A little cinnabar, two sides of Lopa, three or five wild geese, scattered throughout the four seasons. Six stringed green ripples, seven stars hanging, eight or nine parts longing, lazy for ten years pipa. Smiling with tears in her eyes, as if she were crazy, competing for novelty and beauty, unexpectedly breaking her heart. As beautiful as crying blood, it brings tears to people's eyes. Even when tears fall, the flowers become intoxicated. Here are some philosophical emotional sentences that the editor has compiled for you. I hope you enjoy them. 1. Love is like the ends of the earth, flowing through the sea and rivers with clouds and water. Frost and cold clouds sink, smoke and clouds dissipate, and a graceful flower on the other shore gently slips away in the passing years; The sound slows down, a shadow shatters my thoughts, a wind, flowers, cold rain flows away, and three thousand infatuated dreams sing softly into a mournful song. Glancing at a hint of tenderness, how can emotions be tolerated? 2. The passing of time remains, but the story of youth is no longer there. Thousands of mountains and rivers, you are separated by the ends of the earth; Thousands of miles, only shallow longing. Turning around, a thousand twists and turns, the sadness of the past, the loneliness of yesterday, all the smoke like memories in the light days, fluttering away, far away. 3. Memories mottled with moss come as they dodge along the path, and the Jiangnan girl with green temples and snail clouds wafts in the ink, dancing with the emotions of ice and snow and the charm of butterfly feathers. The thousand year old poetic sentiment is not old, just like my longing, with a thin poem and a flowing cup of ancient poetry, freely expressing the ancient charm. 4. You walked through the dawn all the way, wearing a veil of mist, lightly sniffing the heart with a clear and slightly fishy scent and a faint floral fragrance, listening to intoxicating love words, seeing the twin swallows passing through the forest flowers and falling in love, whispering about a spring flower event, conveying the joy of blooming flowers to your heart, hiding the vicissitudes of time, and swaying the charm of youth. 5. Sitting alone on a tall branch, gazing at the pavilion, the past has passed and we look back. The colorful trees and snowy sky cover our loneliness, and the long tail falls in a daze. The vastness of heaven and earth allows us to see people passing by. On the first day, there was no cloud and thousands of miles of light, and the sunflower bloomed with a fragrant fragrance. When I lowered my head and looked shyly, I bloomed all over the mountains to be known, and when I returned to the scenery, I painted the flowers towards the sky. 6. My face has passed away, who can appreciate its beauty? I want to hold onto the lingering fragrance of winter snow, but the flying snow turns into merciless tears. After the dance, the tears in the butterfly robe have faded away. Who will bring the wind and moon to the forest platform? After worshipping the moon and wandering around, there will be no achievements or mistakes in the remaining beauty. The air will shed tears and laughter in silence, drifting in the dew and burying in the shadows. 7. The Jade Palace and Golden Pavilion, adorned with six young pieces of clothing, are adorned with delicate silk and bamboo in the orchestra, with a preference for folded willows. Zhihu responded with a decree to offer yellow silk, but whose hand does that stroke of prosperity belong to. Long queues, flat boats, and a brief history, how can we generalize to those luxurious times. Words are exhausted, how can ink be enough? Three thousand talismans are still considered rudimentary. 8. Don't treat that person as a friend, if they show affection when you are lucky. Only such a person can be considered a friend, if they can save you from danger. You can see the words I type on the screen, but you can't see the tears I shed on the keyboard. 9. Looking at the bundle of eyes and breath amidst the red and green flowers and willows, gradually compiled the warmest emotions in my heart. Although I have left, I believe in every footprint, there is still happiness and laughter in every inch of sunshine, and pure nostalgia still lingers in the rustling of every leaf. 10. Sighing at the ethereal passage of time, pale with the past, a cold wind locks the autumn heart. The carving knife of time marks its era on the face, but it cannot remember all the beauty and vicissitudes. Just leaving intermittent shallow marks, go and condense the story bit by bit at this moment. 11. Only by looking back at you can I think of your morning and evening. Whoever accepts whose calamity becomes whose obsession. Life is as ordinary as when we first met. Dust is always like water, rarely shedding tears, why spend a lifetime in love? Don't ask what it means to refrain from emotions, as excessive love will ultimately harm oneself. 12. I exchange my love for three generations for your lifelong encounter. By the Three Lives Stone, flowers bloom on the other shore, enchanting and enchanting. The fire illuminates the long loneliness, and longing floats in the cold moon. It's like encountering a rain, intricate and complex. The rain covers the heart deeply, how deep does it penetrate the courtyard? 13. One flower, one world, one thought, one dust fate. Falling flowers intentionally dye their sleeves, and no one listens to their foolish words? The past is like smoke, whose loneliness has touched whose heart? Whose youth is drunk and guarding the mortal world? Whose wait was given to whom? The persistence that has persisted for thousands of years is only due to one promise: I will wait for you in the next life! 14. The beginning of the mortal world, the land of misty rain in Jiangnan, has been a burden to the world ever since. Even if the glory of Zonghua is destroyed, there is no regret or resentment. After experiencing the ups and downs of the world, we can look at the landscape and remain silent. It's like joining hands in a good season, looking at both sides together, the mountains and rivers are round and uneven, the clouds are white and the dogs are wild, the flowers bloom and wither. 15. In the blink of an eye, with green hair and white hair, looking back indifferently, a few vicissitudes of life linger in my heart, tears streaming down my face alone. At the end of a hundred thousand nights, who will turn into a green lamp for me, who will lean against the door and gaze alone at the thousand year fireworks. Life is like a dream, gathering and parting, a few reunions, a few separations, fate comes and goes as you please.