It is used to repay the tears in the world for a look back on the past life and a few drops of dew in the past life. That sad' vanity eyebrows', that falling in love. Since ancient times, ghosts and gods have been the most harmful, and the word' love' has been the most hurtful. Among the three realms and five elements, only emotion is the most uncontrollable and it is immortal. For a stubborn truth, for the alliance of the sea and the mountains next to the Sanshengshi, life is sealed on the altar of love. A roll of yellowed tissue paper, bitter tears. After that, the world chewed back and forth, turned over thousands of times and shed thousands of tears. Affectionate peony contains spring tears, weak rose lies on the branches. Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands. Suddenly some hearts hate Cao Xueqin. I don't understand. In that life, why write such a tragedy. I have suffered from myself and others.
Boundless love, relentless waves, romance submerged in the world of mortals, waves scouring out many kinds of infatuation. At the moment of eye contact, the chapters of memory are frequently read. The lotus hoe dropped heavy mud and the petals swirled in the air. Whose tears are flying? Does anyone know if those scattered fragments are tears or petals? Can that tortuous article really tell the endless pain of Daiyu? Love is unforgettable because of pain. So it's hard to let go, so it's hard to give up.
There is no sad song for me, I don't know what happened. Hello, Baoyu! "It left an indelible mark on my heart. What are you talking about? Do you hate him? It's just that fate is doomed to be sad and happy. Because there is no hope, so very helpless. So it contributed to this sentence that no one can finish. Isn't she self-sufficient in all this pain? It is said that flowers are stupid, but people are more stupid than flowers. Who let her choose to repay in tears in her last life?
Injury, to what extent; Pain, how much pain? What happened to life? You can only understand when your heart is broken. Obsessed with burying life, the wind is rustling, the rain is misty, and the tears are raining, and the sooner the heavier. Daiyu, if your smile didn't fascinate me, how could I sink into your bathing eyes? Yes, I was drunk. Getting drunk is a teenager's dream.
Four eyes staggered, such as fireworks. She faced me with endless bitterness for many years. This is a strong wine, a forbidden feeling, slowly flowing out; Alone with the moon, you have something to say but nothing to say. Tears rolled down my skin when I gently lifted my gauze sleeves and touched your plain face with rain. Tears fell on my skirt, so thick and heavy. It seems that for several years, that pool of tears has not stopped flowing. With tears, the wind can't dry them. Memories are like floating dust for nine days. Who will decorate the beautiful picture of love? It even rained in Mao Mao on the Indus River until the evening.
Perhaps, the bitter crimson pearl never returned to hate the sky. That fragrant soul may have drifted away with the wind, wandering in the branches, turning into beautiful peach blossom snow in the inner senses, dancing with the wind and drifting away.
People can go through many vicissitudes, and so can God. A budding heart, how can she go back to hating the sky, and then wander in another idiotic dream! If I were a poet, I might be able to tell the story of Daiyu's life in gorgeous words; If I decide on Jiao Ren, I can at least shed tears for his sadness. Unfortunately, I am not a poet, and I can never tell her sadness; I'm not Jiao Ren. I can't cry. I can only express my sympathy with simple words and sincere and warm tears.
Flowers bloom and fall, turning into red dust. The flute is piercing and the pink calyx is flying. This is the hidden book of Cao Xueqin, which makes people feel pain when they see it. Powder falls on Baihuazhou, and flowers can destroy Yanlou. Every time I think back in my dream, I burst into tears. Tragedy finally became a heart-wrenching pain in my chest, a poison planted by Daiyu in my heart in her early years, which can never be pulled out again.
May Nong have wings under his knees and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. Where the hell is Xiangshan? If Jinxiang didn't collect beautiful bones, there would be a loess to cover the wind. What the loess buries is not only the bad debts in the spring flowers and the autumn moon, but also the joy of idiots. So that every time I look up at this long page, it is an empty sigh.
Look at those deep eyes after 1000 years, girl, how heavy is your tearful dress? The short "Burying Flowers" tells the sorrow of your life, and who can tell the pain of your life? Dou Yun Daiyu is crazy, even crazier.
Alone in the sky: Who drew a shocking exclamation point in the history of love with tears?
Mourning words of that season