Eagerly looking for a princess to save herself.
The silent mermaid calls in her heart.
Lover's name over and over again
However, passers-by have never heard of it.
When I woke up,
I can only meet you with memories.
We can't resist the reality
I can't resist getting old with age.
Just like the past can't be rekindled.
Stolen oil paintings in the castle.
You looked at me very carefully.
Are you worried about looking nervous?
A girl wading in a white skirt.
Carelessness will stain beautiful clothes.
The two mud children you gave me.
Has been living in a cabin in the forest.
If on a snowy morning,
The boy and the girl ran out hand in hand.
I guess they must be
Quietly return to fairy tales.
In the wind of years
I listened to the conversation between the branches.
Flowers and whispers of flowers
Leaves and the sound of leaves
?
This is a fairy tale left by years.
The past is drifting away inadvertently.
What is left is a poetic dream story.
Let fairy tales render the years.
Looking for an attractive feeling
The past that once rippled in my heart
?
Sitting alone under the tree
Listen to the song of the tree
Leaves fall in succession.
I knocked again and again.
Window of the soul
?
Years are like songs, poems and fairy tales.
The prince in my dream came galloping on a white horse.
Eagerly looking for a princess to save herself.
The silent mermaid calls in her heart.
Lover's name over and over again
However, passers-by have never heard of it.
When I woke up,
I can only meet you with memories.
We can't resist the reality
I can't resist getting old with age.
Just like the past can't be rekindled.
Stolen oil paintings in the castle.
You looked at me very carefully.
Are you worried about looking nervous?
A girl wading in a white skirt.
Carelessness will stain beautiful clothes.
The two mud children you gave me.
Has been living in a cabin in the forest.
If on a snowy morning,
The boy and the girl ran out hand in hand.
I guess they must be
Quietly return to fairy tales.
In the wind of years
I listened to the conversation between the branches.
Flowers and whispers of flowers
Leaves and the sound of leaves
?
This is a fairy tale left by years.
The past is drifting away inadvertently.
What is left is a poetic dream story.
Let fairy tales render the years.
Looking for an attractive feeling
The past that once rippled in my heart
?
Sitting alone under the tree
Listen to the song of the tree
Leaves fall in succession.
I knocked again and again.
Window of the soul
?
Years are like songs, poems and fairy tales.
On the grass of youth
Abandon all the scenery
Turn dreams into strength
In the sea of knowledge
The boat of youth
Will reach the ideal fairy tale kingdom.
2. Poetry 1 contains the word Hao. Hao gritted his teeth to open the letter, but Yun Lan was puzzled. -from Li Bai's Xi Stone/Zhu Yong Luoshan in the Tang Dynasty.
It is really rare to see her smile and show her white teeth, and she always seems to be meditating in the blue clouds.
2. The bright moon in Huainan and Qian Shan are cold and nobody cares. -Excerpted from Song Jiangkui's A Trip to Tasha, From Miandong to Ding Wei to Jinling Riverside to Seek Dreams.
I looked at Huainan in the west. Qianshan is so cold in the bright moonlight. Presumably, her soul, like the moon in the west, returns alone in the dark. And no personal care.
3. The people on the side are like a moon, with frost and snow on their wrists. -From Wei Zhuang's "Bodhisattva Man, Everyone Says Jiangnan is Good" in the Tang Dynasty.
The woman selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant is very beautiful, and her arms are as white as snow when selling wine.
4. Four noble and inaction, white clouds lying on the hills-Tang Dynasty: Wu Yun's "Gao Shi Yong". Shangshan no.4
During the Qin and Han Dynasties, the four famous people were all inactive, just like the white clouds hiding behind the hills.
5, Hao He Jie, even more violent to Qiuyang. —— Song: Zhong Chenweng's "Water Turning Back to Yi Haohe Solution"
It looks white in the autumn sunshine.
There are too many poems or famous sayings that contain the word "good" in ancient and modern China and abroad, and there are many poems alone.
Ever since ancient times, Hu Sha has buried white teeth.
Leaning on Boshan and sighing, tears flow on my wrist.
At night, when the moon comes, it is only noon, and the heavy curtain is silent.
Rotten silver plate, from the bottom of the sea, bright and colorful.
The river is shallow and the moonlight is beautiful.
You should believe that the painting hall is embroidered with pavilions, the moon is bright and the wind is cool, and you can't bear to neglect time.
I was sentimental, but at that time, my eyes were full of the moon, and I still had a good impression on people.
Self-purification songs scatter white teeth, the wind blows snow and flies, and the sea becomes cold.
The bright moon in Huainan and Qian Shan are cold and nobody cares.
Hao's solitary attitude inhibits vulgar posture, copying clouds and branches, which is unsightly.
Xun Tian's spirit is even more haggard, and his eyes are white and his teeth are not cherished.
The beauty of Yutang is in love, and the blue window is full of sorrow.
There is an old man with gray temples at Qingxikou.
At the beginning of the month, the moon is full, the dusk clouds are far away, and the tomorrow night is like a sunny day.
Unfortunately, this quality is not popular.
Hao Seqing, double-que and single-clear, the light is as deep as nine doors.
There are three times in the temple and one monk in the Crystal Palace.
Good at dancing with long sleeves, bright eyes and teeth, and beautiful singing. Gradually introduced, drunk in the depths of my hometown.
Qi Hao cage in summer, clear light shot thousands of cen.
4. Poems about fairy tales: The prince in the dream gallops on a white horse.
Eagerly looking for a princess to save herself.
The silent mermaid calls in her heart.
Lover's name over and over again
However, passers-by have never heard of it.
When I woke up,
I can only meet you with memories.
We can't resist the reality
I can't resist getting old with age.
Just like the past can't be rekindled.
Stolen oil paintings in the castle.
You looked at me very carefully.
Are you worried about looking nervous?
A girl wading in a white skirt.
Carelessness will stain beautiful clothes.
The two mud children you gave me.
Has been living in a cabin in the forest.
If on a snowy morning,
The boy and the girl ran out hand in hand.
I guess they must be
Quietly return to fairy tales.
In the wind of years
I listened to the conversation between the branches.
Flowers and whispers of flowers
Leaves and the sound of leaves
?
This is a fairy tale left by years.
The past is drifting away inadvertently.
What is left is a poetic dream story.
Let fairy tales render the years.
Looking for an attractive feeling
The past that once rippled in my heart
?
Sitting alone under the tree
Listen to the song of the tree
Leaves fall in succession.
I knocked again and again.
Window of the soul
?
Years are like songs, poems and fairy tales.
On the grass of youth
Abandon all the scenery
Turn dreams into strength
In the sea of knowledge
The boat of youth
Will reach the ideal fairy tale kingdom.