Second, thank you for watching the fire from the other side, for not saving me, and for letting me miss it.
Third, look at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is circulating, but it can't hide the mottled fleeting time.
Fourth, the most sincere friend, decorate your life world with selflessness and kindness; The most precious friend, with an open mind to build beautiful scenery for you; The most rare friend will cross the ends of the earth to write a chapter of friendship; The most predestined friends, * * * plays the most sincere music in the world with your heart! I wish you and your family happiness!
5. Hold a handful of clear water, banish the river, blend in with the lost years, and wash the soul; Twist a wisp of heart fragrance, send it in the clouds, meet again in the deepest part of the world of mortals, and crush your heart; Looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, wandering under the moon, staying in the cold winter of Acacia Ferry, leaving inner loneliness. Bridge is not a bridge, fog is not a fog, and heart is not a heart. It's better to fly than to fly.
Six, the golden soup is still a horse, the jade person is elegant, not in my wandering world, watching the haze in the morning and evening.
Seven, the heart is micro-moving, but the feelings are far away, things are not right, people are not right, things are not right, and the past cannot be heavy.
Eight, I hate not being able to accumulate fate before my death, and the ancient Buddha passed away.
Nine, tears fall gently and melt little by little. Looking from a distance, there is a trace of heartache. Bloom is endless, and goodness is like flowing water. Beauty is far away, lovesickness is bitter, and it is hard to pay. It's hard to give up and it's hard to stay. It's a moonlit night, and suddenly it becomes sand between your fingers. At that moment, Shao Hua was nowhere to be found. At that moment, the lonely shadow wet the clothes with tears. Phoenix mistake: marry and abandon the princess
10. Whose flute has been ringing for many years.
Eleven, a world of mortals, a thousand years of love, a few strands of acacia across the bank, how many old dreams have been secluded? On the water side, I would like to take a boat with lotus fragrance, cross Qin Mingyue and tang style Song Yun, and find you on the vast Xizi Lake!
Twelve, in other people's trajectory, see yourself so serious and pious, but extremely sad. I want to cry at the thought of coming all the way to Qian Shan.
Thirteen, I handed over the world and promised to give you two sleeves of fireworks. So, if I turn the soil into sand, will you bring me tea and water?
Fourteen, life is like a play, and the players don't regret it.
15. On a bleak autumn night, after the lonely and wandering moon gently told me how to describe the most beautiful scenery in my heart, I stopped complaining about why life always has too many regrets and sighing that the end of life is always a faint smoke.
Sixteen, it is better to forget the things in this world. There is no wind and no moon tonight, and the milky way hangs in the sky. Listen to the flute and look at the clouds around you, and you will know that you have no rest.
Seventeen, the autumn wind blows the leaves, holding a clear idea, stranded the warm fragrance in memory in the depths of time, soaked in the morning light, and made a dull look. Whose glimpse, floating in the memory corridor, lingering? Listening to autumn, standing quietly by the window, listening to the sound of wild geese soaring in the distance, listening to fruitful whispers, a touch of cloudless sky, a roll of autumn sounds against autumn cotton.
18. Who forgets first? He who pours his country will return to his native country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
Nineteen, a warm finger pushed open the heavy door with a touch of missing, and searched for thousands of scenery in the depths of the season with memories and missing. Peach blossoms, dust and fog, carved cases, wet ink, small red characters, all about your past, all about your fragments, such as happy sentences in the rhyme of ancient poetry, quietly falling into disarray, embarrassing words, and so on, are deeply engraved in my heart.
Twenty, the flower season has passed, but people have dispersed and the wind is floating. When shall we meet again?
Twenty-one, a piece of paper, cool thin, with the words that I have been embarrassed for half my life; A piece of paper vicissitudes, the book I am lonely; A piece of paper is light yellow; Remember the wind and frost in my life.
Twenty-two, the lights are dim, the rain is dancing, the dream is dancing, who is looking back at the west wind in the small building and staring at the dim lights on the other side, who is waiting for who? Whether I have nothing to ask for now, whether my numb body and mind are used to waiting, the lilacs on my shoulders are melancholy, I long to wear them in the sky blue, and I am also worried about the world without tears. Blue sky, yellow flowers, autumn wind rustling, flying north and south, Iraqis facing the window, no longer seeing the green, fat, red and thin of the past; The boat is silent, and the autumn wind and flowing water tune. Who looks at the water by the railing, the withered lotus has become thin, desolate and empty. Anyone who gets drunk at night is always worried when it rains.
