The morning bell and the dusk drum are moving, and the sun is moving. Afraid of relying on the windo

One husband should be closed, and ten thousand people should not be opened.

The value of life lies in how much benefit is condensed.

I don't know if Lanzhou wants ** or a short article, please add Lanzhou and add more points!

took a flat boat and left, gradually moving away, but I still couldn't let go of the Red Mansion in my heart (or because of the people in the Red Mansion).

The Buddha said: All hair is fate! The chance encounter, looking back, is destined for each other's lives, just for the moment when their eyes meet.

The poem is written by Chanjuan, and the lyrics are Qiulian. Joy banyan tree, the fragrance of books. The fragrant plum is exhausted, and the two are in love. Xie poems are evidence, music is the medium, and words are the fate.

Faint green bamboo, veined red lotus. Deep courtyard, full of charm. Hand in hand before flowers, autumn waves hold each other. The love in the eyes of the Tao, the love in the language, the edge of the language.

You say: The edge is the crystal snow of Gaoshi in the mountains, and the lonely forest of immortals outside the world. I said:

The fate is that everyone is looking for her, but the person is in the lamplight. You say, "Even if the two are happy, they still can't escape fate."

I said: The fate is helpless, the flowers fall, and the familiar swallow returns.

The morning bell and the dusk drum are moving, and the sun is moving. Afraid of leaning on the window, alone on the hook string.

Go to Lanzhou, far also Red Mansion.

Timid and cold, Luo sleeves are light. Flowers bloom in dreams, and the moon is hidden in the mountains. The passing of the Chinese years, chasing the waves. If there is light and shadow, it is too uncertain and too hurried.

Camel said: The fate is the joy and sorrow are always ruthless, and the window is drip until dawn. Fate is endless longing. And I, standing proudly in the desert, quietly watched its origin and extinction.

The Buddha said: What everyone sees and encounters has been arranged in advance, and everything is fate. Fate originates and dies, fate gathers and disperses, everything is providential.

You can't force yourself to be free.

All beings are you, me, him, her, and it.

The Buddha said: All hair is fate! The chance encounter, looking back suddenly, is destined to point to each other's lives, just for the moment when the eyes meet.

The poem is written by Chanjuan, and the lyrics are Qiulian. Joy banyan tree, the fragrance of books. The fragrant plum is exhausted, and the two are in love. Xie poems are evidence, music is the medium, and words are the fate.

Faint green bamboo, veined red lotus. Deep courtyard, full of charm. Hand in hand before flowers, autumn waves hold each other. The love in the eyes of the Tao, the love in the language, the edge of the language.

You say: The edge is the cave with the crystal snow of the high priests in the mountains, and the lonely forest of the fairy Shu outside the world.

I said, "The fate is that the crowd is looking for her, but the man is in the lamplight."

You say, "Even if the two are happy, they still can't escape fate."

I trembled and said: The fate is helpless The flowers have fallen, and the familiar Yan has returned.

The morning bell and the dusk drum are moving, and the sun is moving. Afraid of leaning on the window, alone on the hook string. Go to Lanzhou, far away also Red Mansion, timid and cold, with light sleeves.

Flowers bloom in dreams, and the moon is hidden in the mountains. The passing of the Chinese years, chasing the waves. If there is light and shadow, it is too uncertain and too hurried.

I said: The fate is always ruthless with joys and sorrows, and a little bit in front of the window until dawn. Fate is endless longing. And I, standing proudly in the desert, quietly watched its origin and extinction.

The Buddha said: What everyone sees and encounters has been arranged in advance, and everything is fate. Fate originates and dies, fate gathers and disperses, everything is providential.