Southern and Northern Dynasties: Fan Yun
The atmosphere of ghost town night, Chushan clear Xiaoyun.
The autumn wind in the two townships is bitter, and the autumn moon is thousands of miles away.
Cold branch wins * * *, frost ape alone.
Romon is interested in me. She thought of you.
Autumn water overflows Gui Xiang, the evening breeze is clear, Chushan is faint, Xiaoyun reflects the morning light. Send homesickness to the distance through the bleak autumn wind, facing the bright moon thousands of miles away. How can a cold branch * * * fold an orchid? It's sad that apes cry and wail and travel alone. Hold hands and let go. Take me as a companion and pick osmanthus flowers. I'm thinking about your talent.
2. Shang Xie
Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth become one can we break with you.
Translation: Oh, my God! I am willing to fall in love with you and make our love last forever. Unless the mountains lose their edges and corners, unless the raging rivers dry up and stop flowing. I dare to abandon my affection for you, unless it is thunderous in the cold winter and snowy in the hot summer, which is connected with heaven and earth!
3. "Mrs. Cao Fangbi in Spring"
Song Dynasty: Li Jia
The grass is blue, and it is everywhere in the south. Warm floc is red, and people are known, and spring is weak.
I remember picking up Mr. and Mrs. Cui, bringing a reward, and cold food in Fengcheng. Up to now, the cape meets spring, and the horizon is a guest.
Sadness is released. I still like knitting. Wipe away tears. Steal again. Standing quietly, leaning against the dangerous fence, doing dusk, but the clouds at dusk are bright.
Spell now, forget how to live and forget. He also asked Li Hong to try to find news again.
Spring grass is green and lush, and it is full of southern roads. In the warm wind, petals are flying, which seems to understand people's mood, full of sadness, burnout and carelessness. Recalling that lovely partner, charming and beautiful, smiling.
During the Cold Food Festival, we used to hold hands in the spring breeze and come to the suburbs of the capital to have fun and laugh all day. But now, I have come to the ends of the earth and felt the warm spring breeze again, but I am alone.
Sadness just dissipated, and then covered my heart like a dense net. The overflowing tears just slip away quietly, but they overflow unconsciously. I'm fidgeting and leaning against the railings of tall buildings everywhere. After the whole dusk, all I can see is the dusk clouds together and the horizon is faint. No sign of her.
I would rather give up my life for her, and now I have made up my mind. But you will never forget her in your life. I also want to ask the fish goose spoonily, want to ask her information and whereabouts.
4. "Operator, I live at the head of the Yangtze River."
Song Dynasty: Li Zhiyi
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, so I drink Yangtze River water.
The water of the Yangtze River flows eastward for a long time, and I don't know when it will stop, and neither will their lovesickness and parting hatred. I only hope that your heart is the same as mine, and you will not live up to this mutual yearning.
I live at the source of the Yangtze River and Jun lives at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I can't see you, but I drink the water from the Yangtze River.
When will the endless river dry up and the bitterness of parting stop? I only hope that your heart is the same as mine and will not live up to my infatuation.
5. "Queqiao Fairy Cloud Trick"
Song dynasty: Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
Thin clouds are changing in the sky, meteors are conveying the sadness of acacia in the sky, and I quietly crossed the distant and boundless galaxy tonight. Tanabata meeting in the autumn wind and white dew is better than those couples who are together in the world.
Tender feelings are like flowing water, and the day of reunion is like a dream. I can't bear to see Queqiao Road when I leave. As long as two people love each other till death do us part, why do you want to be very much in love?
2. Expressing lofty sentiments, sadness and frustration-Du Fu's "Looking at Yue"
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north. Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Sorrow: Li Qingzhao's "Drunk Flowers"
The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and it will always be sad. The brain sells golden beasts. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Depression: Li Bai's Hard to Walk
The cost of pure wine, gold cup, a hip flask of 10 thousand copper, jade plate worth 10 thousand dollars. If you don't drink, you can't eat. I pull out my dagger and I spy on the road for nothing! I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Unhappy: Han Yu's left move came to Languan to show his nephew Xiang.
A letter in the sky, eight thousand in Chaoyang Road at night. If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old! Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress. Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
I want some ancient love poems, which are rather sad, with long wicker, fine spring rain and loud flowers.
Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy.
Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing. (A topic in the article) Willow branches are getting old and ashamed of spring, and they feel old everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head.
It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Ruanlang returned to the mountain as the twelfth brother of Zheng Wang, and he was idle in spring. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream.
Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk. In the spring before the mulberry pavilion, the red and the heroic are exhausted, and the dance falls.
When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash.
Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream. Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently.
But the night is long and people sleep, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. The juggler's hair is messy, his evening makeup is incomplete, and his eyebrows are gone with hatred.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears? Three sets make you sleepless, get dressed and go out. The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window.
Mulberries were picked late to attack the golden well phoenix tree, and several trees were shocked in autumn. Rain brings new sadness.
A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook. Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
(A topic of Deng Su) Xie Xinen Qin Lou didn't see the girl who blew the flute. She went to the garden in her spare time. Pink cherry is low and proud.
The east wind bothers me. It makes me feel fragrant. Joan window □ (original lack) dream of leaving the sunset, how long will you hate those years! The weeping willows are reflected outside the green trees.
Meeting for a while is like dreaming. Cherry blossoms fall to the end of the month, like a bed leaning on a fumigation cage.
Much like last year today, hate is the same. Clouds gaunt, tears red.
Where do you miss each other? Screen window drunk in a dream. After Airbus left, the painting hall was half covered by bead curtains.
It is windy at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless. A strong flute woke up graceful.
When the cherry falls, it will be sleepy in spring, and it will be returned after the swing. The moon slowly leaks, in the flowers.
I don't know when to come under the screen window. Ran Ran and Qiu Guang can't stay long, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
It's the Double Ninth Festival again, landing on the pavilion and fragrant dogwood. Purple bow gas, floating in the courtyard, rain at night in the smoke cage.
Brave brave new swallow's cold voice, worried about similar age. In spring, the fairy cherry blossoms in Linjiang have run out, and butterflies fly lightly.
Sub-rules crow at the west of the small building, with jade hooks and curtains, and melancholy dusk smoke hangs down. Don't be lonely in the alley, hope that the smoke will fade away.
The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
Rest. For forty years, my motherland has been three thousand miles away.
Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. A few times I knew that once I was a vassal, I would sink my waist and kill my temples.
The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.
The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Looking at the south of the Yangtze River, dreaming of the south of the Yangtze River and letting a hundred flowers blossom. On the boat, the orchestral river gurgles, and the city flies and rolls, killing the people who enjoy the flowers! I am dreaming in the distance, and it is clear autumn in the south.
Thousands of miles away, the cool color is in the distance, and a boat is moored in the depths of the reed flower. The flute is in the Moon Building.
How I hate seeing Jiangnan. I dreamed of it last night. Also like the old garden, the car is like flowing water in Ma Rulong; Flowers and the moon are spring breeze! How many tears, broken face after horizontal H. ..
Don't worry about tears, Shengfeng will cry; There is no doubt about heartbreak! In the dark night, the flowers in the forest withered in spring. They were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, go to the west wing alone, and the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
How can we avoid the sadness of midnight songs in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream. The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery.
Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality.
On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! Huanxi yarn turns into a candle, floating like a dream. If you want to find the past and make people sad, God's wish is against your body.
The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship. Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ is as gaunt and ugly as Shaoguang * * *.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears are hateful to lean on.
The mountain hand rolls the jade hook on the bead curtain, and locks the heavy building to shine in the spring. The fallen flower in the wind is so haggard, who is its owner? This makes me more and more confused.
The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. Looking back at the blue waves, I will meet the sky when the spring is suddenly released.
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Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground. I don't even want to stay home, which shows China's sadness and sadness.
Volume 8_7 The disease is the wall of the mountain house. Li Yushan's house was ill at the beginning, and his staff and towel were brown, so he was called leisure. As soon as the stove is turned on, the fire will warm up deeply and a new stream will flow out of the ditch.
For the time being, Peng Juan 'an is rotten. In the end, Zong Yuanwen has no life. Who can be tired of dust, greedy fish and dragons build a strong name.
Volume 8_8 Send twenty brothers of Deng Wang from Xuancheng, Mu Yi to Li Yu. Brother Wei Qing is even more delayed, so don't take too much care. The waves invade the sorrow and the light ripples, and the chaotic mountains congeal and hate the color.