Twenty-three, summer cicada and winter snow, but a glimpse of reincarnation, enlightenment, regardless of life fate, a few strokes of good white scrolls, it is difficult to draw the depth of the rivers and lakes, it is difficult to draw your spotless face. Who else can't sleep at night? In the bamboo curtain dream, the moonlight is swaying with the wind, and from a distance, it seems to be practicing. It says nothing about the fate of life, but those who love it will turn their backs and miss happiness. Who cares about you? Because of love, you are obsessed, you are confused,
Aesthetic Ancient Poetry _ Aesthetic Poetry
1. Have I seen you on a dead end, by the forgotten river, beside Sanshengshi and Naihe Bridge?
Second, look at the 33 rd house, but the highest is not far from hating the sky; It is difficult to get sick for 440 times, and the most bitter thing is long-term care.
Third, it may be a marriage in a previous life, or it may be a fate in the next life. Meeting in this life will only increase useless resentment.
Fourth, the fireworks rose and fell that night, and it was impossible to open emotional entanglements.
5. Complex experiences have carved deep lines in the corners of the eyes. I turned and carved a flower.
Six, the white temples are wrinkled, the bamboo sticks are long in the hand, the birds are singing, and the north wind is barren, leaving only the eyebrow line company commander.
Seven, lamenting the tears of beauty, the death of heroes, the world is much more bitter. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
Eight, melt into the Milky Way and quietly light up the sky with the bright moon; Walking into the grass, just smile and join hands with the breeze to dye the green earth. This can also be regarded as being kind to life and living up to the years.
Nine, it was a prosperous time, and we were hurt beyond recognition by loneliness.
Ten, the heart belongs, but sadness has become the sea.
Eleven, meet a drunk is the leading edge, wind and rain fell, where fell.
Twelve black birds fly across the sky. I am standing in the city. Look at the time of burning to ashes. Make noise.
Thirteen, listen to the string break, break three thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Fourteen. Finally, the smile disappeared for a second.
Fifteen, miss you, turn candles into tears, burn out old Tang Yan, why are you wandering today?
Sixteen, Chang' an cold, Zhangtai singing and dancing; Who cherishes the easy time? Praise the flower shadow and hold the wine to send the scenery; Folding the spring breeze is ruthless.
Seventeen years old, always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.
Eighteen, it seems that this star is not last night, who is the wind and dew standing in the dark?
Nineteen, let him know everything and smile for you.
Twenty, in the final analysis, is just an imperial dream, and it is empty.
Twenty-one, you said that you were alone and paired with the mirror; Then there were three people on the road, and the years were long.
Twenty-two, gather this love and hate into a cup, and you don't need to ask right or wrong to get drunk.
Twenty-three, the world is drunk, drunk and dreaming, the world is stupid, infatuated with no regrets.
Twenty-four, who forgot first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
Twenty-five, when the red maple sighs, the water in the pool ripples, and the wind sweeps the maple pool. Time has passed.
Twenty-six, fate is like water, and only for one sentence, waiting for the next encounter.
Twenty-seven, you disturbed my dream, and you gave me half a life of desolation.
28. Floating words, tea and ancient paintings
Twenty-nine, raise a glass and get drunk, drink all the snow, and be at a loss for another year.
30. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.
Never look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
Antique sentences that must be read for antique control.
The Iraqis in the mirror and the shadows of the flowers on the moon are all gone. If the world misses, who will I think of? Wash away the lead, repair the capacity and cover up the heart, and love will go with the wind. Who am I willing to forget? The world of mortals is locked in, only because of a sense of nostalgia. Looking back, Zhan Yan chuckled, I will not live up to my lovesickness in my life. I only have feelings for you, Zhan Yan recalled. The whole city is a warm and smiling pear vortex. I just want you to look back once and see my affection.
I spent all my youth, but I couldn't get out of the long rainy season. I sang all the way, turned around all the way, with endless aftertaste and shed tears. I turned my heart into dew, perched on the broad leaves of my dream, and fell asleep, waiting for the morning light in the afterlife to wake me up gently. Then, in this life, can you allow me to settle down and return my innocent heart to the moon, as gentle as jade and with clear eyes, just like Ying Ying when I first saw him?
Buddha said: the world of mortals is ten feet high, but it traps all sentient beings. Kindness is small, but it allows me to be merciful. A love word is like a fire burning on ice. If the fire is big, the ice will melt, and if the ice melts, the fire will go out. Therefore, the Buddha said, you can't say.
