Tang Libai
The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright.
When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
When you enter the door of lovesickness, you will know the suffering of lovesickness.
Eternal love, eternal memories, and short-term lovesickness have no end.
If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.
This poem can be divided into two parts from the overall grasp, from "autumn wind is clear" to "embarrassing at this time and this night" is one part; The second part is from "Into My Loved Door" to the end. The first part is mainly scenery, and the second part is catharsis.
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Distant end of the world, cold, cold, lonely days without help.
I want to know how I am knotted, like Zhuan Xu incense in a golden furnace.
Long eyebrows are always locked so that the spring breeze can't stretch.
Tired of leaning on the railings of high-rise buildings, watching geese fly, every word is melancholy.
This is a poem about women's parting thoughts. At the beginning, the emotion was so clear and strong, and then it was rendered layer by layer with the help of images. The seal incense in the golden stove is lit up a little, just like a woman's melancholy, and it is broken into inches. This is a heartbreaking situation, very vivid and touching. The last two sentences express women's sadness through another image.
Sauvignon Blanc (1)
Tang Libai
Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Jinglan, Tianjin, Qiu Jin, a thin layer of frost shines like a small mirror on my mat.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds.
There is a clear sky in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water.
The sky is high and the land is wide; My sadness flies painfully between them. Can I dream of crossing the mountain gate? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.