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Nalan Xingde’s classic poems

1: A few leaves are blown by the wind and rain, and it is more painful to be separated from others and to know the longer you live. I sleep on my pillow for several autumns, and the toad sings his string early. The cold night was frightening and the quilt was thin, and the tears and lantern flowers fell. Everywhere is sad, the light dust is in Yuqin.

2: A pair of people from generation to generation, competing for education and ecstasy. If we miss each other but don't love each other, who will be the spring?

3: Things in the world are so melancholy, don’t ask Hengtang about old travels. ——Nalan Xingde’s classic poems

4: Spring love only reaches the thinness of pear blossoms, and the pieces fall away. Why is the setting sun so close to dusk? There are still unawakened souls in the world. The silver paper is different from the current sentence, and the dense ribbon is the same as the heart. He is the author of Yi Ping, and he always draws pictures and calls out the truth at night.

5: Hard work is the most pity for the moon in the sky, it is like a ring overnight, and it becomes a knot every night. If the moon is always bright and clear, the ice and snow will keep you warm. There is no such thing as an easy fate, but the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the spring bush recognizes the two-dwelling butterfly.

6: Sad and miserable, the Yellow Flower Festival is bleak. The sound of the anvil inside has not stopped, and the crickets are even more sad. The dust gives birth to swallows in the empty building, and the remaining strings are thrown on the bedside. The same morning breeze and waning moon are now adding sadness to my emotions.