Bodhi trees have no trees, and the mirror platform is not a platform. There is nothing, so there is no dust.
God, Asura, man, beast, hungry ghost and hell are six sentient beings.
All six sentient beings have to go through the cycle of cause and effect, from which they can experience pain. Only by understanding the true meaning of life can they achieve eternal life.
The complexity of the world, the ugliness of human nature, the interweaving of love and hate, this life and past lives are just a dream floating and scattered. There is no reason to care and nothing to miss.
Scholars cherish the ancient charm of Jiangnan most, and Jiangnan also embodies the attachment and pursuit of many wanderers, such as an oil-paper umbrella, a Russell skirt, a touch of dull red makeup and the spring in their brow. The woman with a fan in Jiangnan is a dream of leaving others.
Shadow into the pool, flowers fall into the skirt. When I first met you, I felt like an old friend. Sooner or later, all the lovesickness is hidden. The candle shone late and I was drunk. If you have red shoes, I will dance for you.
Accumulate eternal love lines and crush deep red acacia.
The moon is pale and the wind is bleak, and an ancient pipa sours the attachment of this life. I miss you at night, and the moon is dripping and the night is full. The trace left by the slightest sound collides with my inner stupidity, and tears overflow my eyes, flowing wantonly, like a string of crying.
Thousands of feet's drinking makes him lovesick in the quiet night, so it's hard to wave a ray of affection. Fragments of the past, into a lifetime of sorrow. Unforgettable, long-lasting thoughts are torn into silk thread. I hate that I can't sleep at night, and my thoughts are scattered everywhere. I cut out a thin Leng Yue and remember it vividly, forming a continuous relationship.
Tonight; Walking in the moonlight, let the past fly and fall on every string, touching the sound like a complaint. Missing in the soft and broken arms pervades the night, turning into a low voice, lingering into a thin sadness, hiding in a corner of the night, full of faint sadness, and falling in a silent place.
Lonely stars are broken, dreams are broken, and clothes are cold. Yan in the mirror, looking through the curtains under the thin moon, is full of sad expectations. I always want to avoid those memories about you, return to the final peace, and make my heart calm and calm. However, at the moment of turning your head, you forgot the tenderness of the Millennium and planted an unforgettable injury for me in this life; If you are drunk, you will be drunk and have endless worries in this life. Inside and outside the volume, every word is engraved in my heart, but only one song sings the same story and fades into my heart.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
There are countless fireworks in the long street. You look back with the lights, the pavilions are short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Who should be robbed by whom, who has been obsessed.
Dust fell and washed away the lead. Who trapped her hands and poured out the world for her? Who won the beauty and traveled around the world with her?
Yuzhu once wrote about the phoenix tour, where people go to the building and the water flows in vain.
Who wants to live a lonely life, who wants to live alone, if it is not too deep to control, how can it be as cold as ice!
However, this is a quiet year, and how many beauties the hero has lost. There is no new chapter in the past, so it is difficult to stay in the old garden.
It is better to meet less than to meet more.
Forget when you are drunk, why bother; Pity the quiet night, the shadows are bleak. We have known each other for thousands of years and love each other in this life; If you can't move, you will have a lot of worries, and tears will flow first. On a young night, string your warm words together and fold them into Tang and Song Dynasties, laying a good foundation for tonight's writing. A kind of love can only be sent in a dream, and I, like a butterfly in a dream, dance in the slender moonlight, waiting for the dawn.
Dust flies, people go to the empty building, and the flowers in the dream fall for who? Looking forward to it, how much infatuation. Knead yourself into reincarnation, remembering, in the dream of meeting; Parting, among the tearful flowers; Heartbroken, at the pale fingertips; Fade, in an eternal dream. In the nightingale's sad sigh, let the delicate tenderness suffocate and become speechless in the night's poems. Let a cavity be full of lovesickness, floating in the wind; Any warm drizzle kisses the coolness on the lips; The cold moonlight reflected in the eyes, fragrant.
Night white gauze cream, dreams are lingering for thousands of times. In the cold fog and smoke, the flowers fall and wither. Full of acacia, flying with sad love words. Meeting, parting, suddenly like a dream. Like wind, like frost, like a dream. A tear fell on the rock, leaving a scar. Perhaps, parting is just a long journey in this life, and the gentleness of Sansheng Shishan is my concern in this life, with no regrets.
