Lihuashang

You talk about the begonias outside the curtain and the mandarin ducks on the Jinping screen. Later, the spring in the courtyard was deep, and the painting hall was close by. You said that the sound of the flute is like a complaint, and it took a lot of thinking, Later, the tea smoke was still green, and there were countless people. You say you are as lovely as jade, and you are with me. Later, I looked out from the long pavilion and saw the night was slightly cool. You said that the rosy clouds stain the sky and the flowers bloom on the road, who can enjoy it? Later, the smoke and willows were dark, and the water in the middle of the lake was moving like no other.

Wrong, wrong, wrong, too many mistakes, missed meeting, missed holding hands. Don't, don't, don't, don't be sentimental, don't regard your time as this life, don't let the years pass by like water. Hate, hate, hate, hate forever, hate that time is too short to leave a piece of infatuation, hate this life. Sigh, sigh, sigh, sigh silently, sighing at how long the separation will end, sighing at the end of sad love. Resent, blame, blame, blame that person, blame him for not being able to keep his promise for a long time, blame him for being drunk and drunk. Sadness, sadness, sadness, tears of sadness, sadness creeping into my heart, sadness and desolation. Bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter tea fragrance, bitter wait for thousands of years of reincarnation, bitter sitting in front of a lonely lamp, tears illuminate the shadow of the blue shirt.

The branches are full of blooms, and the pear blossoms are injured and fly into dust. Pear blossoms are sad, and love is sad. How can deep love be short-lived? The branches are full of flowers, the pear blossoms are in tears, and they fall into a rain of flowers. When pear blossoms fall, so do tears. How can deep love be bitter? The branches are full of blooms, the pear blossoms are covered with snow, and they have fallen into residual catkins. When pear blossoms wither, so does the heart. How can deep love wither? The branches are full of flowers, and the pear blossoms are raining and falling into flower mud. When the pear blossoms wither, so does love. Why is deep love sad?

Hold a ray of breeze and fall into a dream The blue water is clear, the mist is hazy, and in a small boat, you have gone far away. I still remember the past, passionate gentlemen, singing the piano and flute, making love to each other across the world, meeting each other and getting to know each other, but it was always difficult to stay together. The dust and smoke are dim, and the clouds are dark and shadowy. Staring into the distance, the old friend is nowhere to be seen. I can't forget that waterfront, that peach forest, that slowly falling oil-paper umbrella, that was filled with thoughts about the past and present life. I started to speak but stopped, and thousands of words stayed in the mountains and rivers, like the sound of the empty valley, looming. Half yearning for love, my dream is cool, dressed in green clothes, walking to the water and clouds, closing my eyes and thinking constantly, the flying flowers are scattered, the clear water is slightly aggravated, the brows are furrowed, the osprey sings lightly, I wonder where the gentleman is? The light rain beats on the strings of the piano, and the rhyme is cool and the heart is even colder. Thousands of sails have passed, and the fallen flowers are withered. If you don't see them, I will sigh in vain. A page of rice paper is splashed with ink to express lovesickness. The lovesickness is endless. Who would cherish the paper and inkstone? The hand that held the corner of your clothes wrote down love words one by one, and lay drunk in the peach forest. That season, the peach blossoms were raining, the peach blossoms were promising, the peach blossoms were scattered, the wind was quiet, and the night was slightly cold. No one said anything, so I could only meditate on half a volume of poems. Where I stare, the flowers are quiet and graceful, the leaves are green, and they are about to bloom. They have a good season, but they never reach perfection. Maybe I am tired, I just want to find a place of peace, hold a ray of breeze, and fall into a dream...

The beginning of the story is very novel, starting from the immortals committing crimes and being demoted to the mortal world, so there are Li Rong of the Pear Blossom Fairy, Lang Kun of the Silver Armor General, Lang Ze of Kuixing, Liu Yuanzhen of the Fourth Princess, and Liu Jin of the Jade Emperor's bodyguard. Bo, Peach Blossom Fairy's Zhijuan, Erlang God's Huyan Jituo, Little God Bee's Chen Ruoyu, Wengluo Maid's Bai Yan, Huading God's Liu Houmu, God of War's Taxi, a series of love relationships have been derived around the jade pear hairpin. I admire Li Rong's boundless love, and can give up everything for the one he loves, just to fulfill his great cause; I also admire Lang Kun's never giving up on the one he loves from heaven to earth; and I even more praise the princess Zhijuan who made peace for the sake of peace. I cried several times while reading this book. I was deeply impressed by the author's writing style. Every vivid character is vividly written on the page. In the end, everyone has their final destination and the ending they deserve. It's worth reading!

Love turns into sorrow, full of tears; like flowers falling silently, no one knows. Love turns into sorrow, tears flow freely, like flowers falling, speechless, no one knows. Love turns into mourning, tears continue, like flowers falling without interest, no one can see them. Love turns into sorrow, tears are like rain, like flowers falling without leaving a trace, no one is sad.

I used to think that Li Rong's love was persevering, fulfilling, and persistent, which was very sad. Why should lovers suffer such torture if they can't finally get married? But when the dark clouds cleared, I realized that what she did was right. Because of her perfection, perseverance, and perseverance, they finally got married... The initial sympathy and admiration for Li Rong also turned into appreciation, admiration, and sincere blessings...

Pear blossoms fall, The coquettish eyes sing at night, eventually wears away, The fragrant temples shadow the Qinhuai River, Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, Love is so deep that it's hard to let go, My heart ached, Each turned around to no avail, Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, The mist and rain wash away the hustle and bustle, Sweet and indifferent, The hut is green with pine and crane roosts, Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, The cold fragrance floats in Xianchi Pavilion, finally liberated, Who can I tell you about my soft intestines? Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, In March, the wind blows and the snow blows, Chang'an month, When is it cloudy or sunny? Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, I once made a promise to you, But why, Living up to Qingmei's promise, Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, Gu Hong only reflected on his reflection, I am lonely, Fame and wealth are like shackles, Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, Taste all the bitterness and astringency of floating life, finally understand, Things and people have changed, and today is no longer what it was yesterday. Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, It is difficult to write about love with a heavy pen. Empty and sad, Hundreds of grasses, frost and withered leaves, butterflies, Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, Knowing that sincerity is exchanged for indifference, Love is hard to break, Covered with cuts and bruises, moths flutter into the fire, Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, I swear that I will hold the pearl of wisdom, Sighing, Things in the world change so unpredictablely, Poor lovesickness. Pear blossoms fall, Life and death depend on each other for blessings and misfortunes, Not worth it, Honey in mouth, sword in belly, heart in heart, Poor lovesickness.

Why can a compass draw a circle? Because the feet are walking but the heart remains unchanged. Why can't you realize your dream? Because the mind is unsettled, the feet cannot move.

I abandoned the article, not because it was not well written. The author's writing style is very fluent. After reading the beginning, I felt that it was not that attractive to me. The beginning of the chapter is about Ruo Fool, Great Wisdom Ruo Fool, but through your specific and detailed description, I feel that the author has written about the extreme stupidity of a person, but I have to say that the character creation is very successful. I would venture to guess whether the author likes Dream of Red Mansions very much. This chapter-style title has a bit of a Red Mansions feel to it in terms of content description. Maybe I have read too many ancient poems by Tong Hua, and I feel that it is difficult to overcome difficulties in the past, and I am not suitable for the author's style of writing, but it is worth a read.