Express that kind of helpless poem that you want to see but can't see.

1, Sauvignon Blanc, Zhong Yishan

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

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Heavy and heavy, mountains overlap. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames.

Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.

2, Sauvignon Blanc edge water

Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi

Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flows to Guazhou Gudutou. Wu Shan is a little sad.

Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. Yueming people lean on the building.

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Bianshui and Surabaya flow to the ancient ferry of the Yangtze River. Looking from a distance, the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are silently nodding, frequently shy and condensed with infinite sadness.

Miss, hate, where is the end, Iraqis, you won't stop until you come back. A bright moon shines in the sky, so that we can watch the moon together.

3. Meet Yu Meiren again in the depths of Qulan.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Reunion in the depths of the winding aperture, tears even to people. Sorrow and parting should be the same, at most, there is no clear resentment between months.

Sleeping alone for half a life, the mountain pillow is stained with sandalwood. Recall what is the most fascinating thing. The first one is to draw a skirt with folded branches.

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I met you again in the depths of the winding corridor. I hold you in my arms with pity. The two snuggled together, whispering and telling each other about their long-lost lovesickness. In my arms, your body trembled slightly, gently wiping the dripping crystal tears, which made people feel infinite pity. Now, the beauty in memory has become desolation after parting.

After leaving, I only felt lonely for half my life, and tears were already on my pillow. The most desolate and cold, in the silent moonlight; I am most afraid of memories, when I splashed ink on your skirt.

4. Zhegutian Dairenfu

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.

Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.

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The homecoming of western Western jackdaw in the sunset has aroused my worries. Only the willows by the pool show green buds. If it weren't for the sadness of parting and the torture of not hating, I wouldn't believe that someone in this world would really be sad and bald.

When you are separated from the intestine, tears will flow desperately. With the love of acacia, I once again boarded the little red chamber. I know there are countless mountains interrupting the distant sky, but I still can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it.

5, Tasha trip, waiting for the museum to be banned.

Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu

When the museum is destroyed, the bridge is thin. The grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. ?

Inch by inch, my heart ached, and my eyes were full of tears. The height of the building is not near the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside.

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The plum blossoms in front of the guest house have withered, the new willows beside the stream bridge are hanging lightly, the spring breeze is stepping on the grass, and people are jumping and whipping. Going further and further, it is endless, just like an endless spring.

Every inch of my heart hurts, and I walk with tears. Don't climb the stairs, lean against the railing. At the end of the flat grassland is a heavy spring mountain, and pedestrians are still outside the mountain.