In this life, I follow the ancient legend and sprinkle withered petals for you in the tunnel of time. In this brief lingering life, the most beautiful memories are strung into melodious melodies, just to commemorate the most beautiful meeting in bloom. And I, just forgotten in an eternal dream.
Qing Huan * * *, Zi Mo meets the world of mortals; Look at the sky, take a quick look, who knows.
Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves. The dead will go down in history forever, but we live to look up to their glory in those days. Life and death cycle, life and death miss, that's all.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.
Several sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me.
After a fleeting dream, I went back to Qushui to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.
At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation;
Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.
Listening to ancient songs, listening to feelings rather than listening to sounds, songs are not emotional, just because they have not reached the emotional place.
Who leans on Mingyue Building alone? Who's worried about pipa? Thinking like a button, touching the sleeve, the world is annoyed, who sighs who is worried?
Where is the most unified ownership of ghosts, people, ghosts, demons and immortals? But a group of idiots in the world of mortals can't see through sadness.
The world laments that bosom friends are hard to find. In fact, it is not that bosom friends are hard to find, but that an indifferent heart is complacent about the world. I just want to dance with the moon and invite it to sleep.
The bonfire is burning. What time is it now? Guanling dream, homesickness. The blue sky is up and the yellow land is down. Qian Shan snow, moonlight diarrhea. Waiting for Iraq, lovesickness. Cold clothes tune, a song, endless feelings, knot. Is it accompanied in this life or cherished in the afterlife? Faded memories, dissipated fragrance.
Life is intertwined with right and wrong grievances, but in the end it is nothing but water. It's hard to give up, but I am persistent, that's all.
Drinking wine alone, a can of drunken dreams is no match for lingering thoughts. Loneliness and self-appreciation, sadness everywhere, the night is still young, dark melancholy. In the past, this was Yuen Long Garden, and the words were too weak to be lost. Peach blossoms in full bloom are scars.
Time goes by like a dream. Only the snowflakes you brushed away are still waiting in memory, weaving eternal lingering. That once withered hope, constantly rubbing in the moonlight, is gradually ignited and swaying in the wind.
Light smoke and fog, flowers and leaves, flying all over the sky. Wherever I go, the night is freezing, and where is home.
The fireworks bloomed in the dark sky, and in an instant, the stars dimmed. Who remembers our grand dreams when we were young?
Shao Hua has passed away, and things have changed. What's the use of enjoying the success? Better cover the whole country for him.
The past is nothing, so why persist?
It is always the dreamer's wishful thinking that flowers bloom before the moon falls. You can't destroy the wind and rain in the world, but you can only watch a beautiful flower wither. It's too painful to face life and death. As a spectator, I can't afford this disillusionment.
Whoever sits alone enjoys youth. We were young that year, and our dreams were shallow that year.
Look at the fallen flowers flying away by the hidden moon. How many vicissitudes are there in the world? Wandering alone, lost, looking back
Look, who is sitting under the bodhi tree, counting the flowers falling on the curtains after the season. Soft whispers, rustling sighs, mumbling acacia, charming the enchanting youth of rouge. Listen, who is playing the sad chord in the world of mortals? Who is it, indulging in the misty rain and the world of mortals, writing all the human customs, a Tang poem, a Song poem, and a flute lingering fragrance, which made me nostalgic in previous lives.
When Xu Xu dreams back, there is only loneliness, everything is boundless, and the dream is desolate.
People often say that the past is like smoke, and it may repeat itself in a thousand years. In the dream, the West Lake is dry, but you still can't see through it.
When Roman goes to bloom, who can remember the past, who should remember, who robbed, and who never forgets?
Even if the scenery is picturesque, there is no bustling moment.
How can flowers wither? Who makes the world full of dance?
The piano turns, the night leaves the soul, flowers fall all over the ground, reminisce, and wear a thin shirt.
I was disconnected, so you can have an afterlife. Now that the glory has faded, it should be regarded as a kind of prosperity.
Low v. all over, even though resentment, tears, autumn heart leaves, fell on the earth.
Sadness, whose piano music softened into a Qian Qian knot? The moon falls and the crow falls. Whose wind and frost have been sung for thousands of years? When a smile provokes infatuation, it is doomed to go through a thousand years in the world of mortals. Tonight, I got drunk in my past life for no reason. Deep in the lotus root, Liuan, misty rain terrace is still a Wang Yang.
