Recalling the past, the flowers danced in the wind and the gentleman, and the ink was drunk in the middle of the night. A dance to Chang'an, you accompany my heart.

Sigh now, the flowers and leaves are falling alone, and the night is cold. A song like a sad song, you are no longer familiar.

You wait for the south wind to blow, and we wait for the old man to return, but the wind blows to the north, but the old man does not return...... No one is bankrupt because of studying, there must be people who are impoverished because they don't study, no one is getting poorer because of learning, but there must be people who change their lives because of learning, give yourself a chance, everything is possible!

To miss is to make a mistake, and to choose is always one more chance than not to choose. It is better to teach it to fish than to teach it to fish, choice is greater than hard work, learning to change life!

On the other side, there is a pot of fresh breeze brewing, but the bridge looks at each other, and the words and sentences of Sansheng are left on the pillow, and it is unforgettable to sing the parting of the Yiren.

First, the flowers on Mo were full of fragrance, and I suddenly saw the concubine dreaming and waking up. Day and night I hope to get together early, but the family letter calls for a slow return.

Second, last year, I stepped on the grass in the countryside, and this year I saw the flowers alone. At the end of the song, people scattered and silent, looking forward to returning slowly.

On the road without me, please take care of your smiling eyes and charming smile. And that, the dream to work hard to achieve.

Without my company, you have to be stronger and braver, and remember that behind the disappointment, there will be my constant waiting and support.

Whenever you feel that you are about to get through it, there are always some people or things that suddenly appear in front of you and tell you how numb you are now.

Sadness always lurks around happiness, it waits for an opportunity to give you a stick, and it hurts you to the heart but you can't cry out for pain.

A river is clear in the sky, and the boat leans on the building to listen to the rain. is ashamed to open the peach face, and everyone has tears in their eyes. The two green mountains are lined up, and the fishermen of the Panjiang River are singing.

The clouds dispersed and the fog opened, and everyone was warm. The three falls are separated from the rain at the bottom of the flowers, and the green willow causeway is gone. The warbler cries and the crane speaks, and who bears the expectations of the first life.

The four seasons are cloudy and sunny in turn, and Fangdian is open and blowing. Tears leaning on the railing, who is full of love for a lifetime. No one remembers the fisherman in May, and the small boat is in the dry pond.

The round lotus wept and sighed who was miserable for a lifetime. There is no one in Qishan in the end, and the cypress outside Jinguan City is deep. Cheng Chajin asked, who was loyal to him and sank.

Seven years of panic is short, and one day is not full of three months. Full of empty sighs, who has been cut off for a lifetime. Eight Gu Junying wandered alone, and no one came to the small garden.

The dust of the mirror platform, for whom everyone is empty. The nine-fold city is full of smoke and dust, and the neon clothes and feathers are still walking. The Chinese tent is frightened, and everyone is amorous in a lifetime.

Dancing shockingly, three thousand beauties playing spring mud. Falling water, falling leaves and cool breeze bully white hair. Looking north of the city, he was drunk with the king for a round of moon.

Singing the world, and sighing for the red dust and killing indifferently. Later, I vaguely understood that you and the world do not seem to lack me.

I will be with the morning light and the twilight star until the green silk turns to snow. Time may tell you.

I don't know if the rain is lonely, but the rain is quiet, when it rains, the world is extraordinarily quiet, the heavier the rain, the quieter the world, and in the end you can only hear the beating of the heart.

It would be nice if it rained every day. The weather cleared, the rain stopped, and I felt like I could do it. Sycamore removed her makeup and stained it with autumn frost.

There is moonlight on the ground, which leads to homesickness. The bright and extinguishing starlight reflects the fireflies. The orange turned green and yellow, and the sourness has never been forgotten.

At that time, he was frivolous, and he was young. The tip of the pen is dyed orange and yellow, and the book is time. Gently hugging the beauty in her arms, a series and a pull, love for three lives, why wait, I give it to the country, that is, to hide the paradise with Qing.

Talking lightly, lovesick and exquisite, thinking for a while, if every three autumns, why wait, I kill all the enemies, that is, I play love with Qing.

Lightly pick up the candle flame to read the book, a silent thought, stay overnight three watches, why wait, I am hired in the list, that is, with the Qing Qing silk.

Lightly drop the chess pieces in the middle of the game, one ring and one buckle, win me three points, why wait, I resigned and returned to my hometown, that is, I talked about Sang Ma with Qing.

Lightly fade the robe and re-repair the hair, look forward to it, Xu Zhi III, why wait, I have returned, that is, I will spend the rest of my life with Qing.

Alone with no one to chat with. It's not loneliness, it's just that you feel lonely! Real loneliness is a kind of emptiness that goes deep into the bone marrow, a kind of emptiness that drives you crazy, even in the sound of joy, you will feel the sadness in your heart.

Laughter, as if it were just a twitch of muscles, had no content. This has been going on for many years. I don't know if I'm really too strong, or if I'm lying to myself.

The cut keeps going, and the thoughts are flying. The reason is still chaotic, and the three thousand green silks are scattered. I can't caress it, and my brows are deeply locked. The love is difficult to judge, and all kinds of sorrow are chaotic.

The banana remnant rain, I am lazy to write new poems with a cold pen, I see the new plum Turui, the buds are as delicate as delicate, you splash ink, and mistakenly provoke the warm spring sun in the beginning of winter.

The thorns are still green, I hug the guests in the furnace pavilion, see the clouds are dark, the sky is like a jade leak, you play the pipa, and wake up the tired branches of the light snow season.

The birds chirped, I leaned on the high-rise to enjoy the scenery, saw the silver flowers falling, the green bamboo is like a yao branch, your sleeves are lightly raised, and you have stroked away the heavy snow season.

Plum apricot rouge, I blow the ashes into the bamboo, see the jade bone ice soul, the clouds are like a virtual realm, you are fragrant and beautiful, and the Yingying ice in the winter solstice is cold.

Rain smoke boat, I and my friends around the stove to cook snow, see the fisherman fishing alone, carved fences such as jade, you jade even, stirring up the misty morning fog in the cold season.

The frost deceives the plum, I pick up the winter Huai into the painting, see the fence garden is sparse, the Qionghua is like a pear begonia, you have a thousand words to be elegant, and read the lonely mountains and rivers in the cold season.

A lot of secrets can only rot in the stomach, and a lot of things on the mind can't be mentioned to others. If you really need a place to talk, there are some things that you would rather talk to unfamiliar netizens than to your friends in reality, especially the so-called girlfriends you think you are.

Life experience has taught me that a very strong relationship can be established between men and men, but many times the so-called good between women and women is nothing more than a seductive interest that has not yet appeared.

Women always talk more than men, and women's jealousy is in their nature! A lot of harm doesn't come from a distance, it comes from where you think you're safest.

Treating people sincerely is the bottom line between good friends, but sincerity ≠ all things to say, and words = honesty. And appropriate reservations are also the magic weapon to maintain the continuation of the relationship!

We sigh at time, youth, and sorrow, but we forget where our end is. We sigh for love, for fate, for joys and sorrows, but we forget that we stage our own dance in this joys and sorrows.

We are the time of folding wings. When he met the Gu under the flowers at the age of seventeen, he had to be silent until he was seventy-seven years old before he woke up.

I'm here, waiting for the wind to blow, for the rain to come, for the leaves to fall, for the snow to fall. I've waited here for the seasons, but not for you.

Later, we were all scattered in the corners of time, desperate to pick up that cool memory.