The laughter faded away, but the passion was ruthlessly annoyed.
Affectionate but always heartless, but I don't think I can laugh before I die.
The candle on the table lit the heart, and it also saw the parting; You see, it shed tears for us and flowed to the morning.
Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are charming, and the moon is charming.
See the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. When I walk, I miss you; Even when I am sitting, I miss you.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Put out the candle to love this moonlit room, and I wander in the deep night dew in my clothes. You can't have beautiful moonlight, just want to meet you in your dreams.
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, who will lean on the bar and be silent?
I plan to get drunk on the crazy map and sing the right wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Jade furnace incense, red candle tears, partial according to the painting hall Qiu Si. The eyebrows are thin, the eyes are thin, the clouds are residual, and the night is long and the pillow is cold.
Buttonwood tree, it is raining in the middle of the night, and the hobby that never leaves is bitter. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. If you want to send colorful stationery, you will know where it is.
The feeling of lovesickness can only stagnate in the heart, and the words of lovesickness have nowhere to tell. It's even sadder to worry about the days and the clouds and clouds. I miss this moment, tears stained with tea (yuè).
Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone.
The clouds are light and the wind is light and drizzling, returning to the DPRK at dusk. Don't come, it should be, the eyebrow peak is lowered, and the wrist is fragrant.
Xiao Xuan sat alone in the lovesick place, feeling bored. A bunch of day lilies, a few bamboo poles and a few banana leaves.
Small print means business is average. It's hard to feel that the geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water.
The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook. People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. It was just ordinary at that time.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
But I looked at my hometown, and the twilight was getting thicker, and the mist of sadness was filled on the river waves.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
On this day last year, in this door, people's faces and peaches set each other off. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
The peach blossom and plum blossom I saw this year have rotted in color. I wonder who can see the beautiful flowers in the flowering season next year?
I've seen pines and cypresses ruin their salaries, and I heard that mulberry fields have turned into the sea.
Flowers still bloom every year, but they are different from year to year.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Thin clouds are smart, flying stars are all over the sky, and silver-haired people are far away from the darkness. 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?
The small wind scattered the rain and whispered, urging thousands of tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
It's too early to close the fort. Don't look at the balcony. Try on a shirt with heating and open the mirror to find spring. ? Swallows peep at the curtains and bees draw clothes.
Love urges Tao Liyan, and my heart sends strings to fly. ? Make-up wash each other, and the wind, flowers, snow and moon do not return. Where the dream soul enters, silence covers the heavy door.
Penglai pavilion closes the rooftop girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night without words. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance.
The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on his face, he looks forward to it infinitely.
Heartbroken, half in spring, half in spring. Going home tired flying flowers, flying flowers tired going home.
Small window cold dream dawn, small window cold dream dawn. Who is frowning with the painting and who is frowning with? This is a palindrome poem, which is very interesting.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end (sometimes), and this endless sadness will last forever.
A lot! ~ I collected them all before. This poem is very good.