Iola Street, Xie Bei Street, looking at several blocks, dreaming of Xiaoxiang, where there is light.
See flowers in the fog, who always waits. Looking at the moon from the balcony, there is no end to time.
Words are sad and crazy, and roads are sad and crazy. Just say that spring is gone and never comes back! The empty space is full of joys and sorrows of life and death, embers are hanging and smoke is flying all over the sky.
When the glory is exhausted, but the road ahead is long, remember who people hate when you go back.
Time and space jump, Kun Yuan's things cut through the sky in a flash, time flies now, and I don't like stepping on the colorful clouds and the Qionglou.
I can't feel my thoughts flying until my eyes are as light as smoke.
Let bloom flow like water for years, and turn it into precipitation when it is deeply rooted. The legendary oath is not necessarily long.
Candlelight laughs at the changes of the world and turns into a light and water, which annihilates the sadness and heartbroken. Who hates the sky, God makes people far away.
You can't tell right from wrong. It's so real. It's just Bai Lianhua. Green front is soft, it is difficult to keep a few friends.
The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
Mulberry fields have endless souls for thousands of years, dark day and night, and pale hearts covered with stone moss.
Turn your face in the fire and bully the flame of god; Time flies, Corona. My nightmare.
The cold voice breaks jade and hates the sky, but it persists in the sky and wanders without regrets to find loneliness.
Wind erosion for thousands of years, the altar will finally see you; Flying feathers and flowing clouds, covered with sand between your fingers.
The red rope tied the bell, and later generations lingered; Send immortals to dinner and dance drunk for thousands of years.
Sleep hand in hand, from now on; Heaven and earth, blue sky and yellow earth.
A frown is so gentle and charming, and no beautiful country can compare with a smile.
Bound like a bird, it can't bind her years, and it can't stop her glory like prosperity.
The world of mortals comes and goes again and again, and beauty is lonely.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
The dresser was torn by the sun and the flowers on the other side could not be pieced together. The wind is blowing hard. Thoughts stop under the puzzle, lies are divided into true and false, and incomplete myths are sealed, waiting for the moment of meeting.
I saw her hoof stepping on the first side of the unknown road under my feet. How many dark crows are there? Looking at the summer with a lamp, I described that the spirits were as light as tea, and the dry and white stick figures blew a few times.
The phoenix flowers in full bloom in the courtyard, like him, can't hide their brilliance. Time travel is hoarse, the fan blocks the wind and sand, and the drizzle outside the window stretches a little cinnabar in the turn.
Liu, Chang 'an, is ringing, passers-by are drunk, and in the upper reaches of the lake, let's have a drink. Water embroidered Qi Zhen beauty, Ping Jin method, painted landscapes, poets wrote words flying, rouge swept the eyebrows.
Fireworks follow the running water, it is cold at night, and those who are cold are drunk. There will be Lantern Festival today. Fans of painting will guess a pair. Yangxian tea floats, pipa wraps, jade emperor returns, butyl dance, beautiful bronze mirror.
Blood-stained paintings, how can they rival your brow? A little cinnabar covers the world, but it is always prosperous.
Peach Bloodstained, I just want to see you again. You were in tears, listening to the sword, and the tall building was dying and collapsed.
The years forgot to point out which Ye Xiang, the bronze mirror sighed, the window was vaguely clothed, and the flowers complained about autumn. Do you complain about moonlight?
You had a long dream. When you wake up, you wipe a few lines of tears, and your eyebrows are full of regrets. Dust and frost on paper, Yun Zheyue. Why are you hiding?
Think again, how can we hold hands and look at each other forever? Looking back, who smiled and his voice was blurred.
You spend ten years writing, even if you are a fairy, how can you not think about it, but you can see through thousands of waves on the cliff in your life. How many people suddenly think that you are unforgettable, but in fact, you just want two hearts, but things change, and you still love each other for ten years.
He opened a phoenix flower at the corner of his mouth, only touched the cinnabar on his forehead, and she resumed that prosperity.
Picking a phoenix flower for her under the moon will make her laugh, even a mirage.
I waved my sleeves and raised my eyes, set off fireworks and stepped on the dust hand in hand.
If I can, I can accompany you for a thousand years. I just want to care about you and smile. If you like, I am willing to accompany you forever, I just want to accompany you forever. Your face is like a lotus in my heart. The sunset sprinkles ink and whispers softly, and several fireworks fly all over the sky in an instant. Are you still sitting in a long pavilion, with sandy jade fingers, wrapped in the warmth of the breeze, drawing the horizon and starting from the Mekong River?