What is your passion? I want to go to the west on a dry day. There are many cigarettes and rivers at hand, so there is no need to hug them.
4. Write a love poem for Lin Yingying. On a winter night,
At the moment when the north wind blows gently, the flowers and leaves wither.
The interdependence between deja vu and happiness has long since disappeared like water.
Empty and cold breath,
Immersed in the fragrance of wine,
Cover up the troubles of insomnia,
Draw imperfect characters.
Sitting alone by the window,
Staring at the lonely moon,
Moonlight penetrates the fingers,
The stars erase the night,
Attacking the cold white walls,
The lonely wind is blowing gently,
Swallowed the last warmth in the house,
The memory in my mind has faded long ago,
Residual sadness is still dancing with the wind in the dark,
I just can't find the trace of the lost angel anymore.
Wings were broken in the dark,
The winter wind stuck in the mud.
The dark moonlight is so fragile,
Instantly eroded by the cold night,
Hands trembling in the dark, cold body,
As if the cold of the end were coming,
It disappeared between heaven and earth, and the gods were destroyed.
Pray alone to find a pair of eyes that can penetrate the night,
Looking for it with black and white eyes,
Looking for a bright intersection of happiness.
5. The poem in Shouxiang Nightcry is the poem in Shouxiang Nightcry:
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost.
"The sand is like snow before returning to Lefeng, and the moon outside the city is like frost." Described the unique scene of the frontier in the moonlight. From a distance, towering beacon towers stand on the winding hills for dozens of miles. Under the beacon tower is an endless desert, like a snowy wasteland in the moonlight. Look closely, the moonlight outside the high city is bright, such as late autumn frost. A desert is not a snowfield. The poet said it was "like snow", moonlight was not autumn frost, and the poet said it was "like frost". The poet's pen-shifting is to use this bleak scenery to render his sadness. It is this snow-like desert and frost-like moonlight that makes the night of surrender city seem particularly empty and desolate. It also makes the poet feel lonely in the frontier fortress and feel homesick.
Night Cry at the Watching Wall is a seven-character quatrain written by Li Yi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The greatest feature of this poem is its implication, which implies the feelings to be expressed in the description of scenery and modality. The first two sentences of the poem describe the scenery under the moon when entering the city. Deserts such as frosty moon and snowy moon are typical environments that cause homesickness. The description of the environment shows the feelings of the characters. On this silent night, the night wind brought the bleak and bitter flute, which aroused the feeling of looking forward to hometown. "Looking after people overnight" does not mean homesickness or homesickness. But through the modal behavior of the characters to express their psychology and write endless homesickness.
Listen to the night flute from the wall of Shouxiang
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. (Selected Works of Le Hui Feng: Feng).
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
I hope it helps you.
6. A beautiful poem describing love. Shu Ting's To Oak is not bad!
To the oak tree.
Shu Ting
If I love you-
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool comfort all year round;
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, clenched in the ground
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other,
But no one
Understand what we said.
You have your copper branches and iron stems.
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers.
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-
Not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
7. Poems about loneliness, loneliness and helplessness. More attention should be paid to the river, which will turn cloudy and sunny in autumn in Zhou Bangyan into a bleak place.
Standing in court listening to autumn, I miss the trace of Hongyan in the depths of the vast sea of clouds. The deeper people go to silence, but the wall and the lonely lamp set each other off.
The wine is awake, how to stay up late at night? Drunken flowers, thick clouds and fog, eternal sorrow, refreshing mind, golden beasts disappear. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Untitled (Tang Li Shangyin) It was long before I met her, but it was longer than after we parted. The east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
Jiang Xue Liutang Zongyuan Mountain has no birds, and a thousand paths have no footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice.
(Concealed head: never lonely) Except for the night shift (high comfort), the cold light in the hotel stays awake alone. Why does the guest's heart turn sad? Tonight, I miss my hometown for thousands of miles, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Author of Youzhou Tower: Where was the lost time before me? Chen Ziang, where is the next generation behind me? . I miss heaven and earth, and there is no limit, and I cry alone.
Li Qingzhao's voice is slow, searching, cold, and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Thirty-six, Mancheng's "Ink Edge" has a thousand words, and there are many thoughts in the dream.
