There is a sentence by Li Qingzhao, and everyone can help to think of a sentence corresponding to th

Heartbroken in vain, dare to ask the present, how can he remember the past. I'm right.

It is difficult to get together, at this time in the world, Qinghui cold jade arm.

Write to my distant girlfriend.

The favor is good, why do you need to remember more, Zepan East Fence.

It's hard to talk, laugh at me affectionately, and talk about the mountains and rivers.

Don't be sad, ask for the next life, and then continue the fate (sacrifice to Zhao Mingcheng).

The favor is good, why do you need to be more 100 million, Zepan East Fence. It is a couplet of the original pairing.

As long as you have paid, you will not be in vain.

Indulge, I don't know how much, see how sad you feel.

The beautiful Li Qingzhao is used to tell her thoughts about him.

Even if I love and pity, I don't know how long I can wait from now on.

On the march, there are also people who leave the army, some people who fall into the wilderness, some people who are decadent, and some people who rebel, but as long as it is not hindered, the later it goes, the more pure and elite the team becomes. — Lu Xun.

The literati compose, the peasants dig hoes, it is ordinary, if the photo is taken, the literati pretend to be rough people, what to play "lotus hoe with hat"; The farmer holds a book under the willow and pretends to be a "deep willow reading map" or something like that, which is numb.

A warrior with shortcomings is a warrior after all, and a valuable fly is nothing but a fly after all.

Which one do you want, send it to you.

Like. The voice is slow and searching, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy and be in a hurry late? The geese are also sad, but they are old acquaintances.

Yellowfare flowers are piled up all over the ground. Haggard and damaged, who can pick it up now? Guarding the window, how can you be born dark alone? Sycamore is more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit. This time, what a one, sad words!

A cut of plum red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

The spring breeze in Wuling is exhausted, and the flowers are exhausted, and I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are people, and everything is restless, and tears flow first.

It is said that Sungai spring is still good, and it is also planned to go on a light boat. I am only afraid of the Shuangxi boat, which cannot be carried and has many worries.

The lips are lonely and deep, and the soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain.

Leaning all over the bar, it's just emotionless! Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

Like a dream, I often remember the twilight of the Creek Pavilion, and I don't know the way back. Returning to the boat at night, he strayed into the depths of the lotus flower. Fighting, fighting, startling one.

Beach gulls and herons.