When you listen, you will feel uneasy at first, what poems or famous sentences you can think of, what high-sounding poems or famous sentences you can think of, and your childhood friends.

I couldn't help falling, my mouth was awkward, my heart was uneasy and I was afraid. Hong Sheng's "Palace of Eternal Life" is filled with the sound of pines, the whine of night insects, the anxiety of the center and regret. There is an impressive poem in Qing Pu Songling's Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio Qiao Niang: The sunset is infinitely beautiful and is buried in the coming night. Li Shangyin's "Leyou Tombs" is not afraid of floating clouds, but the highest realm. (Wang Anshi, "Waiting for the Flying Peak")

Bees suck honey from flowers and thank campers when they leave. The grandiose butterfly thinks that flowers should thank him. Tagore said childhood poem: "Long March" Li Bai when you, my love, riding a bamboo horse, around the bed to do table plum. Living together for thousands of miles, we are both young and happy.

When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.

I bowed my head and went to the dark corner, unwilling to pay attention to your thousands of calls.

But at the age of fifteen, I raised my eyebrows and laughed, knowing that no dust can seal our love.

I will wait for you in my post until I die. Do you want to go to Wang Fu Si Tong?

When I was sixteen years old, you embarked on a long journey, crossing the Qingtang Canyon full of rocks and swirling water.

Then in the fifth month, I couldn't help it anymore. The ape shouted in the sky.

I looked at the place where you walked, your footprints in front of our door, each hidden under the green moss.

Hiding under the moss is too deep to sweep away, and the first autumn wind adds leaves.

Now, in the eighth month, yellow butterflies, two by two, are hovering on the grass in our western garden.

Because of all this, my heart is broken, and I am worried that my bright cheeks will fade.

Oh, finally, when you come back through three Pa areas, send me a message home in advance! .

I'll pick you up, and I won't mind the distance, all the way to Sha Changfeng. "Autumn Wind Ci" Li Bai's autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright,

The fallen leaves are still scattered, and the west Western jackdaw is shocked.

Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing.

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him.

"I Nong Ci" Yuan Guan Daosheng, you Nong Nong, particularly affectionate, affectionate, fiery.

Twist a piece of mud to make you and me.

Break us together, mix with water, pinch you, and shape me. I have you in the mud, you have me in the mud, and I live and die with you. If Nalan Xingde's life is only the first time, what is the sad autumn wind painting fan?

It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before. If you have to show your eyes, why don't you quit? Lu's ancient meaning to Chang 'an