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1. Nalan Rong Ruo has a pair of people from generation to generation all his life, arguing for two lovelorn places to face each other, but who is the spring? -Hua Tangchun gambled on books and splashed tea. At that time, he only said that it was ordinary-now Huanxisha said that he was wrong at that time and his mood was sad. Red tears steal down, full of spring breeze.
knowing that there is nothing to do after that, I insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears are falling and the moon is west.
-when picking mulberry seeds, you need to love yourself, and don't just worry about flowers. -Linjiang Xianfeixu Feihua is where it is, and it is destroyed by ice and snow.
thinning a tree is even colder. Love him, the moon is good, and haggard is also related.
The most important thing is that the numerous threads are swaying behind, and people are reminded of the Spring Mountain. It is difficult to dream of a skirt intermittently.
the west wind hates me, but it can't blow away my eyebrows. -If Linjiang Xian's life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind?
it's easy to change your mind, but it's easy to change your mind. -magnolia makes * quasi-ancient words I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know what you are crying about.
I remember my whole life in the sound of heartbroken. -Half-life duckweed in Huanxisha died with the water, and a night of cold rain buried famous flowers.
-Shan Huazi has been sentimental and sick since ancient times, with a snap of his fingers and tears like silk-Yu Meiren 2. Among the 19 ancient poems, "Walking and Re-walking" is old, and the years are getting late. "All the way to the Altair" is full of water, and the pulse can't be said. "Cold in Meng Dong" says that it is a long time to leave. 3, Yuefu poetry collection "Thinking" From now on, don't be lovesick.
Acacia and Junjue! "Evil" is evil, I want to know you, and I will live a long life. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the winter is cold and the summer is rainy and snowy, and the heaven and the earth are harmonious, so I dare to be with you.
"A Short Song Line" is full of green flowers and lingering in my heart. It's better not to meet each other if we don't meet each other.
I've known each other for a long time, and there's nothing to know. The spring breeze is swaying, why is the rain coming late? The reason is three bluebirds, but also Sauvignon Blanc.
Time waits for no one, and it turns into silk in an instant. "White-headed Song" is as white as snow on the mountain and as bright as the moon between clouds.
Wen Jun had two opinions, so he refused. I hope to have one heart and one mind, and the white head will not leave.
"White-headed Songs"-The color of Liu Xiyi's flowers changed this year, but who will be there next year? The flowers still bloom every year, but the flowers are different from each other year after year. How long can you turn around, and your hair will be as messy as silk for a moment.
4. Li Qingzhao's flowers drift by themselves. One kind of acacia, two places of leisure.
I can't get rid of this feeling, but I frown, but I feel the classic love poem in my heart. 1. -The Book of Songs in the Spring and Autumn Period (one of the "national styles") Nan Zhou Guanluo Guanluo dove, in the river continent.
a gentle and graceful lady is a gentle and graceful gentleman. Mixed Nymphoides, from left to right to salvage it.
my fair lady, please ask for it. The pursuit can not be obtained, the day night will always miss her.
leisurely, tossing and turning. Mixed Nymphoides, from left to right to pick it.
my fair lady is my friend. Staggered shepherd's purse, left and right □
my fair lady, the bells and drums make her happy. Classic love poem 2. Heaven and earth are in harmony, but dare to break away from you! -Han Han Yuefu is evil and evil! I want to know you and live a long life.
The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and the earthquake in winter, the rain and the snow in summer, and the heaven and the earth are in harmony, so I dare to abandon you! Classic Love Poems 3. take home an armful, for my sake, as a symbol of our love. -Tang Wangwei misses when those red berries come in springtime, flushing on your southland branches? Hope miss the person to collect more, Xiao Xiao red bean caused people.
classic love poem 4. Peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze even though people don't know where to go. -Tang Cui Hu titled Nanzhuang, the capital city last year. Today, in this door, peach blossoms set each other off.
I don't know where people are going, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze. Classic love poem 4. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny and sunny.
-Tang Liu Yuxi's Zhuzhi Ci (3) Yangliuqing River is at the same level, and I can hear the singing on Langjiang River. Sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is sunny and sunny.
classic love poem 5. Once the sea was difficult for water, forever amber. -Tang Yuan-zhen's departure from thinking that it was once difficult for the sea to touch water, forever amber.
Take a lazy look back at the flowers, and you are half-qualified to cultivate and half-qualified. Classic love poem 6. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and weep for others until dawn.
-Tang Du Mu gave farewell (two songs) to more than 13 pieces of cardamom, and the cardamom was crowned in early February. The spring breeze is ten miles along Yangzhou Road, and you never know when you roll up the bead curtain.
affectionate but always heartless, you can't laugh only when you are respectful. The desk candle sets the heart, it also eee parting; You see, it sheds tears for us to flow into the morning.
classic love poem 7. time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone. -Tang Li Shangyin Untitled time was long before I met her, but is longer since we parted, and the east wind has arisen and a hundred flowers are gone.
and the silk-worms of spring will weave until they die, and every night the candles will weep their wicks away. Mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song.
