Sad parting. Jiangnan goose is dumb. Music and books are absolutely unique. Two lines of beads and tears, an inch of intestines and a thousand knots. ?
I remember the Mid-Autumn Festival sadly. This year is still the same as the year before. A few years ago. I know tonight, the full moon is missing.
For the sadness of parting, the geese in Jiangnan can't hear your voice. When the news broke, I was depressed and shed tears. Think of the previous Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is the same as today. At that time, we were not separated, but today, the moon is full and we are incomplete.
2. Who is the confidant of the Lotus Cup of Qing Nalan Xingde?
Confidant. who is it? It's over. Won and missed his life. Love is as ruthless as ever, don't regret it clearly.
Mo Daofang changes all the time, day and night. Take care of yourself. Show Iraq the maze and come back, wash away the rain and wash away the legacy.
Who is my bosom friend? She has left; We will be together for life, that's enough. Leave life and death, still do not regret. No wonder the ancients said that affection is not like ruthlessness, love happiness and sorrow, and infatuation is like me.
Don't say there are many happy times. In fact, life is like the morning dew, white hair in a blink of an eye, and youth is fleeting. Never forget this life. Seeing the hairpin she left behind, I burst into tears. If there is an afterlife, I hope she can recall those times with me under the guidance of the relics of past lives.
3. Song Yan Dao Ji's "Yulouchun Dongfeng is ruthless again"
Dongfeng also made a ruthless calculation, and the beautiful safflower was blown off the ground by it. The bead curtain of the brothel bead curtain hides the improvement and dodge of falling flowers, as if spring had been hurt again on this day.
Who knows that improper management in late spring, mountains and rivers, how many spring tears. Jinbei wine, at the moment, only wants to drink deeply, and wants to see it. Life is alive, youth is short, how much happiness there is, and how much intoxication there is!
The east wind is ruthless, and the delicate safflower is blown to the ground by it. The bead curtain on the brothel penetrates into the fallen flowers, and the shadow can't cover up the scattered worries, just like last year and today, which hurts spring.
Who knows how many mountains I have climbed and how many tears I have shed in the face of the water everywhere, even though I have taken care of the residual red in late spring by mistake. The golden cup of wine, at the moment, only asks for a cup of deep pain, looking straight at the fallen flowers, life is alive, youth is short, how much joy, and how many times you can be intoxicated!
4. Song Ouyang Xiu's "Reduce Magnolia, Leave Sorrow"
Sad to leave your arms, you will get old with feelings. How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.
On the shore of the boat, maple leaves hang in autumn. When you think about your previous happiness, you must have thought of the world, not a dream.
It's sad to leave people's arms. If God has feelings, he will grow old by leaving. Sometimes it's as slender as a light silk but lingering, and sometimes it comes to mind like waves. A boat by the lake is moored on the shore, and maple leaves and reed flowers are shivering in the autumn wind, which forms a sharp contrast between the joy of the past and reality. The joy of meeting is gone forever, unless we meet in a dream.
5. Qing Nalan Xingde's "Jiangnan Dream".
Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.
The crow flew across the sky, but she was full of resentment and independent in the breeze. At present, snowflakes are fluttering, such as catkins scattered in the Champs-Elysees. The evening breeze gently blows the cold plum in the bottle. At this moment, my heart burns to ashes, and my heart is cold.
Extended data:
China people have always been known for their reserve, so they left many brilliant poems to express their sadness. So there is a sigh that "those who know me are worried, and those who don't know me are eager", a sadness that "ten years of life and death are boundless and unforgettable", and a helplessness that "people don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile at the spring breeze".