Moonlight twilight, solo night breeze; On the world of mortals, withered petals, broken by the wind, fingertips stained with wounds, and red ink pens. Beauty is like a dream, and flowers can be folded, which is the glory of life. If you have a dream, fireworks are easy to get cold and conversation is easy to fall, when will you dance? Floating life is not drunk, waving one's life is worrying, three lives are weaker than water, staring at the distance, and the fate of reincarnation. Laugh and ask who the ferryman is, when the drunken talk will continue, and sigh at the world of mortals! The following is an ancient aesthetic poem I shared with J.L. More beautiful sentences are welcome to visit (Juzi .. com).
What's missing? Acacia night. A white-headed promise, this life has been fixed. Ten miles long street, the wind is afraid. It's snowing all over the sky, who to say goodbye to.
How many youth years have passed, and now the water is gone.
Kites are shining in the clear sky, and kites have to break their ropes to the clouds.
Listen to the sound of water, the sound of stringed instruments singing, flowers printing and dyeing Jiangnan water town, the sound of violin is full of romance, and the old broken bridge is crushed with sound. The residual color reflects the water, the white skirt is graceful, the steps are light, the waterside pavilion is rippling, the timbre is long, the fingers are rubbing, the dusty Buddha crosses the south of the Yangtze River, the butterfly is drunk in my heart, the strings are snapping, the hair is messy, and the eyes are flowing, for three thousand years. The Buddha sleeve is wrapped in clothes, the piano sound is light, and the peach blossom feather fan is graceful and carefree. Sit on the pavilion and admire the color of rouge.
The breeze remains the same, and the piano sounds Xiao Suyun. Learn to chant words with ink, and dance with pen and ink. The origin of ups and downs, gathering and dispersion. Today, there are thousands of chapters and tens of thousands of words, which are sad and hurt. Every word is as cold as ice. Just because the fate of dust is like a dream, the mirror is full of flowers, leaving only a few pages on today's plain notes, indifferent to flowers. Perhaps, a thousand years later, in a dusty wind, there is only one woman singing clearly in the wind?
Finally, I have nothing to do with you.
It has been raining, and the lake is full of smoke.
I am not a dude, I love splendor, I am a good house, I am a beautiful maid, I am a good whore, I am a good dress, I am a good food, I am a good horse, I am a good lantern, I am a good fireworks, I am a good pear garden, I am a good advocate, I am a good antique, I am a good flower and bird, I am addicted to tea and orange, and I have worked hard.
what is love ? Love means that hatred is not complete and pain is not complete; It is inseparable, can't be thrown away, and can't bear to part with it; It is gnashing your teeth and hurting your internal organs; One day, I suddenly found that I never gave up and had no regrets. Love is helpless. So, what is helplessness? Beautiful night, helpless day. Must be full of emotion, must be merciful. Even if I hate it to the extreme, I can't help it. It's for helplessness. Love is a hearty swing. That sword. Hands up and knives down, walk the line. Never hesitate!
You don't want to be disturbed. I'm just quiet.
If the heart doesn't move, what does wind energy do? If you don't get hurt, the years will be fine.
Visit the beautiful scenery of Qian Shan; Make friends from all corners of the country! Stepping on the ancient soil of north and south; Look at the miracle of this world!
Thank you for watching the fire from the other shore, for not saving me, and for letting me miss it.
Your space, why should I be lonely with loneliness.
In eleven years, the passenger ship was lonely, the lights were scattered, the cloth and socks were wet, and the rain was cold.
Jiangchuan listens to the rain flute at night and leans on yat sen villa.
Flying flowers are floating, dresses are dancing, and how many feelings are flying. Sleeves are flowing, fingers are condensed and clear water is floating.
Drunk in the moon and fascinated by flowers, dreaming in the boudoir, watching the spring breeze begin, the pool is sad.
Autumn has gone and spring has come. Who pities the wind and lotus in Quyuan? bloom is white, but there is a vacancy.
The long summer passed, and the early autumn between Shan Ye was quietly involved.
You said to grow old with your son and hide eight wastes. Later, floating clouds are easy to get old, and strangers are vicissitudes of life.
Along the way, the scenery along the way, the defeat of bloom flowers, the warmth of the world, the tender feelings, and the wild wind scattered the gathering and parting! A grain of sand can be seen at the bottom of the sea, a waiter intoxicated for thousands of years, and a drop of water can be seen all over the world. Sadness and joy have melted into rain and tears. One person, one disability, clearly visible. Thousands of years have passed, how can you forget?
Once upon a time, the flowers bloomed before the moon fell. Today next year, the ends of the earth.
Look at the clouds and waves on the cliff, the wind rustling on the cliff, and the pear blossoms are still falling as they were then.
Who can laugh at ten years of suffering and shoot the sky and the moon? Wine is in the breeze, who can put Long song's tears in the cup? Who can travel all over Qian Shan just to embrace each other? Who can risk one's life to pour out all kinds of amorous feelings for you? Is it love or delusion? You really don't understand. Everything is empty?
The spring water is inexhaustible, the catkins are soft and the water is flying.
Prosperous Chang 'an, flowers set in the sunset, forgetting the previous dynasty.
I'm not you, and I don't know Iraq from him. It's okay to come and go. I am very sad and happy, and I also said that I am very close and intimate. It used to be boring, but now it's boring in retrospect!
I wish you a happy life, and the breeze and bright moon will accompany you all over the world.
In the bleak scene, there is your most beautiful shadow. Elegance refers to quicksand, which is aging for a period of time.
You change your style, I turn into rain, stay by your side and smile like a beauty.
It's time for tea. The dust has settled. How much do you know?
Who can laugh after ten years of suffering, Long song?
Empty negative lingyun talents, life never open-minded. Birds crow and flowers fall, bamboo withers and tung withers and phoenix doesn't come. A good horse is full of sadness because it has no owner. Jiuquan does not sigh, sending satellites into the night station.
Your heart will go with the yellow crane, and ten thousand people in Qian Qian will never get it back. Only stay in my heart and grieve for my friends. The warmth of the past warms my heart.
In midsummer, I watch the smog in the morning and evening. Peach blossoms at sunset, hoeing the fields. Accompanied by poetry in the evening, I envy my neighbors every day.
Miss gradually becomes rich in the night, as lush as flowers and trees.
That year, Chang 'an was flying all over the sky, and I heard the spring breeze beyond the Great Wall weeping blood.
The long street is full of fireworks, so you can look back by the light.
The moon is low, the frost is heavy, the rouge is cold, and the flowers can't help but disperse. Looking at the loneliness in the mirror, the sweet soul still remembers Lushan dialect, a leaf of acacia leaves, not singing past lives.
Dream upstairs and under the moon, standing with the same eyes!
White temples are wrinkled, bamboo sticks are long in hand, birds are hissing, and the north wind is barren, leaving only the eyebrow line company commander.
Life is like a play, and the players don't regret it.
Danqing is picturesque, and the ink is clear and the plum blossoms are light. Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the details are cold. I still remember when I was writing, Acacia drew a stroke for her.
Bloom falls again in spring, autumn wind goes to Xia Na, and winter snow is another year. She waited until people were thinner than yellow flowers.
At that time, I was drunk in the peach blossom, saw you drinking tea on the piano, and dreamed that I had been lovesick all my life, and my eyes lit up.
A jade horse in the golden palace is elegant and elegant, unlike me who wanders around the world and watches the clouds in the morning and evening.
Guqin is the music of nature, while Kunqu is the music of people and the music of the earth.
He was unique and sad all his life.
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