, and it can also overthrow love. There is no kind of grief that cannot be alleviated by time.

If time can't make you forget those you shouldn't remember, what's the point of the years we've lost?

How nice would it be if all the sorrow, the pain, the failures were fake?