When shall we meet again after the Ming Dynasty? Pushing away ten thousand volumes of poetry books, the cold window sighs alone. Lonely geese flying south in tears, have you ever reached the other side? I hope that after five thousand years, things have changed, and my infatuation will remain unchanged.
The vast night sky is full of stars. There is a blue sky, what are you afraid of? The seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
You and I, forever, thousands of miles away, share weal and woe. Xiu De studied poetry, cultivated self-cultivation, looked up and down, and kept it in mind. He is obsessed with his country, but his blood is in the mountains. In the turbulent times, he held high his thoughts and meditated for a long time.
When the world was in chaos, I spoke highly of it and thought about it for a long time. I met a bosom friend for half my life and felt deeply stung. Ming Dynasty took my sword with you, feather fan and black silk scarf to collect dust, and Long Yun will come and go. I have always wanted to be a villager all my life, and the breeze will be in my arms tomorrow. When the ape crane hears me touch the piano again, God often changes its luck. Sow a peaceful spring for the people.
Being a lifelong citizen is my long-cherished wish, and being a lifelong citizen is my long-cherished wish. It is always a tear to know who is drunk in the frost forest. The affection, sadness and parting since ancient times are nothing compared with the cold autumn festival. Wang Wei's "being in a foreign land, there is no one in Cornus everywhere" is a wandering loneliness; Li Shangyin's "to see the sun, for all his glory, buried by the coming night" is a kind of loneliness that is about to disappear; Yan Shu's "helpless flowers, small garden fragrance path wandering alone" is a kind of helpless loneliness; Li Yu's "How much sorrow can there be, just like a river flowing eastward" and "The old country is unbearable to look back on the bright moon" is the loneliness of a monarch who has lost his country.
Ordinary people are lonely, and so are people with lofty ideals. Qu Yuan was exiled, wandering by the river, feeling that the world was muddy, and I was alone, which was a profound loneliness. Jia Yi is in Changsha, feeling the autumn wind rustling and falling leaves, which is a kind of loneliness without talent; Zhuge Liang devoted himself to his life and made great efforts for the prosperity of Shu Han. He has a wise moment of solitude, which is a kind of loneliness with no one to share the burden. Chen Ziang said on the stage in Youzhou, "Where was the past before me? Behind me, where are the future generations? Miss the world, and I am alone in tears ",this is a kind of loneliness that no one understands; Li Bai's When Will I See the Spring? It is a kind of loneliness that can't be achieved with empty ambition. Xin Qiji's "patting the railing all over, no one attended, he came to the scene" is a kind of loneliness without a confidant.
From a pot of wine among flowers, who has no parents and lives alone. Until, holding up my cup, I asked the bright moon to bring me my shadow and let the three of us. Touching the lips (Li Qingzhao) is lonely and full of sorrow. Cherish spring and urge flowers to rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Yi Qin 'e (Li Qingzhao) was in the lofty pavilion, and the mountains and Ye Ping were covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Wu Lingchun (Li Qingzhao) has exhausted the scent of dust, and she is tired of combing her hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
The voice is slow (Li Qingzhao), looking for it, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence.
8. The most beautiful love poem in Liu Bannong 1. Teach me how to think about her-there are some clouds floating in the sky and some breezes blowing on the ground in Liu Bannong.
Ah! The breeze blows my hair and teaches me how to miss her. Moonlight fell in love with the ocean, and the ocean fell in love with moonlight. Ah! How could I miss her on such a night as honey as silver? Flowers fall on the water and flow slowly, while fish swim slowly under the water.
Ah! Swallow, what did you say? Teach me how to miss her. Dead trees shake in the cold wind and wildfires burn in the dusk. Ah! There is still light in the west, teach me how to miss her. 2. Mammy, I am singing and patting the child to sleep.
Don't sleep, baby, I'm going to sleep! The baby is still crying, but I can't cry. I sang and patted; I don't know when, the child barely fell asleep, and I barely fell asleep.
I fell asleep, singing; Still patting gently, I saw patting my child in my dream, and he fell asleep on my chest ... "Ah!" "The child woke up again, and I, my dream, also woke up. In the evening of a small farmer, she cooks under the stove, and the newly cut mountain firewood will be peeled off.