How many people have been hurt by love, how many people's hearts have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings have been hurt, how many memories have been lost, and how many memories have been lost. Even if a moth puts out the fire, it still doesn't hesitate. They only look at love and hurt themselves, but they can't end their lives. They shed a lot of spoony tears, drank a glass of turbid wine and tasted how much ordinary love! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Finger flick, singing flying, wasting my thoughts; Striking the strings, like a slender wind, who do you miss? The feelings around the fingers and the attachment of life have interpreted the homesickness year after year in the sound of pipa and piano; Love is deep, loneliness is hard to hide, and whispers in my ears are like sighs when flowers fall; Love is endless, and everyone will feel pity when they are lonely all their lives, spreading silently in the hazy air; The flood of running water, with all the breeze, dyed the writing paper white.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River enveloped the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Change your life with my three fireworks.
I am young, and I am young.
The street is long and there are many fireworks. You look back with lights.
Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on the shoulder, trance blurred.
How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Wrinkles between ankles are like jade, flying in the sky. The flowers in the yard are still hung with dew. The general in the inn came back from the battlefield, and the horse was still sleeping. Beautiful women look forward to the moon returning to the Tang Dynasty. Wise men are crazy, fools are sad, and fools have a pot of wine. Liu Yi has fallen asleep.
Tiles are like flying flowers, falling colored glass, blowing with the wind, flourishing in the Tang Dynasty, and intoxicated with a poem. The emperor's beam is covered with silver scales and magnificent. The silver moon is dancing in the sky. Stay in the west wing and don't go back.
In the dream, passers-by laughed at the cloister, and the autumn colors faded away. The world is short and the world is long.
When I look back, I can see that the fragrance of dust has fallen, my voice is clear, and I am singing.
Aesthetic Poetry of Ancient Style and Rhyme _ Aesthetic Poetry
First, what I gave up was the relationship, and what I left behind was an indelible memory.
Second, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Third, the picture of the world of mortals, who painted the love of life and death? In the end, I can only keep the same face. This is a thousand years.
Fourth, holding the piano without words is unforgettable. Play a bitter peach blossom, who knows, who wants to?
5. The case of "Picturesque Eyebrows" tells the story that the lotus on earth turned and withered in front of the Buddha of mercy, and the piano sounded like epilepsy. You buried a legendary period. If you listen to him pluck the strings, can you go back in time? May the lotus beside the Buddha not fade.
6. The sun has set, the sky is dark, the reflection is looking back at the water, the shadow of the bridge is lingering, and the time flies into the other shore.
Seven, Dian Dian, soaked in the joys and sorrows of the Millennium. Who will make more plans for the white horse whistling in the west wind? If I get drunk, I will die drunk in my dream.
Eight, Phoenix, who once visited here, failed to keep the appointment in its name and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
9. Who threw red beans in the south of the Yangtze River and left acacia grass?
10. I always wonder whether my memory lives at the end of the strip or whether my ring dies at the end of the strip.
1 1. The butterfly is very beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Twelve, the wind swept away the hurt pain, the rain washed away the fishy smell of the ribbon, and the sand stained our laughter. You're still as cold as bloom
Thirteen, how many joys and sorrows are there when the chess pieces are knocked down?
Fourteen, a trip to mountains and rivers, I put on my hair and sang songs, and walked through the morning breeze and the waning moon.
Fifteen, love. Looking at the center of the earth, the sky is high and wide. The cold wind is clear to the dew, and there is no place to live, which is cold and leaking.
Sixteen, floating life is like this, not less and less, it is better to meet each other.
Seventeen years old, as long as a thousand years, a smile, eternal life.
Eighteen, the previous life was a peach blossom, which covered my eyes when I missed you.
Nineteen, dark clouds cover the moon and no one is seen. I can't tell you how lonely it is.
Twenty, Mu Yan, Simu Mu, speechless, my name.
Twenty-one, return air comfortable sleeve dance away from people, the sound of the piano reminds. When is the night in Mo Wen? I'm afraid to explore the date of return. From then on, I was lonely and listened to the blue sea and smoke. Sky Sawano pitching room, but he didn't find what he wanted in either place.
22. If I had a pair of eyes to shed tears for me, I would like to believe this sad life again.
Twenty-three, wait for the flowers and waves to be alone with you.
24, at night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, Xiao Xuan window is dressing up. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears