Where is the love of the verses, where the love is where the classic sentences

The night locks the empty court, the frost hairpin is green, where does the love go?

The wind blows the shadow of the dream, lifts the half curtain and worries about the rain, the wet red clothes, the confusion, and the window is suspected to be Tanlang.

Outside the sound curtain, the deeper courtyard is quiet, and the moon is full of thousands of trees.

Gaze. The sad place, the nine intestines are broken, and the brocade book is difficult to pay.

Re-read the old words and turn them into the end of the world.

Tears drift away, sprinkle all over the sparse branches, do you know that the red and green are reduced?

In this life, the green lantern is alone, and the falling flowers go with the dust!

Hello dear, 1, if you don't come, how dare I grow old. 2. The opposite of love is not hatred, but indifference. -Teresa 3, if you knew me in the past, maybe you would forgive me now.

Zhang Ailing 4, I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain. - Cangyang Gyatso 5, all boys really feel that they will not break their promises when they swear, and when they regret it, they really feel that they can't do it. Solo's oath cannot measure loyalty, nor can it judge right or wrong, it can only prove that at the moment of speaking, each other was sincere.

Nine Nights 6, has always been shallow, but the love is deep. -Gu Man16, your memories are too crowded, and I have no place to stand. 17. The beginning of the story is always like this, when it happens, it is caught off guard.

The story always ends like this, two flowers bloom, and the sky is separated. - Zhang Jiajia 18, I have a lifelong desire to be collected, properly placed, and carefully preserved. Mu Hanheng will save me from being frightened, free me from suffering, free me from being displaced, and free me from having no branches to rely on.

But the man, I knew, I always knew, that he would never come. - Kuang Kuang 19, I will visit my only soul mate in the vast sea of people; I'm lucky; No, my life. -Xu Zhimo 20, there are old things in the south of the city There are messengers in the north of the city When the forest is deep, I see the deer when the sea is blue, I see you when I wake up from my dream, the fog rises when the tree is deep and fast, the waves surge when the sea is deep, I wake up from my dream, I don't see the deer, I don't see the whale, I don't see you --Chang'an Creed 21, maybe every man has had two women like this, at least two.

married a red rose, and over time, the red one changed to a smear of mosquito blood on the wall, and the white one was still "the bright moonlight in front of the bed"; married a white rose, the white one is a grain of rice sticky on the clothes, but the red one is a cinnabar mole on the heart. - Zhang Ailing 22, no matter what kind of suffering you have experienced, there is always someone who will appear to let you forgive God for all the difficulties it has done to you. - Hayao Miyazaki.

The full moon flies into the mirror, and the heart folds the big knife. - August 15th Night Moon (Tang Dufu) The dew is white from tonight, and the moon is the hometown of Ming. - Remembering Brother on a Moonlit Night" (Du Fu) The sun is setting, and the heartbroken man is at the end of the world. - Ma Zhiyuan.

"Homesickness" in the afterglow.

When I was a child, nostalgia was a small stamp, I was at one end and my mother was at that end.

When I grew up, nostalgia was a narrow ticket, I was at this end, and the bride was at that end.

Later, nostalgia was a low grave, I was outside, and my mother was inside.

And now, nostalgia is a shallow strait, I am at this end, and the mainland is at that end.

Tianjingsha Qiusi.

Author] Ma Zhiyuan's limb feast.

Dynasty] Yuan Dynasty.

Withered vines and old trees, faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, ancient roads and westerly winds and thin horses. As the sun sets, the heartbroken man is at the end of the silver world.

Translations. Annotation affinity.

At dusk, a flock of crows landed on an old tree entwined with dead vines and let out a terrible wail.

The water under the small bridge is rattling, and the smoke of the villagers by the small bridge is curling.

A thin horse on the ancient road is struggling to move forward against the west wind.

The setting sun gradually loses its luster and sets in the west.

In the bleak night, only the lonely traveler wanders in a distant place.

I used to be. Polishing the traces of time.

Knock out a basket of "grass grains" on your fingertips.

I don't know for whom. Let time imprison you.

All the energy.

It's like a pile of pebbles.

A bell that fills my heart.

Play a long-lost song.

Back to the old days, he became a "miser".

Withered Snow Lotus.

Winter. Whether a beam of sunshine warms you.

Far away.

Limb Fierce omitted all concerns.

Sounds from near and far.

Jump-like rhythm.

Neurological. Cheats.

I want to get your mercy.

Want to hear your words.

Even if it's a gentle greeting.

It will also move for a century.

And you. But it's getting stranger and stranger.

Where does the laughter go?

Loneliness and obsession.

Fate comes and goes. Flowers bloom and fall.

All good things come to an end.

Where the love returns, the leaves return to the roots.

The place where you can't return is called your hometown.

For thousands of years, where there is a home, there is a look of anticipation, and there is an endless wait. Leaf fall is always a kind of genetic code rooted in the memory of life. I believe that there is a saying called homecoming.

There is nothing to put in my heart, at any time the light flows quietly, Yichang is hungry and unharmed?

There is also an inexplicable joy and melancholy, tangled in the chest, with a beautiful smile to define the mood of the moment, and with a restless heart and a graceful state of mind.

Every morning, every day the sun sets ......

Beginning to make a fuss or miss the sky, the past pictures switch back and forth, folded into diagonals, forgotten or leaning on, just like clouds and smoke, the vast sky is on one side.

Trance and fragile calling, shouting ......

All of this, waiting for the wind and clouds to change, waiting for the time to pass, waiting alone! In the secret letters of the years, how many secrets are hidden, and how many worries are sealed in the dust.

I wonder if the sighs of the crowd can also be listened to each other......

I want to know if I can miss and meet ...... of my own cry

I want to give me warmth and strength in the next second, and I don't have ...... in the depression

Is there a perfect blessing so that each other is not alone, and not comprehended alone.

There is no kind of prayer, a call to burn love. The reflection of the silhouette light, the appearance of the hometown in my heart, although the future is long, I only wish to agree to continue the ...... with you in your dreams

In late autumn, the leaves have fallen, let me gently hold the hand of the years, pick up the frost maple leaves all the way, go through the cycle of the four seasons, and come to your side ......

Listen to me: My love, the leaves fall back to the roots.