Spring
The scenery of Ran Ran is strange to the east and west, and you can't find your charming soul for a few days. Honey house feather guest class heart, Ye Ye advocates getting to know each other all the time.
the peach trees are warm and warm, and the peach trees stand tall and stand tall. What about the male dragon and the female phoenix? It's also a mystery to be confused.
when you are drunk, it is like the dawn, and the dream is broken. I am worried that the iron net will cover the coral, and the sea is wide and the sky is wide.
The belt is heartless and wide, and the smoke in spring is as white as the frost in autumn. I don't know if Yan Dan broke Shi Tian, but I wish I could get a lock in the prison.
it's cold and fragrant. Today, the east wind is invincible, and it turns into a light into the west sea.
in summer,
the rain curtain in the front pavilion will not roll, but the fragrant trees in the back hall will be shaded. Shicheng scenery is yellow, and at midnight, it is empty and empty.
the silk fan calls the wind to blend the sky and gently whirl the waves. Does Shu soul have a lonely companion? A few nights' sleep in kapok, bloom.
It's hard to get the light from the shadows in the Gui Palace, but Yan Xun Lan speaks softly. I taught Yinhan to fall into his arms, but I didn't send Xingfei town to come and go.
what is the source of turbid water and clear waves? The river of Ji River is clear and the Yellow River is muddy. Andrew lifted his skirt in the mist, and took the cloud chariot to call Taijun.
in autumn
the moon waves are constant and wet every day, and the cool toads are all gone and the stars are scattered. The cloud screen does not move to hide the loneliness, and the west building is in a hurry for kites all night.
I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long. But when I heard the sound of Beidou ringing, I didn't see the long river clear and shallow.
Goldfish lock off the red laurel spring, and in ancient times, it was full of dust. It' s sad that the small garden is a long road, and Yushu has not pity the national subjugation.
heptachord has hidden Chu Nong, and the more cold it is, the thinner the gold and the heavier the mud. The night-terrorizing cream of the parrot with a curtain hook evokes the dream of South Cloud circling the cloud.
Tang Dingding linked the ruler element, and recorded the acquaintance of Xiangchuan. The song lips hold the rain for a lifetime, but it's a pity that the fragrance is in their hands.
in winter
when the sun rises in the east and the sun sets in the west, the female phoenix flies alone and the female dragon is widowed. Qingxi Baishi does not face each other, and the class is far away.
Frost and frost on the frozen wall are hidden, while aromatic roots are interrupted and fragrant hearts die. Waves take pictures of toads, while moon moths may not be beautiful.
Chu is in charge of all kinds of worries and worries, and the empty city strikes and dances. At that time, Huan was selling in the palm of his hand, and Taoye Taogen was a twin sister.
when you break the ice, the Japanese fall into the cold, and the white jade swallows the golden cicada. The windmill rains and the horse doesn't hold on, and the candle cries red and complains about the dawn.
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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.
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a misty rain comes blowing with a wind from the east, and wheels faintly thunder beyond Hibiscus Pool. There are locks of the golden toad incense burner, cigarette wrapped in elegant, like the yuhu pulley, traction rope to draw the well water.
a great lady once, from behind a screen, favoured a poor youth, a fairy queen brought a bridal mat once for the ease of a prince and then vanished. Never mind * * * flowers compete for hair, and of even this bright flame of love, shall there be only ashes?.
Spring Rain
Sleeping in the white clothes in the Spring Festival, but am thinking only of the White Gate City where I cannot be. There are two red chambers fronting the cold, hidden by the rain, and a lantern on a pearl screen swaying my lone heart homeward.
the long road ahead will be full of new hardship, with, late in the nights, brief intervals of dream. Oh, to send you this message, this pair of jade earrings!, I watch a lonely wild goose in three thousand miles of cloud.
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Go to Mochou Hall, where rapture lasts the whole night long. The goddess of Wu mountain, the king of Chu, was originally a dream; Qingxi's sister - in - law residence, this alone has no lang.
storms are ravishing the nut-horns, moon-dew sweetening cinnamon-leaves. I know well enough naught can come of this lovliness, melancholy is frivolous.
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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, the candle turns to dust before the tears dry.
mornings in her mirror she sees her hair-cloud changing, yet she dares the chill of moonlight with her evening song. There are no many ways to get to Pengshan, oh blue-birds, be listening!-Bring me what she says!.
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a faint phoenix-tail gauze, fragrant and doubled, Biwen Dome meets at night. The encounter, too late to use a fan to cover up; But you drove by, speechless.
