Hu Mei Fortune Telling _ Suzhou Wujiang Meiyan Fortune Telling

1, but I can't see it alone, and I didn't know until I burst into tears. 2. Fragrant trees have no flowers, and birds crow all the way to the spring mountain.

3. Canyue's face is bright, don't cry.

If I thought the tide was so regular, I might choose a boy by the river.

5. The voice of broken dreams is always a fate, and farewell will never be the last chord.

6, a few days of joy in spring, a few nights of rain.

7. I heard the lonely notes of the bugle sounded in the dark, and the sadness of the guest is homesick.

8, the green screen should be counted, and the eyebrows hate the dusk.

9. I traveled alone in Qin this year, worrying that spring is not spring.

10, the thin shadow is shallow and the dusk is fragrant.

1 1, always hiding in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and singing nightmares at night, singing prosperity and singing all the memories.

12, looking back at the dream of the end of the world, several souls flew to xipu and shed tears in Dongzhou.

13, this flower and this leaf often set each other off, and the emerald reduces the redness and worries about killing people.

14. Worry can hurt people, but it turns the temples into frost.

15, I can enjoy the black magpie unintentionally, but I beg for silk with spiders.

16, the candle has a heart to say goodbye and tears for others until dawn.

17, worried about an arrow, the wind is fast, half a wave is warm, and you can count posts when you turn around.

18, the purple half-open fence is quiet, and the red skirt is full of worries.

19, no one asked about the peach and plum in the deep palace. I used to love Yuyan but now I hate myself.

20, 400 years into a dream, sad.

2 1, I didn't see last year, and my tears wet my spring shirt sleeves.

22. Waste smoke and cool rain help others worry, and tears dye their skirts without knowing it.

23, sad through the ages, Qinhuai a bright moon!

24, far away, the injury should be heartbroken.

25. How can we live together and not die?

26. Looking at Zhangtai Road, the golden saddle lingers and there are tears.

27, customer worries are reduced, why not give it up?

28. I miss the past and I am hurt.

29. The wild geese gave a plaintive cry, flying from night to night, and the Tatar children had many tears to shed.

30. Your eyes are still open, and no one is still there.

Since no one can bear the burden of my song for you, I hope it can blow to Yanran with the spring breeze, and I miss you outside the distant blue sky.

32. I gave the road to the person who returned to Julia, and the language of human beings gradually became strange, so I returned empty-handed.

33. Today, the mountain city is crying, not just for autumn.

34, shake off a shoulder of smoke and dust, static lock people spend two heartache pictures, eyebrows turn thousands of times, and this moment is also accompanied by an eternal lament.

35, the heroes cried their coats, Providence is hard to ask.

36, peach blossoms fall, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Momomo.

37. Last night, I was sober and worried about the treatment in spring.

38. When you finish singing all the songs, your heart will burst into tears.

39. Looking at the distant shore by leaning on the railing at night, the residual dream falls silently into my heart like snow, and the time is full of decay.

40. Rain hates clouds, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry.

4 1, worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening.

42. Tired of traveling in Luo Jing, no one asked about the sick wine at night.

43. Flowers are like flowers, and no one regrets teaching.

44, half smoke and half rain creek bridge, fisherman drunk no one called.

45. The lingering thoughts are exhausted and my heart is broken and peeling.

46. It is dusk alone, and it is stormy.

47, white-haired scholar tears in China, all bleak, don't go to Niu Shan.

48, hate the world, teach life and death.

49. Send you to Hebei in September, with tears in the snow.

50, the fog is cold, the wind is light, and the jade lock is unlocked.

5 1, Qian Qian's endless tears are even more heartbreaking.

52, March storm, dusk outside the door, there is nothing left in spring.

53, the world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late.

54. As soon as she entered the lock of the red wall deep courtyard, Fei Xia couldn't recall the makeup of the old year.

55, Jinling Jindu Villa Building, pedestrians can worry about themselves for one night.

56. The Queen Mother celebrated the banquet, and the immortal's tears filled the golden plate.

57. When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. Take them home as a symbol of our love for my sake.

58, Qu Gang jumped into the fish, and the lotus flower was diarrhea, and no one looked lonely.

59. Be hesitant and don't worry.

60. I don't know the soul, but I have a dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?

6 1, Haike returned the pearl with tears, and Zhangtai people removed the bones and left the fragrance.

62. Where is heaven and earth going? Old love and new dreams come, and dusk ends.

63. It is worrying that the rocks in Chibi have fallen and the grass near the Feishui Bridge has withered.

This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be even better.

65, there is always a bleak, gaunt, and Yantai good sentences.

66. Dreaming back to people is far more worrying, only in the pear blossom storm.

67. At first glance, Chu and Xiang 'e were speechless and shed tears.

68. The flowers are fading and the wind is unbearable. The curtain hangs late and heavy work is done, and the steps are lingering and the moss dances red.

69. Being by the river is an endless stream of tears.

70. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

7 1, obviously small like agarwood, a sad desire to paint.

72. It's not as dusty and deserted as the night platform.

73. But before he conquered, he died. Since then, heroes have been crying on their coats.

74. I sincerely call for Xinfeng wine to melt my sorrows.

75. Who will complain about loneliness? Foreword is always faint.

76. It takes a long day to fight for grief.

77. Tears return to the eyes, never meet each other before marriage.

78. Look, the flowers are heartbroken, but listen, the years are seamless.

79. The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping Crescent returns.

80. Spring tides bring rain late, and there is no boat to cross the wild.

Aesthetically sentimental poems and sentences

A thousand years, a smile, a long time, a snap of your fingers.

Mulberry fields have endless souls for thousands of years, dark day and night, and pale hearts covered with stone moss.

Mo Yan's mountain is so deep that no one can be found in it. In the fog, the shadow of flowers lingers, pale and dull.

The remaining eyebrows of the bustling tramp have blurred his wishes.

Chitose romantic several times, also don't know where to live, also don't know friends, just laugh and deceive yourself.

Ye Xuanhong is lonely, no one picks it up, and the floating and dyed wild stamens dive in the wind.

Red candle tears into ashes, knowing each other and cherishing each other, lovesickness is difficult to be together, and it is difficult to be together.

A few times, the water left and the clouds stayed, but I still remember those lingering flowers and bouquets.

How can a bloody painting rival your brow? A little cinnabar covered the whole world. It is still just a busy game writing protocol. I just want to see you cry again.

The world of mortals is drunk, the cup is drunk, and there are too many medicine clusters in the famous doctor's banquet under the moon.

A few days after the beauty, there is no one on earth.

Don't look back at the wind, dust, fragrance, color, sound, song, blood, snow, blue silk and string language, and you are so sad.

In the dream, passers-by laughed at the cloister, and the autumn colors faded away. The world is short and the world is long.

I am detached from the world, watching the world of mortals coldly, and indulging in it for you.

Peanut flowers hurt, flowers are unbearable, and life and death are endless.

Fortune-telling is not an act of god, but an affair of a woman's life.

Listen to the flute and look at the clouds around you, but you will know that you didn't rest until you met me again.

Mo Wen, in this life, how can you look at the spring flowers and snow on the balcony in a hurry?

I have seen the bustling smoke, accompanied by a faint smile in the flowers on Liu 'an, flowing like running water.

Chen Jue Road, thanks to the bustling dance banquet in the past, has no emotional sadness and looks haggard.

Amethyst has been in bloom for a hundred years. Xi He used to get drunk under the shade of a phoenix.

Only the scattered chords in life will tremble, and I am watching the long road of the Milky Way.

The sky thundered with anger, the west wind exploded with anger, and the dust dissipated like smoke.

Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.

The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.

Let him know everything and smile for you.

Suffering unfortunately hates the sky, hates blood and mourns for thousands of years, incarnating flying flowers and hating.

Meet in this world in the international conference of the nebula for hundreds of millions of years, and meet here in the vast sea of people alternating with red dust. When we can't understand the nature of heaven and earth behind this karma coincidence, there is often a very beautiful saying: there is something called missing in the world of fate, just as the ancients said: if we don't see each other for a day, there will be another kind of missing: one kind of missing, two places of leisure, just for frowning, but in my heart, it is still like: thinking long and hating long.

Drunk, laughing, accompanying you for 30 thousand games, not complaining about parting.

