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Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year: bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

The pathos verse is as follows:

1. The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is happy. - Anonymous "Yue Ren Song".

2. The teenager does not know the high taste of sorrow and sleepiness, and falls in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor. Worried about the new words. ——Xin Qiji, "Ugly Slave, Shubo Mountain Road Middle Wall".

3. The infinite Danqing hand in the world can't be painted with a sad heart. ——Gao Chan, "Jinling Evening Look".

4. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time. - Li Shangyin, "Jin Se".

5, a sound of sycamore, a sound of autumn, a little banana and a little sorrow, the three watches return to the dream after the three watches. - Xu Zaisi, "Water Fairy, Night Rain".

6. Time only relieves people to be old, does not believe in affection, hates Wang Hall for a long time, and tears are easy to wake up. ——Yan Shu "Picking Mulberries, Time Only Relieves People to Grow Old".

7, returning Jun Mingzhu to tears, hating to meet when he is not married. ——Zhang Ji "The Song of the Lady of the Festival, Sending Dongping Li Sikong Shidao".

8. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. - Su Shi, "Jiangchengzi Yimao First Month Twentieth Night Dream".

9. Don't rely on the fence alone, infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to see when it is difficult to see. —Ambush—Li Yu's "Waves and Sands, Rain Murmuring Outside the Curtain".

10, helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned. ——Yan Shu "Huanxi Sha, a New Song and a Cup of Wine".

11. Things are people, and everything is resting, and tears flow first. ——Li Qingzhao "Wuling Spring Festival Gala".

12. Tie my heart all my life, and bear you a thousand tears. ——Liu Yong, "Remembering the Emperor Jing and Bo Shu Small Pillow Cool Weather".

13. No one wears flowers, no one persuades wine, and no one cares if drunk. ——Huang Gongshao, "Qingyu Case: Stopping Needlework Every Year".

Chapter 1: The journey of love.

1. Unknown The two petals grow up separately in childhood.

Because they can't be reached, they don't bother.

You don't know I exist.

I don't know your name either.

Who knows what the future will look like.

2. Youth When we don't know how to love yet.

The flowers that have just bloomed have quietly begun to bloom.

At that time, it was very innocent, very naïve and ignorant.

I liked someone at that time.

The good impression is just the moving appearance of you in my eyes.

I like you, but I don't want you to know.

3. Love I'm sure I'm in love with someone.

I want to be with you.

Because I want to have a charismatic you.

I'm not so confident that I'll be able to get your heart.

But I want to present myself at my best in front of you.

Thankfully, you agreed to be my girlfriend.

Otherwise, I don't know how many days I'm going to cry.

This is my first love.

I can't imagine that there is such a beautiful person as you in this world.

Chapter 2: Reading together at the end of the world.

Reality is a guess that there is an absolute, whether you are willing to come to sleep.

It's like getting drunk, and there are several times when love goes back and forth.

Despair for me is not absolute, and there is a reincarnation in words several times.

Then the past began to be beautiful, and Fleur calmed down.

Resonance of this life accompanies each other, and the ends of the earth are finally beautiful.

Chapter 3: There was love, why hate.

If you stand in front of the window.

Ren tears the once torn into two petals.

Once sworn by the swear.

The sea was once dry and rotten.

The patchwork does not appear in a complete psalm.

It's cold season again.

You've been waiting for several.

The reincarnation of flowers blooming and falling outside the window snow.

One by one, one by one.

Neon still goes so far.

It used to be just a stopover on the journey.

There was love, and there was hate.

Since I have loved, leave my wishes.

True love has always been accompanied by no regrets.

The tears of you.

Have you ever found if you were standing in front of a window?

Let the darkness obscure your view.

I'll give you all I have.

In the endless night.

How can you see.

Cry and laugh.

Owned, lost.

Don't ask why.

I have not been harsh.

Yes, I'm the rock.

has never been harsh, Zeng Suiyu has love, why hate.

As long as you're quiet.

My few blessings.

The only love.

Remember, it hasn't changed.

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Ask how much sorrow you can have, and a river of spring water flows eastward. but on the heart, and on the brow.

Does Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell" count?

The chilling cicada is poignant, and it is late to the long pavilion. At the beginning of the shower, the tent of the capital was empty. Nostalgia, Lanzhou urged, holding hands to see the tears in the eyes, but speechless and choking, thinking to go, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Amorous parting since ancient times, it can be even more cold to the Qingqiu Festival! Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

Over the years, it should be a good day and a good time, even if there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

Jiang Chengzi" Su Shi.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year: bright moon night, short Matsuoka.