The faint bamboo forest sang shallowly all my life.
Broken bridge snow, Leifeng tower, as the leading edge.
Hold your hand, grow old with your son, and this life will last for one thousand years. Chunjiang moonlight
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I wonder how many people will return every month. The falling moon shook the trees by the river.
Jiang Xue of Liu Zongyuan
There are no birds flying over those mountains, and there are no traces of people in those paths. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
Li Bai's concubine is unlucky.
Emperor Xian's pet Gillian is a golden house for storage. The emperor indulged her so much that even if her saliva fell, it would be as precious as pearls.
Indulgence to the extreme, love stopped, and the emperor's affection for her gradually faded. When Gillian was banished to Longmen, even the emperor's bedroom was close to the emperor, and the emperor refused to go back to Gillian for temporary residence.
As soon as the rain falls, it can't fly to the sky, and it's hard to take back the water. The feelings of Emperor Wu and Gillian, their own affairs.
The beautiful hibiscus flower has become a desolate grass today. If you convince people with beauty, the good days are very short.
The rain can't reach the sky, and the water is no longer collected. Your feelings and concubines will flow separately.
The furthest distance in the world,
No, life and death,
On the contrary, I stand in front of you, but you don't know that I love you.
The furthest distance in the world,
No, I'm standing right in front of you, and you don't know that I love you.
But we can't be together when we know we love each other.
The furthest distance in the world,
No, we can't be together when we know we love each other.
However, it is obviously impossible to resist this yearning.
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
The furthest distance in the world,
No, obviously I can't resist this desire,
But I must pretend that I don't care about you at all.
However, with your indifferent heart, to those who love you,
Dig an impassable ditch!
I hurt you with my love, and since then, I have lost the power of love. ...
A generation of two people will fight for two selflessness all their lives?
Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring!
Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck.
If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
Afraid of dusk and dusk,
If not ecstasy, why not ecstasy?
The new tears overwhelmed the old ones,
A broken heart remembers a broken heart.
This spring, Xiang's muscles lost a little weight.
This skirt is three inches wide.
The weeping willows are weak,
A swamp in New Holland.
White waved and sat idly,
Black veil half drunk.
Dreams and battles can break the sun,
Don't peek at the sky when you feel something.
Laughing at guests on gorgeous pillows,
Show Lian Yu the immortal.
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.
Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years.
No! No! No!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Mo! Mo! Mo!
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it.
Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away.
The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Fear of being asked, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
Those days, I was drunk and red.
Dancing low in the center of the willow building,
Song is the bottom wind of peach blossom fan.
After parting,
Remember each other,
A few times, I dreamed of being with you.
There's only one silver photo left tonight,
I'm afraid meeting is a dream.
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?
It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night.
More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before.
And heaven remains our neighbourhood, people are different when they are lonely.
I want to know how I am knotted, like Zhuan Xu incense in a golden furnace.
Long eyebrows are always locked so that the spring breeze can't stretch.
Trapped in a dangerous building, I have to worry about every word of Hong Fei.
Close your eyes in the incense fog of the temple,
I suddenly heard the truth in your chanting.
That night,
I listened to Sanskrit all night,
Not for enlightenment,
Just to find your breath.
In January of that year,
I turned all the curved pipes,
Not to cross over,
Just to touch your fingerprints.
That year,
I kowtowed and hugged the dust,
Not for the Buddha,
Just to keep your warmth.
At that time,
I searched hundreds of mountains,
Not for the afterlife,
Just to meet you on the road.
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 a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and rambling.
Jiangchengzi held hands for thousands of years.
The earthly cycle has turned to the Millennium, and people are thinking about love;
The moon is still there, holding hands instead of holding hands.
In the distance, the stars once remembered, Xicheng, Zizhuxuan.
Love is entangled in the heart, and the past is like smoke;
Now there is only one left, and I feel sorry for myself.
Looking forward to your arrival every night, my heart changes. Who should I talk to?