It is hard to tell how sad the wind is, how soft the heart is, how blue the sky is, how short the feelings are, and how long the ends of the earth are.

Complete works of classic sentimental poems and sentences

Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.

How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.

Ask what's going on in the world and teach people to live and die together.

Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.

Shorten each term, live and die together. The website in spring will follow this blank soil. Today I laugh at Yi. Who will give it to me next year? The bleak Shouchun Building proves the fruit of nirvana.

Looking around, very lonely and painful.

I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

Fate comes and goes like water, and where does it go after separation and reunion?

Fate is gone, but feelings are hard to stop. There are cliffs and endless thoughts.

Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.

Looking back, Qin Huangxue's courtship is so sad.

Affectionate spare hate, and this endless sadness has been going on since ancient times.

Heroes have been lonely since ancient times, and fate is hard to help, but people are happy, flowers bloom and fall, and people disappear. Whitehead is fame, old mountain is old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few confidants, who will listen to the broken string?

But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

There is nothing I can do to eliminate this situation, but I frown to my heart.

Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves.

Since ancient times, Leng Qingqiu Festival has been left out even worse.

How many times have you looked at me and played the flute in Bian Mei under the ancient moonlight? Arouse jade people, whether they are cold or crawling. He Xun is old, but he forgets the spring breeze. But strangely enough, the flowers outside the bamboo are sparse, and the spring cold enters the Yao mat. Jiangguo is lonely. I sighed and sent it away, and the snow began to accumulate at night. Cui Zunyi cried, and the red calyx was silent. I always remember working together to crush a thousand trees. It was cold in You Lan, and the debris was blown away.

Dead vines, old trees, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, west winds, thin horses, heartbroken people in the sunset!

Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind.

If two people have a long-term relationship, is it a matter of time?

Falling flowers deliberately follow the running water, and running water has no love for falling flowers.

Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

Love is love, love is love, and the dream is long. ...

How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life and what is the limit of solitude!

Classical aesthetic sentimental poems

First, at that time, I crossed mountains and rivers to become a stupa, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road! I want to touch the piano for you, so that this touching encounter and lovesickness with nowhere to escape can be conveyed incisively and vividly with the sound of the piano, and a lasting beauty can be rounded with love. Buddha said: Only by cultivating immortals can we help each other in the same boat. Maybe it's because I haven't practiced enough. I can never find the right words to describe you. I can't say such feelings, but I feel distressed, but I can't hold your hand.

Second, when your hair is good, you can wear ten miles of red makeup.

Third, hell is neither empty nor Buddha.

Fourth, look forward to a hundred years of rivers and lakes. Who told me about dreams in the wind? I can't keep it. The wind in the dream does not need to be retained. I want to go with the wind. It is true to keep the dream fading, and blooming is just a past tense.

Five, this time I leave you, is the wind, rain, night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.

Six, wait for the flowers to bloom and the waves to run out, and be alone with you.

Seven, rather than asking the saints for liberation, it is better to rob the sink forever.

Eight, if you run wild, I will accompany you with wine for the rest of my life.

Nine, the paper fan is folded in half, this chaotic world.

Ten, sleepless nights, pen into thoughts, endless; In my dream, I can't get rid of my pillow memories, and I'm speechless. Interpretation of heartbreak, leaving only indifference and hesitation.

Eleven, there are too many misfortunes in life, too many helplessness, people who love each other can't be together, maybe this life is destined to be only a long miss, don't hesitate, don't complain, life is sometimes like this. As long as I have you in my heart and love you in my heart, I am stronger and more motivated than anything else. Although the world is separated by one side, it is separated by my feelings, my nostalgia, my sincerity and my unforgettable love.

Twelve, surprised to break the wind and cloud of eight thousand miles, burning lights to see if the green frost is not hidden.

Thirteen, this player is heartless, how can he compare with Jun Mei Qing's cooking wine?

Fourteen, the vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is exhausted.

Fifteen, I was born young and energetic.

16. Will love carved on the back of the chair, like flowers on cement, open a windless and lonely forest?

17, 10 years of life and death are two boundless, don't think about it, it's unforgettable, and there is nowhere to be sad.

