Tik Tok's hottest antique copy

1, clear my eyes and cleanse my heart; What I've experienced, what I've dreamed of. 2, independent small bridge people do not know, a week is like a fight for a long time. At dusk, the rain hit the pear and closed the door. 3. I miss June Xi, Hou Jun Xi, when I think June will return. I miss you Xi, I think of tears, I wear tasteless makeup, I put on my wedding clothes for you, and dare to peep at my beauty? 4, cherry blossom red, willow green. In the sound of swallows, acacia is another year. 5, the cloister is an inch of acacia, and the bright moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart. 6. In March, the spring breeze caressed the willows, and the mountains and rivers were dressed in green again. 7. Only when I don't forget my lovesickness, Leng Xiang is flying with flocks of snowflakes and hibiscus flowers. The bamboo hut seems to have a fleeting time. When I turn around, the lotus red temple is a touch of peach blossom. Just lovesickness, HongLing deeply heartbroken, graceful dance, hatred, not as good as originally hoped. Just don't forget the lovesickness, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is light, the center of the painting boat is splashed with water, the smoke from the kitchen is continuous, and the thin willow leaves roll up your hair. Acacia does not forget, the world of mortals is wrong for thousands of times, Suzhou is stained with blood, there are warm stars and rocks, and pears are soaked in the rain. Don't forget acacia, apricot blossom in Chang 'an in March, the seed of love cherishes his youth and misses him, but he always stays in his heart. 8. Don't say that Iraqis have no tears, just because Iraqis have shed all their tears. * * * Drinking southern candles will make you homesick. The branches are indifferent, and the fallen flowers drift mercilessly. Afraid of lovesickness, I have missed it, and it's my turn to miss it, revealing a trace of brow. 9, cloud sleeve curved eyes smile, Nong Yu flute catkins floating, in January, bamboo road, snow in Xie Qiao. 10, the setting sun is heartless, drunk and lonely under the moon, speechless at night; A dreamer, the soul of a desolate cliff corner, gallops alone in the galaxy. 1 1, Qingfeng and I made an appointment to send three or two moonshine and pour it into the inkstone for grinding. Dip in ink to describe, somewhat quiet, somewhat indifferent. Acacia in the eyebrows and eyes has never been said. 12, the rain is sparse and the fire is poured. The swing in the alley is still unclear. Apricot buds are fragrant and broken. Pink and faded white rouge. 13, look up and frown in spring. 14, don't blame the little girl for asking questions for days. From now on, the mountain is far away. I'll go alone. You don't have to send me away! 15, I wish I could not accumulate fate before my death, and the green light of the ancient Buddha is fleeting. The most popular antique replica of Tik Tok is 2 1, and the paper is a little worn and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years. 2. Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, or maybe it's the fate in the next life. It is wrong to meet in this life, and it will only increase fruitless resentment. When your story is written in ink and the paper is warm, I will definitely hide my love, hate and arrogance. 4, the west out of Yangguan accompanied by no reason, drunk and no return, a willow, in exchange for a drop of heroic tears. 5. A piece of paper, cool thin, with words that embarrassed me for half my life; A piece of paper vicissitudes, the book I am lonely; A piece of paper is light yellow; Remember the wind and frost in my life. 6. Even if you are surrounded by mountains and rivers, even if the emperor is arrogant, there will be no enjoyment from you. What's the use of me? 7. In this life, you are my confidante who has forgotten for thousands of years. You are me, dyed red, and dissipated my sadness. 8. Don't pluck the strings. Bitter to say. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. 9, gently hold the cloud fan step, one anger and one anger, Guerlain beauty, wait for another day, your return to nature, and then laugh for you. 10, heaven, heaven, heaven lost its way, we are waiting for heaven. 1 1, worried about red powder and tears, eyebrows cut off the spring mountain. 12, parting, among the tearful flowers; Heartbroken, at the fingertips. Pale. 13, let sadness disappear in the world; Give love a vast blue sky, give love an endless grassland. Let true love fill between you. 14, you shed all your military uniforms, washed away the wounds of your life, and never went to the battlefield again. I hope your return will last forever. 15, looking at flowers in the fog, who is old and who is waiting. Looking at the moon from the balcony, there is no end to time. 16, where there is a will, there is a way. Go ahead. Hard-working people, there are unexpected events in the sky, and more than 3,000 armor can swallow Wu! 17, snow in Qian Shan, moonlight diarrhea. Waiting for Iraq, lovesickness. Cold clothes tune, a song, endless feelings, knot. 18, you have your clothes, I have my gone with the wind, you love your beauty, I love my gentleman smile. 19, the wind in the tree startled the birds, and the bare grass was covered with cold flies. 20, the sword refers to the sky, I would like to cut off the world of mortals for you, cover up the world, and punish thieves, but please Zhan Yan chuckle. 2 1, drinking wine alone and offering sacrifices, shows a lovesick man in the painting. Listen to the running water of Wangjiang railing, who will accompany me to count the fallen flowers? 22. Idle flowers fall out of court, drizzle and breeze blow. Yan Ying ran and smiled at the whole city. Don't remember, don't look, don't want to, are you safe? Ten miles of old wine smells in the streets, and I was drunk in my dream, vaguely seeing you. 23, faded the world of mortals, gave up youth, lost the size of the years, lost the fingertips. 24. On the night of May 35, half of the month, the laurel trees are mottled, the wind is moving, and it is lovely. 25. After this, I will miss you. You go to the south and I'll go to the north. You are close to mountains and waters, and my heart is full of difficulties. There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite. Let him know everything and smile for you. 27. Whoever has been on the battlefield since ancient times has done his best. 28. The emergence of our generation in the world is a reminder of the years when we entered the rivers and lakes; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life. 29. Listen to the ups and downs, watch the flowers bloom and fall, and start writing with a faint sunset. Invite the moonlight into the ink, miss the old face, turn around and the window smells fragrant. There are many things in the world, but you are my favorite. 3 1, Lishan dialect is clear at night, and the bell will not complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before. 32. But travelers have at least wine, and there is nothing to be afraid of-until the bell rings in the morning. 33. Leave people worried and hurt. Whispering, thinking deeply. Fade away, sing empty sorrow. Continue to prosper, and where. 34. I will recite the splendid scenery of Dali, plow and cook with you, and take my children home. When you left, the red rope broke. 35, but pour the wine. What do you want tomorrow? This evening is better than worrying about the past. I am afraid that when I look back on the past, I will leave my sadness alone.