It used to be lonely and fragrant, how far can a pomegranate-blossom whisper?. I will tether my horse to a river willow, where to stay in the southwest?
Stay in the Luoshi Pavilion to remember Cui Yong
The bamboo dock is clean and the water is clear, and the homesickness is separated from the heavy city. Autumn is cloudy and frost flies late, leaving the residual lotus to listen to the rain.
note on a rainy night to a friend in the north
You asked about the return date, and evening rain rose to the autumn pool. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about evening rain.
fallen flowers
gone is the guest from the Chamber of Rank, and petals, confused in my little garden. Hankage is confused and blurred by the winding path; The overlook petals dance reflected the afterglow of the setting sun.
oh, how can I bear to sweep them away?, to a sad-eyed watcher they never return. The love of flowers Flower lovers naturally to blame spring to go too early; The spring to the end, the flowers and flowers only to shed tears.
Description: This is my copy of someone else's
prose poem:
Happiness and Sadness
Happiness means liking someone, even if two people can't be together, they just want to be close to her, so happiness and sadness means being alone, but they can't be together, so they can only leave alone and just want to live quietly. .
who pretends not to be sad with a smile
there are always some people who look happy all day, laughing and laughing, and have no worries, like children. They will say that playing is my greatest pleasure, and I like playing very much. When there are many people, they always have a smile on their faces, and many people will envy them. However, this is actually their saddest place, and they don't want others to see their sad side. Because in the dead of night, he doesn't know what will happen to a person. Sitting in front of the window and meditating on the dribs and drabs that have passed by, no one can understand them. Thinking about them as if they were happy, they will shed a sad face. < P > Sadness flows against the river. Weave a dazzling night's mourning
When sadness flows into the river, some things are just passing clouds
Sorrow you can't read (wisteria)
The world is small, pitiful, hateful, more ridiculous, love-hate, miserable, unchanging, unclear, not forgetting, yesterday, flowers faded, leaves fell, and autumn is already in full bloom. Early in the morning, I spilled all over the floor,
flew on the swing, and looked at the sadness
Our sadness was so strong
A little sadness in makeup
The failure of a relationship made my mood fall to the bottom, and in a blink of an eye, my world became bleak. His departure made me feel cold. All he left behind was the indifferent figure, which once said that eternity and the seas dried up and the rocks rotted. In the end, it was just a virtual reality. It was raining lightly on the day of parting, and we stayed quietly under the dim street lamp for a long time. In the silent night, we
fell in love with sadness
who once dedicated death to youth; Who once shed tears to the sea; There is no eagle flying high in the blue sky, and the seagulls are so low.
Who melted my sadness?
After a night of thinking about snow, I fell asleep, and the sun came in purple in March. When all is silent, through the cracks in the curtains, the white world is printed in your eyes, oh! It's really white snow in Wan Li, and the mountains and rivers are two worlds overnight! There you are at last! So I got out of bed in a hurry, so that I wore anti-clothes; Wash in a hurry, but forget to dress up. The distant memory appears at this moment, and I seem to have returned to the snowy hometown of the northern country, the long-lost hill. It's not the sound of steam coming from around
Sad Season
Sadness, falling leaves, autumn
Sad Reality
What to look for, endless dreams will end. The princes will be against my wishes, and it is safe to travel in the sky. In front of the Linglong Tower, grief and indignation poured out, and pity and sorrow urged white hair. Are we people of Artemisia scoparia? We are exhausted like dragons in the pool. What's wrong with starting from scratch if you don't want to be heroic for the rest of your life? I have no regrets in my heart, and my dream is self-fulfilling. Scott is now 23. Never give up for the future, a sword cuts thorns in hand.
whose sadness is the end of the bleak night?
I whisper: for the lonely world of mortals, humble ending. I sigh: Time is like water, and it's gone forever. I shed tears: for youth, I turned to dust in an instant. -Inscription A person crossing this familiar street is somewhat sad and lonely. Standing on the street corner, looking at the crowd, turning around, the strange faces under the neon lights could not find any warm feeling, which suddenly made me cry. A couple walked by, their fingers clasped. For the first time, I looked at it so seriously. Think of the man in the text, so attached. It's not that the prince
My sadness is hidden in a place you can't see
is too superficial after all, so he missed those blooming flower seasons. ? ; I forgot what I was still looking for and what I was waiting for. I don't know if the last one still had the original meaning. Just know, live, whether numb or positive. Until we are all old and dead. ? ; The man who agreed to be with himself at the ends of the earth. Finally. Or step into the auditorium with others first. Everything is so natural and happy, but everything we have is discriminated against by the world. My once proudest love,