Poems with longing for love beyond reach.

The Book of Songs, National Style and Qin Feng

The white dew is frost.

the so-called Iraqis are on the water side.

if you follow it, the road will be blocked and long;

swim upstream from it and swim in the middle of the water.

Jian Jian is growing, and the white dew is still fresh.

the so-called Iraqis are in the water.

if you follow it, the road will be blocked and broken;

swim from it, and swim in the water.

the dew is not yet in the harvest.

The so-called Iraqis are in the water.

if you follow it, the road is blocked and right;

swim upstream from it and swim in the water.

Hua Tang Chun

Lingzhu has tears from a thousand lines

Idle grass and setting sun

Leaving people and passers-by is dark and desolate

Stealing a mandarin duck

Sad feelings are hard to tell

The wind cuts and keeps the heart soft

Immortals and ghosts are boundless

Love is short and hate is long

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Drunken Flower Yin

Who is in the golden years?

Don't ask for love.

I only want to stay in the setting sun.

I want to stay in the place where there is no return to the world.

Looking back, there are countless flowers.

I am fascinated by myself.

I am weak in welcoming the spring.

The fate of the dust is the same.

(Personal )

Feelings, complaints

Rivers and lakes, wind and rain, light cream

Walking around together

Demons in the secluded forest have changed suddenly

Feelings are easy to be resentful

Don't love old ones

Take off residual makeup

Fade your clothes

Your body is like flying catkins

Your life is like a string <