I m looking for an article about the story of Gao Shan and Bai Yun falling in love and breaking up

Bai Yun didn't know if the nostalgia in her heart was happiness, but she clearly knew that she had been very happy.

"Farewell, Shayanara".

The most is the gentleness of the bowed head, Like a water lotus flower that is not shy, The word is precious, the word is precious, and there is a sweet sorrow in that cherishment—— Shayanara!

Zhu Ziqing's "Moonlight on the River Pond" is a classic.

There are also small wooden boats.

Snowy Flying Eagle Original first published on 2005-5-18 9:13:21 Popularity: 1772

Through every spring and autumn of the years.

Leave duckweed all the way to drift in the wind.

The old dream of the dust edge can't leave the footprints of moving forward.

The history of youth is not full of spring sorrow and autumn resentment.

Walk through the dusty window of the years.

Leave a few light ripples behind.

Yesterday's story has long been left on both sides of the river.

Tomorrow's itinerary is still uncertain.

A small wooden boat chases a dream.

Blizzards and rain can't stop the pace of progress.

The little wooden boat could not carry many sorrows.

Who wants to accompany me all the way.

Yan Jidao "Linjiang Immortal".

After the dream, the stairs are locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up. Last year, when the spring hatred came. The falling flowers are independent, and the micro swifts are flying.

I remember the first time Apple saw her, and she was very angry. The lutea strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.

I feel that "Luo Shen Fu" is more beautiful.

The LORD is my shepherd, and I will not lack.

He made me lie down on the green grass and brought me to the water's edge where I could rest.

He revives my soul and leads me in the path of righteousness for His name's sake.

Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for you are with me; Thy rod and thy rod comfort me.

Before my enemies thou hast made a feast for me. Thou hast anointed my head with oil, and thy cup of blessing hast overflowed.

Grace and mercy will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.

Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick.

Sauvignon Blanc and long reminiscence. The Sauvignon Blanc is endless.

I knew it was so stumbling, how could I not know each other at the beginning.

"Jia Pingwa's Prose Collection".

The pieces are beautiful, and the sentences are classic.

Of course, it's Zhang Ruoxu's "Spring River Flower Moonlight Night"!

Talking about love This is a topic that is often talked about and often new, and it has been hot for many years; This is a very delicate emotion, and many people want to be speechless; This is the most sacred temple, and many people have dressed it in the most splendid clothes. We praise the greatness of love, but we curse the fickleness of love. Some people swear by it, some people break their hearts and intestines for it, you and I, he and she have all experienced different love experiences, why has love changed so much?

What can we use to interpret the declaration of love? In fact, all of our love patterns can be matched in literature, everyone can find their own love equation, see which kind of love model you belong to?

Walk through the dusty window of the years.

Leave a few light ripples behind.

Yesterday's story has long been left on both sides of the river.

Tomorrow's itinerary is still uncertain.

Zhang Xu's "Peach Blossom Creek".

Li Shangyin's "Night Rain Sends North".

Qu Yuan's "Lisao", "Mountain Ghost" and "Mrs. Xiang".

The Book of Songs

The book "How Much Do You Know About the Flowers in Your Dreams" has a poem written by Luo Luo at the beginning, which is okay

Let's miss Cangyue and Teng Ping's books!! ~

Thanksgiving to the motherland is very easy to write, it is to love the motherland, you can first tell some patriotic hero stories, and then recall the kindness of the motherland to you, and then be grateful?

Alone silently looking back at those beautiful moments, listening to "Alone in the West Building" with a touch of sadness, telling a deep meaning: "The moon is like a hook, the lonely sycamore, the deep courtyard locks the autumn, the cut is constant, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful, and there is a taste in my heart." "The song is played in my ears, immersed in it, in the same season, it is no longer the way it was back then, in the long years of youth, how many stories flow, after a separation, I don't know how many haggard faces, how many hearts have been lost, at this moment, I just want to quietly listen to the things in the memory, the people in the memory.

No matter how far I have traveled and how the years have changed, that time has swept my heart, silently stopping at the other end of the city, thinking of you.