Eighteen, the moonlight is good, the clouds and bamboos are ethereal, and the dance is smart. Who can enjoy himself when he enters the secular world and watches the world of mortals?

Nineteen, the wonder of life is often subtle. Be a natural flower and follow the season. Don't worry about the sadness when the flowers fall before opening. When it is open, you can open as much as you like and bloom the most beautiful face. After the flowers fall, they will naturally bear solid fruit.

20. Does anyone know that Acacia is written as an axonometric painting?

Twenty-one, affectionate because it is very disappointing. Who do you want to tell?

Even if I beat my rival in love for 3 thousand, I'm not in your heart.

Twenty-three, I will be a lotus picker in the afterlife and meet you in Hengtangshui.

Twenty-four, eyebrows are gathered, Cui Dai is low, pearls are stolen, and good words are received.

Twenty-five, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.

Twenty-six, after a thousand years, a smile, for a long time, flicked a finger.

Twenty-seven, remember, on the road of youth, we must bravely meet adversity, even if we can't realize our original dream, we will open another door for our dream.

Twenty-eight, purple account refers to a cry, it is difficult to forget each other. Sword burial is a wound, and the mind is innocent.

Twenty-nine, send a song to you, don't invite people at the end of the song to get together.

Thirty, the end of the world is not far away, and it is difficult to pursue dreams. Nanshan was shocked into the blue pupil.

Thirty-one, who threw red beans in the south of the Yangtze River, leaving acacia grass behind.

Thirty-two, that time, not for the guests, but for the ladies, she turned into a charming child, walking slowly from Zhou Dunyi's lotus wind, supporting a boat, carrying me in the lonely rain, looking forward to it and falling in love. She blushes, closes her eyes and is ashamed of the moon. There are lively ballads of lotus picking women, charming and moist images under the shadow of Qinhuai plasma lamps, misty balconies, tactfully sad ebony songs, and ancient rhymes of folding leaves into boats and weaving lotus into skirts.

33. Who can lead an honest and clean life?

Thirty-four, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.

Thirty-five, the long strip, countless fireworks, you look back with lanterns, pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.

Thirty-six, one hundred thousand nights, who is for me, a green lantern, who leans against the door to watch the Millennium fireworks alone. There are few stars at night, who holds the lamp for me and who waits for the loneliness of the Millennium by leaning against the door alone.

Thirty-seven, how about tonight, honey?

Thirty-eight, dark and desolate, standing alone. When the silent heart is dried in the sun, all the smells inside can't wait for me. I don't know how to keep the fate after meeting. Is it time to teach me to be strong? Perhaps, just China was shocked to the old age, leaving each other with the most beautiful aftertaste.

39. Who is the kind of love in HarmonyOS system?//It's all for romantic feelings.//Try to send your stupidity out when you are sad.//So you can use gold jade to interpret this dream of red mansions.

Forty, Blue Bridge Chun Xue Jun returned to Japan.

Forty-one, at this time, sadness and joy are mixed. The ignorance of smiling at eyes in the past has become a stranger. Nowadays, tacit understanding has become a brief encounter. I don't understand how fate arranges people. What was illusory for a while turned into a dream, which opened the curtain of disappointment.

Forty-two, soft, skin like jelly, collar like dragonfly, teeth like rhinoceros, dull hair, smart smile, long eyes.

Forty-three, waving sleeves and playing the piano, the seven strings are exquisite, the reeds are in the boat, and the rain is hazy.

Forty-four, bursts of quotations decorate Lingxiao, away from jade, only setting a graceful demeanour, morning glow first, pleasing and happy! The body disappears in the fragrance, and I suddenly return to my mind. In short, it is still dusty. Qiao Feng is arrogant, seeking in this life, staying in this life, and people are homesick in books!

Forty-five, on the road of life, the wind and rain are about to drip. Looking back at the pain of refusing to sigh, walking on the journey of crossing the Buddha, tossing and turning, stepping through difficult steps, once lost myself, I can't help but ask myself, is it difficult to be a confidante in the passing of fate?

Forty-six, a roll of old words, listen carefully, sorrow and joy depend on each other.

47. Go south, take dreams as horses. To the west of the sun, broken bones are knives.