The purplish fire in the kitchen door reflected her purplish face and blue cloth. He came back from the field slowly, with a pipe in his mouth, for ten years; There is a hoe hanging in the corner, and I sit on the rice bed and fiddle with a relative's dog.
He also strolled to the fence, took a look at his cow, and then turned to her and said, "What's the matter-our new wine?" On the top of the green hill opposite the door, the tip of the pine tree has exposed half the moon. The children looked at the moon in the field and counted the stars in the sky: "One, two, three, four ..." "Five, eight, six, two ..." They counted and sang: "There are many people on the ground, and the stars in the sky don't shine for months."
Echo 1: He watched the white sheep eating and walking slowly on the green grass. He sat lazily on the edge of the dark forest.
The breeze stirred the rain on the tree and dripped coldly on his head. He sang in a low voice to the bell around the sheep's neck.
He took a piccolo and whistled with the gurgling sound of running water. He sang, blew and thought for a long time; He sighed slightly; His tears flowed silently.
Second, should it be as sweet as a kiss? Should there be a kiss as sweet as honey? what's up ..... where? ..... "The sea there", countless waves, vertical, horizontal, paved, stacked, turned and rolled, ... I am in this wave, and where is she? ..... Seems to see her, rosy lips, snow-white body, ... Just eyes too dull, didn't see her face, she is bathed in tears of shame, quietly buried in the dark forest! I really can't see through you, I really have seen through you! I don't want you to say anything to me in the strong wind; I am also weak, I can't hook the crocodile's cheek, I can't wear the crocodile's nose, I can't let it beg me, I can't let it flatter me; I just asked, where is she? "there?" That's what the echo said Alas! Who are you staring at in the stream? Boring grass, how can you make clothes for graves year after year? Why don't you go? -Live! -Alive? -Go ahead! -This is an old grave, and this is the bones of the dead; There is a new grave, and below is the dead who will become bones.
You! -What's wrong with you? "What about you?" -the answer is this. Flowing quietly; He sighed slightly; He thought about it leisurely; He is still playing and singing: he is still holding a piccolo and responding to the flowing water; He also sang in a low voice to the bell around the sheep's neck.
The breeze stirred the rain on the tree and dripped coldly on his head; He still sits idly on the edge of this dark forest. He is still full of desire, watching Aries eating and walking slowly on the green grass.
In an Indian restaurant-this is the food we eat today, and this is the food that the Buddha begged? . What is this? It's brown rice fried in butter.
What is this? It's mustard mixed with potatoes and vegetables. What is this? This is Tole, which is made of soybean and is a national food in India.
What is this? It is a sweet "Galepi", a lotus-white emulsifiable concentrate with a real Indian flavor. This white is salt, this yellow cassock is pepper, and this red robe is pepper powder.
This crock is filled with water, as bright as Mooney, as clear as "empty" and as clean as "nothing". This is the water from Thames, but it is still the water from Hengjia River. ! A friend said to me: You came here and saw the first line of India.
Yes, that yellow line is the warm sunshine in India; The dark green line is the cool Indian jathyapple. Thank you! You moved my impression of last year to my heart today.
That shade is your banyan tree. I am tired of walking and rest under the tree. The sparkling sea of peace is yours. I once stood on its chest, sat, idled, sang in a low voice and thought for a long time. White fog is the fog at the top of your Adam peak. Once I got up before dawn and enjoyed it with a vague dream. What is cold and warm is the Buddha land of Moringa dongtuo: from the hot soles to the heart to cool down.
Thank you for giving me these; But I don't know-are the weeds in your plain still red freely? Your boat song, the song sung by your village shepherd (the soul of your beautiful God, your own son), is still among the trees in the village, at the bottom of a clean stream, echoing some comfortable joys and pains? How did you walk into your garden in the dark night when the grass was in chaos and fireflies were flying? How to dance its tongue? Friend, because we are friends, please tell me this. Note: Eating is an old custom in India for thousands of years, so it is said that the Buddha begged for food in those days.
6. What a cold storm we are! The two of us stood shoulder to shoulder, hand in hand, and kept running in front of the unknown. It's a pity that we are all soaked, and the ice is as cold as ice. It's only our shoulders and hands that are not cold.