Lili gradually remembers each other, this feeling has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Let time be like water, let the world of mortals be endless. The following is a collection of classical and beautiful poems that I have compiled. You are welcome to read them.
Selected 15 lines of classical aesthetic poetry:
(1) The world of mortals has its first makeup, and mountains and rivers have no boundaries. The first face crushes the nightmare and has an unparalleled destiny.
(2) The Jiangnan style is strong, the sky and water are blue, and the wishes of the heavenly religion are contrary to the body.
(3) Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you.
(4) The wind is blowing, the water is full of flowers, and the bells are ringing in the corners of the eaves and pavilions. I still remember that time when you looked back and smiled, your smile was as sweet as ever.
(5) Flying flowers and catkins, dancing neon clothes, how many emotions are flying. The flowing clouds on the wide sleeves, the piano music condenses on the fingertips, and the clear water and lotus flowers escape the hustle and bustle of the world.
(6) The world of mortals is like a purple road, searching thousands of times, looking back thousands of years, feeling the love for the beautiful woman.
(7) After we said goodbye, I had a few misty dreams, holding hands as if they were nothing, and tears splashing on the flowers.
(8) The silhouette of someone with a red candle, the cup is finished, the lingering drink, this life, only pays attention to the king's heart.
(9) Who writes but remembers his emotions in volumes, only remembering the past years.
(10) The love is stronger, the fate is like the wind, the brocade is slightly cold, the green sleeves condense the cold and help the sick moon face.
(11) Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
(12) A thousand years of fame will bury you in one lifetime. The exquisite country is ridiculous but has no king's destiny.
(13) The Phoenix traveled on the Phoenix Platform, broke the promise and left, waiting all night. From then on, thousands of miles away, south and north of the Yangtze River, wept.
(14) Sighing that a beauty sheds tears when a hero dies, and there is so much suffering in the world. How can we be happy when mountains and rivers are eternally silent?
(15) Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
A collection of classical aesthetic poems:
(1) The night rain dyes the sky and water blue. Some people can achieve great success without gestures.
(2) You have to remember that before the red sandalwood is extinguished, I will not go either.
(3) Who sighs in the years.
(4) The boundless sky of Han Dynasty holds the prosperity and sorrow, and between the curved eyebrows, destiny is destined to become the past.
(5) We have been dependent on each other for a long time, but we hate to be apart.
(6) I stood alone at the end of the clouds and water, looking at you, the one I couldn’t ask for, and frostbitten Upala flowers bloomed in my palms. I have sung such a song all my life, waiting for you to come and join me quietly after all the luster has faded.
(7) Look at the waves of clouds under the cliff rising and falling, while the wind is rustling on the cliff, and the pear blossoms are still falling like they did that year.
(8) The purple tent points and weeps, and it is difficult to forget each other after separation. The sword tomb is wounded every time, just asking for peace of mind.
(9) The sword rises over the vast mountains, and you can see smoke falling in the distance, hundreds of flowers withering, and a big dream like a long song.
(10) The empty steps are wet in the dream, and the clouds are knocked frequently, causing leaks. A cup of turbid wine makes the world look ugly.
(11) I sprinkled thousands of dendrobium pearls on this road, and when I woke up from my dream, they all turned into dust and dirt.
(12) The water of the Qinhuai River is cool, the stone bridge is swaying with ink bamboo, and the thrush flies in the rain and settles quietly on his window frame.
(13) In the past life in Wuyi Lane, the moon tide filled the empty city. Looking at the north wall, the osmanthus trees were already covered with flames.
(14) White temples with thick wrinkles, holding a long bamboo stick in hand, birds hissing, the north wind is wild, only the eyebrow line is left.
(15) Those prosperity and sadness will eventually become a thing of the past, please don’t be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful soul-stirring.
(16) Your journey will never see my old age again.
(17) The long song should be weeping, for those promises that cannot be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, finally dispersed into clouds.
(18) Walk in the sky with you and see the flowers all over the ground.
(19) I am young and my time is spent.
(Twenty) You have to remember that in that month, weeping willows and purple roads appeared in the east of Luo City.
(Twenty-one) The vast land can be destroyed with a single sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall.
(Twenty-two) I send you a song, regardless of whether people gather or disperse at the end of the song.
(Twenty-three) Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties; listens to the broken strings and breaks the three thousand obsessions.
(Twenty-four) The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is blowing lightly. Reliving old dreams, old friends have passed away.