There are no multiple routes from Pengshan to oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!. Classic Love Poems 8. though I have for my body no wings like those of the bright-coloured phoenix, yet I feel the harmonious heart-beat of the Sacred Unicorn.
-Tang Li Shangyin untitled the stars of last night and the wind of last night, are west of the Painted Chamber and east of Cinnamon Hall. There is no Cai feng wings on the body, can not be fly wing to wing qi Fei; Heart is like consonance, emotion is interlinked.
across the spring-wine, while it warms me, I prompt you how to bet, where, group by group, we are throwing dice in the light of a crimson lamp. Alas, hear five more drums should go to morning roll call; Ride the horse to LANTAI, like the wind in the wind.
classic love poem 9. and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew! -Tang Li Shangyin, Jin Se, I wonder why my inlaid harp has fifty strings, each with its flower-like fret an interval of youth. The sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo.
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun. And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew! Classic love poem 1. When * * * cuts the candle at the west window and says evening rain.
-Tang Li Shangyin, note on a rainy night to a friend in the north Jun asked that the return date was not fixed, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window and said evening rain.
classic love poem 11. When a flower blooms, it must be folded straight, so don't wait for it to be empty. -Tang Du Qiuniang's golden gowns advise you not to cherish the golden gowns, and advise you to cherish your youth.
when flowers bloom, they must be folded straight, so don't wait until there are no flowers. 2. Add 1
poems about forgetting for reference. . When is the spring flower and autumn moon? What do you know about the past?
Yu Meiren
When is the spring and autumn moon? What do you know about the past? Last night, there was an easterly wind in the small building, so it was hard for my country to look back.
Carved fences and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sorrow can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward!
Yu Meiren-Mourning for the Past
The past and the future are blown with the wind, and the temples are gradually stained with frost. The ambition is not rewarded, and the strength is gradually declining. I caress my knees and sit up and down.
Young people's ambitions are always frivolous, but now they pay the Yangtze River. Even if I am willing to die, I will return to Yan Fu and see Zhou Lang.
Yu Meiren-Listening to the rain
Young people listen to the rain songs upstairs, and the red candle is faint. In their prime, listening to the rain in the boat, Jiang Kuoyun's geese are called the west wind!
Now I'm listening to the rain monk's residence, and my temples are already full of stars. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless, and every step will last until dawn! 3. Poems, good words, sentences, famous sayings, paragraphs and articles about forgetting (urgently seeking < P > A poem related to forgetting, the prelude of plum blossom three tricks, Xiao Sheng, came from Xiao Sheng, where water flowed like water, and Xiao Sheng was still bleeding on the ground. On this night, the blood hit the ground and blood-red plum blossoms splashed all over the place. I know that I am still alive. I am not as weak as people think, and how difficult the movements are. I am the only moving instrument in the world, bamboo.
The antique wind blew me, and the wind blew my bleak rustling sound, shaking down the fragments of heaven. Snowflakes were everywhere, and a grand funeral was held as promised. In that year, I believed in fate. I stood in the snow and listened to my broken and incurable heart, which was drowned and ignited, and the festive atmosphere was carved up on the spot, leaving me. An empty body, a piece of withered plum standing in the snow, still believes in fate and still listens to the distant rustling sound. The first movement: Hanshan green calyx believes in snow, believes in swords, and believes that those cold things calm people. The wind blows from a distance, and the wind is mixed with snowflakes. Wake up the child who is dreaming in the dawn. Give him a name called Xiaofeng and tell him that he is facing the wind. Beautiful and happy, I seem to have been sleeping for a thousand years. I seem to have just broken free from hell and wandered about the great plains with only the horizon. I am the only one (I can't deviate from this). The stranger named Xiaofeng left me. He is the son of Feng. I can only see that he was dusty after his birth. He abandoned his home, his lover and his tears and went to Mei Xue's blooming city-state. He and I were a couple who parted ways. At that time, he was still inexperienced. He wrote in his poetry book: "There was a loud bang, that was a bright decision." This is the curse of fate, this is the vow of the lonely. Let's forgive him. He is loaded with the suffering of hell and will soon leave us. He has his own brand-new city-state, which is the center of the plain, the heart of snow and the sword cast by snow are cold and radiant. Believe it! Cold things always make people calm, including tears, ashes and snow that turned white after the burning of unkind words. Only snow falls on my body at this moment. The walls made of snow and the homes poured with snow silently fall on the snow. It is like blowing my snow-white wings over the great plains and flying farther away. The snow has been falling on the empty great plains, and the voice of prayer is endless at all times. Mei Xue, a snowy country, opens the second movement: Shanshan Green Shadow "Yesterday is gone, I think about it today, Snowy and rainy "put down the song and put down the volume. An inexplicable mood made me decadent. I wandered around half the world. The five-color prayer flags took the sun as the east and the west and led to the octupole Mani stone, which was piled