The girl's antique signature is sad and poetic. The years in 2022 are so fast, old and fleeting.

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning

The girl's antique signature is sad and poetic. The years in 2022 are so fast, old and fleeting.

I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.

A dreamy, quietly cool autumn, feel the city frost.

The heart is slightly moved, but the feelings are far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be heavy.

Autumn wind, through the dust, clouds and water, silent, stay in the world of mortals, waiting for an agreement.

I searched in the vast world, just to find my inner belonging.

Time flies, old and fleeting.

Looking at the end of the Song Dynasty, things are different, sighing the prosperity of the world is not enough for tenderness.

Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.

If I couldn't control myself in the depths, how could my heart be as cold as ice?

This life is true and false, but it is just a flower in the water. It's already scattered into sand without seeing it clearly.

Even if the world laughs at my infatuation for thousands of years, I will wait for you to return from watching the sea year after year.

I wrote a picturesque picture for you, but you made me waste my life.

Knowing that no one is looking back, who can not think about it.

Playing the piano with sleeves, the seven strings are exquisite, the reeds are in the boat, and the misty rain is hazy.

Who forgot the fleeting time and precipitated the years?

Who makes a promise, time goes by, but always fails to live up to it.

Delicate memory, a touch of beauty flowing on the tip of the tongue.

A stroke, a painting, a parting from a poem, a word and a sorrow.

Yes, I want to turn into a southwest wind and disappear into my husband's arms!

Although young and romantic can be painted, it is difficult to develop their own style.

I met you before the south wind started. The south wind rose slightly and went their separate ways. It turns out that our love is just a memory blown by a gust of wind.

The wind told me that it waited for thousands of years and wasted into a drop of ink in the picture scroll.

Leave the banquet, sing and play, and forget the wine.

Looking at the fleeting time, silent. After all, I let you down in this scene

Love is like running water, love is like peach blossom, and I am floating through your dreams.

If the ancient style is plum blossom, the Qingming silk rain is sprinkled, and one branch is folded, and the plum blossom reveals tears.

Drink turbid wine, put down words, get drunk all night, forget to sigh about life, and enjoy yourself.

Worry-free listening to the wind, falling snow to sleep, falling flowers in one season, dancing in another. Stars fall into cities if they float.

Although the world is bitter, it is you who are suffering. No matter how good you are, it is also the way home for others.

I gave up my romantic life for you, I picked up my tenderness for you, I traveled all over the world for you, and I lowered all requirements.

I would rather not be an emperor than have a beautiful woman around me.

An auspicious day, a delicate and pretty girl, dressed in red, knelt down to meet the bride, smiled at one another with her classmate HongLing, and went to the grave to grow old together.

Completely drunk, I can't see the sky in the water. A ship full of dreams sank into the Milky Way.

How many dusk misty rain inclined eaves, opened the poem, evoked a piece of paper Jiangnan.

I hope my hair is green, my hair is white, and I will make you worry-free.