(Twenty-five) The maple forest is dyed with fire, the beautiful pot sings to the moon, and the long song leans against the building. Year after year, in front of the flowers and under the moon, there is a statue of fragrant wine. The red lotuses are falling from the water, but the only sound is the jade chime, but the feeling remains the same.
(Twenty-six) Yuzhu once wrote about a trip to Phoenix, where no one was seen and the water flowed empty.
(Twenty-seven) He smiled and destroyed himself in the passage of time.
(Twenty-eight) I can still drink tea calmly and crush this scene, the fireworks of the prosperous age.
(Twenty-nine) The bustling world of life is fleeting and empty in an instant.
(Thirty) I am not me. When you turn around and leave, it is not me in Suzhou.
(Thirty-one) Several lamentations and several lifetimes of joys and sorrows make me laugh at my fate.
(Thirty-two) After passing through the years, I dream back to watching the fireworks blooming by the Qushui River and the full moon.
(Thirty-three) Life is like a white horse passing the knee, just suddenly. However, as long as I live, I can remember every word you say.
(Thirty-four) The fog cleared, I woke up from the dream, and I finally saw the reality, which was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.
(Thirty-five) The paper is a little worn and blurred. But every stroke and every trace seems to record thoughts that span thousands of years.
(Thirty-six) At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other.
(Thirty-seven) Destinations come together and dissipate like water, carrying the world on their backs, just for one sentence, waiting for the next meeting.
(Thirty-eight) Holding the old age, confining time and space, suddenly reaching the end of the world
(Thirty-nine) People can never see through the mirror flowers and water moon, but the smoke and clouds in the world between my fingers have lasted for thousands of years , like me for a moment.
(Forty) Meeting and getting drunk is the front edge. The wind and rain have dispersed, and they are drifting away.
(41) There is a vast world of illusions. Once you meet, you will never forget it. It doesn't matter if you don't know the master, smile when you meet him.
(42) The world is full of turmoil in my generation, and as soon as I enter the world, the years rush me; the emperor’s hegemony talks and laughs, and I can’t bear the drunkenness of life.
(43) Sing loudly when you gain and rest when you lose. There is sorrow and hatred for a long time. There is wine today and you will be drunk today. You will be worried tomorrow.
(44) It is useless to be longing for lovesickness, but it is pure madness to feel melancholy.
(45) Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch for generations; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed.
(Forty-six) So be it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.
(47) Man and heaven are separated from each other in the sky. How can we forget each other, how can we laugh and be startled.
(48) If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath? Today, all kinds of things are like water without trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.
(49) Farewell to Beicheng. Looking back at Sansheng Amber. Xicheng Jue. Turn around and the glass will be white for the rest of your life.
(Fifty) When the dust has settled and the beauty has been washed away, who has put up his hands and poured out the world for her? Who has embraced the beautiful woman and walked with her all over the world?
< p> (51) In the dream, all the flowers have fallen, but the feeling is still lingering. The meaning is unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the music is still singing.(Fifty-two) I would rather that we never fell in love with each other. I hope that we would never forget each other.
(Fifty-three) In the rivers and lakes in the dream, a hundred flowers bloom, people come and go, and it is prosperous.
(54) Lili gradually remembers each other, this feeling has nothing to do with the wind and the moon. Let time be like water, let the world of mortals be endless.
(Fifty-five) A beauty grows old in a blink of an eye, and becomes youthful in an instant.
(Fifty-six) Who can laugh away the misery for ten years and sing for thousands of miles.
(Fifty-seven) Waving my sleeves to play the harp, the seven strings are exquisite, and the reeds travel in the boat, and the rain is hazy.
(Fifty-eight) The slender finger points to the world of mortals, the drunken shadow laughs at the sight of the giant, the bright moon sings and sings the wine to the wind, pours the cup and drinks freely, until the rainbow reaches the end.
(Fifty-nine) There will be no regrets in such a bumpy life.
(Sixty) The past covered by the passing years, passing by, hastily turned into a trace of sadness.
(Sixty-one) The flowers covered by time bloom, and everything passes by and becomes blank.
(Sixty-two) Even though my splendor has faded, I will still be on the other side to protect you.
(Sixty-three) The water chestnut in the copper mirror is cool, the eyebrows are filled with the fragrance of black and white, and my soul is flying away. I only hope that you will be healthy.
(Sixty-four) Get drunk with him, the peach blossoms fly over, secretly paint your sleeping face with ink.
(Sixty-five) The sound outside the window at night, the candle shadow illuminates the dream soul, knowing that I understand that I am only one person.