Ye Shaoweng (Song)
Wu leaves send cold, and the autumn wind on the river moves guests.
I know that children choose to promote weaving, and a lamp fell on the fence at night.
A letter from Du Mu, Yangzhou magistrate, to Han Chuo.
There is water in the castle peak, and the grass in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn;
Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?
Silver candle cold painting curtain lamp Luo Xiao fan flapping fireflies day and night lying cold watching Petunia Weaver Star.
From then on, there was no beloved night to let him go to the west wing under the bright moon.
The moonlight is deeper than half a house, and the big dipper is withered south.
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant
The night gave me black eyes, but I used them to look for light.
On a frosty night, the river winds, fishing and fire worry about sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside Gusu City arrives at the passenger ship at midnight.
2. Describe the poem "Storm is coming, day is like night". What are the dark clouds that crush and destroy the city?
-Li He's "Wild Goose Gate Taishouxing" Weicheng is stormy and dusty, and the guest house is green. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Two Stones to Anxi" There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many towers are misty and rainy.
-Du Mu's "Jiang Nanchun Jueju" lies at night listening to the wind and rain, and dreams of iron horse glaciers. -Lu You's "The Storm of November 4th" There are seven or eight stars in the sky, and it rains before Zhongshan at two or three o'clock.
-Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" is empty after the rain, and it is autumn night. -Wang Wei's "Autumn Mountain" Wu Ye is rainy and cold, and he is going to see the guests in Chu.
—— Wang Changling's "Lotus Inn and New Construction", the clouds are dark and the rain is dark, and the stream is light and foggy. -Li Bai's "Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream" has been rainy and rainy all his life, and there has never been a rain or shine.
-Su Shi's "Ding Fengbo" rushed to the crown and rested on the railing. -Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong".
3. I long for a poem about day and night, a daydream about day and night.
Those birds have the softest parts.
Plunge into their dreams.
I'm the only one who has crossed the emptiness of three thousand years.
Hedge edge, opposing sober.
The shadow in a dilemma is like a bird in the dusk.
Parked in front of countless roads
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One is playing with buckets in the moon well.
Sitting quietly on the platform of the moon
Turn around and show the hair behind your head.
The jumping moonlight is so far away.
Autumn is like a river.
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Inextricably linked, sleeping in my liquid.
It's too crowded. I'm fragile.
When I traveled all over the country, I found that my heart was an infinite ocean.
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I will tell you one by one.
Unless the skin is stripped of pain.
I can keep getting close to you.
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Honey, it's the sea, it's the salt that can be used.
Clarify the precipitation in our suffering.
The warmth you sent me, let me see clearly
I used to be a kneeling soul.
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I will break my cocoon and fly high.
Clouds are purer and colder than clouds.
It's a whole day and flowers are in full bloom.
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This day
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Two gods are walking by the sea, in the thick soil.
Excavate five senses
Let the essence of nature emerge from the wall.
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I walked five thousand years ago.
In the new purple-brown skin, in the morning light
Open my sweat studio
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If a sparrow jumps on a tree during the day
So, my sobriety is a hypothesis.
It is more sleep than lethargy and death.
My fragile heart has no height.
Honey, I will relax with you.
make joint efforts
We are ashamed of the humbleness of painstaking efforts.
Sigh together, cry together and be satisfied together.
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The cold ground, the sound of time slipping.
No matter which direction you go, you will meet it.
Extremely pure
When the cocoon is waiting for the time to start in the wall circle.
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I can't forget it, during the trip.
Stop at some beautiful places.
I want to applaud myself and remember myself.
Write some explanatory music for yourself.
Send back
4. The poem "Black Pain" with the theme of "Day" and "Night"
Night is coming, and a dark horse-
Covered with black coal, fearful, atrophied muscles-
In the face of killing, cold sweat broke out.
Sharp words pierced my chest.
The blade explains the wound.
Make me desolate and empty
All my memories welcome you.
Take them one by one.
Even opened the package of my life.
Let me leave myself
I forgot my name.
I have nothing on me.
There's only one long wound.
A cave that no one has ever been to.
I began to enter the dream.
One eye, just one eye.
Watch me die in death.
Tonight is enough for me.
I use a knife.
Cut the chest
The painful dawn shed bright red.
I think this poem is not bad, with profound language, which is different from previous poems describing the night.
spring
Spring has arrived.
The peach blossoms in Longhua are in bloom.
It's open on those nights.
On those bloody nights
There were no stars in those nights.
It was windy those nights.
Those nights listening to widows sobbing
This ancient land
Like a hungry beast at any time
Lick the blood of young people
The blood of a tenacious man's son
So after a long winter.
After the ice and snow season
After infinite drowsiness and expectation.
These bloodstains. Blood.
On a mysterious night
In the dark of the east
Burst countless buds.
Spring is everywhere in Jiangnan.
People ask: Where does spring come from?
I said: from the tomb hole in the suburbs
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Torch to the sun
It seems a little biased, but the artistic conception is similar.
5. An ancient poem describing the night, a black mood, stagnant, once waiting, dreamy beauty, finally replaced by a black same * * *, destiny takes a hand, or? I don't want to I am floating, expecting a miracle, blowing with the wind, and writing my own story with the wind. Looking forward to that day, standing by the sea, bathed in the sun, the sun receded, and large snowflakes fell. However, when night came, everything about me disappeared. Without the bitterness behind, I understand the helplessness of this life and get the loneliness at this time. I can't see my own shadow, leaving only a lingering sigh behind me. White has no value. Black has gone all over my heart. Once upon a time, I gave up and my heart was restless. After all, I have to make an excuse.
I said, give me a reason, find a reason to dream. Talking to yourself is also a kind of beauty. Perhaps, that is the aesthetic singleness. Black me, I can't see through, it's sadness. I like sunshine, but I long for the darkness of being alone. The overly dramatic performance masked the artistic conception like ink and wash.
I don't understand the complexity of this world, but I thought I had a wonderful life. But behind all the laughter, there is a black box covered with a big lock full of vicissitudes. This lock locks my soul. Where are the keys? It's in the black and white room. In the dark, I accidentally opened this old lock in a distant space. Suddenly, black liquid splashed, and in a trance, for an instant, I looked back and found myself in the dark time.
Yes, I belong to a black soul, a soul destined to wander, a soul destined to disappear in a black fantasy. I tried to break free and fight like never before. Unfortunately, I can't. Bloom is black, but the next second is waiting for it to wither. Withered in the gap on the edge of the night of life, there are flying words everywhere, green smoke red mist,