Self-created ancient love poems

If there is an afterlife, it will be a beautiful city. 2. At that time, you were a butterfly, I was a fallen flower, and my heart was broken. At that time, you were a star, I was a crescent moon, I was a singer and I was a pipa. At that time, I sang in troubled times and felt deeply about the world. 3. Jin Ge, water bloom, in a flash, that ray of youth is passed down from generation to generation. 4. Don't ask for dignity, don't care about glitz, 3,000 fahua, care for a lifetime. 5. Right there, you are a comic book that I miss all my life. Where are all the things I held and couldn't hold? Is that you? Is that you? I'm waiting for your reincarnation answer. 6. At that time, you were firewood, and I was a flame, burning my marriage and vanishing. At that time, you were the fingertip, I was the string, the string fell, and the flower was still wandering. At that time, you were a lonely goose and I was the blue sky. There is only one period after the wing marks have passed. 7. You walked so far, so far, I couldn't tell your face at that time, and I tried my best to back off. 8. The fables engraved in the fleeting time are endless. I think it is a quiet red lotus in your life, which blooms for you in this life. I think it's a kite you flew in the sky, holding the touching picture scroll far away from the line. Miss, nostalgia, love, I knelt before the Buddha and prayed for thousands of years. Ten thousand years later, you finally didn't show up. The edge of the dream, withered red lotus, red lotus. If there is an afterlife, can you cross me? 9. At that time, you were a rock, and I was the coast. The world was spinning, and the seas dried up and the rocks crumbled. At that time, you were running water and I was a petal. At that time, you were a fish, I was a wave, bloom was late, and my voice echoed, and those were all broken. 1 1. It's faded, faded quietly, faded, but so pale. I promised to be so short in the length of time, but so short. Open the door, who is so lonely and shouting, who finally shouts. 12. For a girl outside Huang Meiyu, it's just the right time to play a song played by an old friend. "Old friend sighs" sighs, and the world of mortals takes pains to raise others. The song "Song of an Old Friend" is a passage from a small town in the south of the Yangtze River. An old friend's book is a piece of paper. Ode to the Old Friend is a picturesque tribute to the King of the Golden Horse. "Old friend sings" a song about a mountain where the water is high and a lover beats a horse on a stranger. Read "Old Friends" once. The breeze and bright moon are flawless. The "old friend complained" that there are more beautiful women in heaven and earth than gauze. 13. Sitting on Sanshengshi for thousands of years, just waiting for a good marriage; Looking back at the river bank, just to be a love in the afterlife; I met a beautiful woman near Luoyang city just to write a beautiful poem; I had an infatuation on Changbai Mountain, just for the ten-year agreement; On the other side of Manzhu, the grievances were broken, just to wait for life to pass by like water; Hua Xu fiddled with the strings to keep Chang 'an for life. 14. Turning the mountain into a hydration stupa is just a promise under the bodhi tree; Sansheng Sansheng Stone, only for the agreement on the immortal stage; Who will send the Buddha beads to the Buddhist temple when the mountains are exhausted? Life is different, the world does not follow, Zhu Xian bronze mirror forgot who is forever; Naihe Bridge, the forgotten river, who will lead the endless marriage; Flowers on the other side, exquisite beans, one inch of acacia lonely who pity; If life is like seeing it for the first time, it is better not to see it if you only meet it. 15. There are flowers on the other side of the Santu River, just like a lifetime ago. In front of the west window mirror, in the lower house of the moon, there are lingering words of resentment. Rain alley in the south of the Yangtze River, flowers meet Chang 'an, and tell me that Luoyang is ancient and beautiful. A white horse whipped a whip, and a double shadow flew in, telling me that I was heading for the mountain of youth deeper than my wings. When the snow is cold, I meditate on Mei, complaining that making tea and wine is a dream for a hundred years. The world of mortals is short, the world is big, and it ends in a lifetime and is fleeting. The clouds are easy to disperse, and the eyebrow spectrum has been deleted. Tell me where you will go. A marriage, blue sky and yellow sky, v. I love and hate, it is difficult to be complete. 16. [Buddha Bone] I sacrificed 3,000 to build the seventh floor of your pagoda just to see the white clothes on your Deng Qinggu scroll. "Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen", "Zen" and "The Way of Monks" I have traveled all over the country, and Wan Li sought your life and death to convert, just for * * * you to wait for you in the storm of the rest of your life. I am doomed to wait for you at all costs, only. [Chivalrous feelings] The evil path I took in the Jianghu should be infatuation with you, just to accompany you in the world of mortals.