high in the middle, and I settled here for many years. It was snow on my body, but it was white and miserable. I was scared by the white thorns. As a blind person, I sat in the dark, lonely and depressed. I was like a plum blossom. Before the end of the cycle, I feel the season silently in my heart. It's the cold in winter, which makes me calm down. This season, the snowstorm is rampant, and the whole universe turns around and turns away from me. I stand in the empty part. This is a page that I can't fill in the poetry book. Maybe it's a misunderstanding that I have failed to live, abandoned the universe and abandoned myself. In this world, Mei Xue is always like this. The third movement: Three stacks of plums fall, three distant ancient Xiao Zhen falls, and three thousand snow-white plum blossoms in heaven are covered with songs. The blood and tears of the plum blossoms are grand and tragic. My life is the life of plum blossoms. I am proud to be independent in the snow. What a hard piece of white bone is inserted in the snow. I lost in a hurry from that summer and didn't even have time to cry. I am a lost lamb. Now I have been tortured by life. Although I am young and heavily in debt, no one needs to forgive me. I am an wanted fugitive who fled the scene and fled to the Yellow River. My lover's coldness in the night calms me down. I hope to live in my heart. My heart is both a world and a house where people are born, sick and dead. I want to experience my own life. The plum blossoms fall in my heart. Mei Xue is raining. At this moment, Xiao Sheng rings and gives me a chance to dance. The silent songs of hysterical patients shake the fallen leaves. After the love letter sent by God in spring, the fields are desolate and snowy. Xiao Sheng's endless yearning for plum blossoms and endless regrets eat my flesh and blood like a sword. Now I have empty hands and memories without content. This has no beginning. The end of my youth has made me ruin plum blossoms in vain. I just want to sleep quietly on the hills covered with Mei Xue and have an honest dream. I dream of a beautiful birth. The wind is endless. Xiao Sheng is endless. Snowflakes are negative. I hover. Chorus: Prayer Sonnets Forgive me! I know I'm guilty. I know I have too much suffering to bear, but I waste my life in bad wine. I want to stand firm in the world. I want to be a happy person. I want to live today and live for a long time. The language of endless life is a sincere casting word for lovers. Mei Xue is raining and the earth is boundless. Please help me sincerely. I want to live in an open city-state in Mei Xue. The cold time and space make me calm. Well.
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My sad face is your beautiful sacrifice. 4. Are there any ancient poems about forgetting
The ancient poems about forgetting are as follows
1. Ten years of life and death. Never think, never forget. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost. Night comes and dreams suddenly return home. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected to be heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short matsuoka. From Su Shi's Jiangchengzi.
2. and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew. From Li Shangyin's Jinse.
3. There is a real meaning in this, but I have forgotten to say it if I want to argue. Tao Yuanming in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, Twenty Drinking Songs, Part Two.
4. You know that my concubine has a husband, and give me two pearls. Feeling lingering, tied to the red Luo mattress. My high-rise building rises from the garden, and my lover holds a halberd in the bright light. Knowing that your heart is like a bright moon, your husband vows to live and die together. Return your double pearl, I am full of tears, I regret not meeting you before I did not marry. From Zhang Ji's ode to women.
5, just care about the ground. Let go of the Japanese obsession. It's easy not to hate. There are still tears in the sleeve marks. Full of frequency, begging for drunkenness. And forget it when you are idle. Liu Lang will rise tomorrow. Horseshoe goes three thousand miles. From Mao Kun's "parting"
6. Long pines and pale cranes live together. Old bones are called the father of brown clothes. Sit and burn Dan and forget the Spring and Autumn Period, and feel comfortable in Shan Yu. Someone came to have a cup of tea without asking about relatives and friends. If you want to lie on the eaves and look at the idle clouds, the plum shadow will turn to the elegant window. From Feng Zizhen's "Parrot Qu Nancheng Presents Dansha Road Companion".
7. The spring in Guze is light, and the air in Gaolin is clear. There are many things in the world, and the water is silent. The guest withered his temples, and the family lived forever. Forget poetry, but miss it without wine. Chen Yuyi's Xiao Fa Cunninghamia lanceolata. 5. Sentences describing forgetfulness
Sentences describing forgetfulness
1. At one time, happiness or pain could only be buried deep in my heart; Some hopes, about the present or future, can only be gradually forgotten.
2. In the hourglass of memories, small things may be taken away and forgotten, and important scenes often linger and are difficult to cross. Bow to the past, ups and downs of life, but now it is just a blink of an eye, past clouds and smoke.
3. Even if the world forgets you, there will always be a few people who say happy birthday at the beginning of your life!
4. When the kite is tired of the sky, will it fall into the sea without hesitation?
5. If you want to leave, don't give me a reason to miss you; Let my memory, no longer have you; If we never meet again, don't give me an excuse to wait; Please refuse mercilessly, let me accept helplessly, the story is over, I am confused in the past and the future, but obsessed with the present; Those memories that have fallen like autumn leaves have always crawled between the leaves. Finally, when the autumn leaves are gone, I finally choose to forget. 6. Poems about forgetting,