Yan Shu, a trip to Tasha
The ancestors left songs, and the pavilion did not feast.
The incense ashes have separated from the face.
People who live in the forest hiss and pedestrians get rid of the wave.
The soul of the painting gallery disappears, and the tall building is broken.
Sunset only sends ordinary waves far away.
Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts.
Fan Zhongyan and Su Muzhe
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Yuanqu:
Tian Jingsha Qiu Si, Ma Zhiyuan
Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.
"Drunk East Wind and Autumn Colors" Lu Zhi
Hanging on the precipice, the pine trees withered and leaned down, leaving only the sunset and Qi Fei. Surrounded by endless mountains, you can see endless water, and the west wind is all over the sky in autumn. The night is very quiet, and Yun Fan's moon shadow is very low, taking me in Xiaoxiang painting.
Modern poetry:
accidental
Xu zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection.
say goodbye to
poplar
How many farewells does life have?
Only under the Tianshan Mountains, how urgent it is.
I ride horses.
Do you ride horses, too
I'm going after my horse.
You must catch the last bus.
Give you what?
The ice and snow are too cold.
The hot sand is too hot.
Weeds wilt easily when picked.
Streams dry up easily for you.
The sunset is so poetic.
But it's a little too much like blood
People always leave others.
Clear sky Wan Li, Tianshan moon.
Only the heart likes this grassland.
One year old and one glory, the residual snow has disappeared.
Everything on the earth is the center.
You can say goodbye anywhere.
No, don't ride this horse.
On the same drum surface
Beat the drums.
To connect future ideas.
Give you a background.