Aesthetic Poetry of The Boy in White

The beautiful poem of the boy in white is as follows:

1, I don't know what I am doing, but it's gone forever. I don't know where I'm going, but I died smiling.

Don't look back, why don't you forget? Since there is no chance, why take the oath? Today, everything is like water without a trace; Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

This Buddha-like plateau is heaven in three steps, but there are still so many people who are preoccupied and can't walk.

4, Shili Pinghu is full of blue sky, and the jade hairpin secretly cherishes the New Year. If the rain covers can protect each other, they will only admire the mandarin ducks and not the immortals.

5, Qingyun is dressed in white, holding a long arrow and shooting Sirius.

I don't know what I'm doing, but if I go deeper, the living can die and the dead can live. People who are born but can't be born and die, and those who die and can't be resurrected, are not affectionate.

7. Shiliting is full of frost, when will the hair turn white? There is no regret in this life, and there is fate in the afterlife. Smile like a flower, how can it be lingering like water? Love is so strong, just like acacia, you can dance freely in Pengshan!

8. Be vigilant when the spring dream comes, and it should be the same in the past.

9. I don't know each other in front of the building. Did you meet on a stranger? Sorry, I played the flute to Yanzi. I once studied dance for a long time. If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy. I really admire comparing my eyes with mandarin ducks, but can't you see them?

10, the heart is dying, and the affair is deep. I once wanted to leave, and I tied my skirt a thousand times. I will stick to my ambition alone, and I will return to my will early. It is better to tie your heart than to tie your clothes. Sit and settle, and settle for a hundred years.

1 1, the residual lamp blows out the cold smoke of the furnace, accompanied by a lonely shadow. Sentenced drunk, in order to ask who is awake in the world. The flowers are hard to meet, the wine is delicious, and the head is scratched. I always have to get drunk and sleep in my leisure time, for fear of waking up, I still get into the bottle.

12, if life is just like the first time, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

13, I miss the end of the world, I am bitter, I don't return, I am scattered. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring. I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.

14, drink the east wind, * * * calmly. Chuiyang Mozi Luocheng East. At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs. It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year.