Tang Dynasty: Du Xunhe
Your poems are elegant and elegant, and you feel the ancient style. Outside is flashy, but inside is enlightenment.
The name should be high in the sun and the moon, and the Tao can moisten things silently. Don't be ashamed of being lonely and cold, it is more glorious to be lonely and cold.
2. "Listen to Zheng playing the piano"
Tang Dynasty: Jong Li
The scenery in Xianxiang is clear, and the fairy plays the piano. The autumn moon is empty and the mountains are silent, and the spring breeze is born overnight.
The insects stopped ringing in the sand, and the pine-crowned crane was surprised for the first time. Because of the feeling of flashy world, who pity too much love.
3. Linjiang Xian (the feeling of relaxing in Fuzhou Beiyan).
Song Dynasty: Yangfang
I'd like to talk to Yinger. The spring breeze is all over the world. The fragrance keeps growing, and the trees keep crossing flowers. Everything is true, there is no glitz.
Convergence to the night, thousands of bright moons. Look at Mayhew's window screening. Clear, thin shadow oblique
4. "He greets Jincheng with his brilliant shadow."
Tang Dynasty: Mei Niang
At the beginning of the silkworm market, the spring is full, and the nine roads are bright and fragrant.
There are always flashy things in the world, vying for people born in Xianshan.
5. "Reward people to sing sea pomegranate"
Tang dynasty: the tomb of death
The real monk advised the outside world to be flashy and everything was impermanent, which was regrettable.
But try to think about the trees under the steps. What kind of people do I see flowers?
2. Half-life glitz and half-life drunken poems are right: the love of a lifetime is the sorrow of a lifetime;
Maybe the source I am looking for is not accurate. I found that the source of this pair is as follows:
Snow v. Song of Parting
A very beautiful ancient song, with melodious rhythm, rich and sincere feelings and strong appeal. Meng Lan and Ling are the original singers.
Lyrics:
Who can talk about hatred in the Jianghu?
Who can tell right from wrong in the world of mortals?
Ask who has written old poems in the world.
Ask who plucked the ancient string in the dream.
Looking at the distant mountains, snow falls and acacia turns to dust.
Snow doesn't understand the sadness of falling flowers.
Waiting for love to wither like a flower
Isolobal pile
Such as missing also turned into tears.
Just to find you, regardless of the mistakes of this life and the sorrow of love for a lifetime.
Leaving each other and remembering each other is the ending written by fate for you. Although you have regrets in your life, you have no regrets.
Looking at the distant mountains, snow falls and acacia turns to dust.
Snow doesn't understand the sadness of falling flowers.
Waiting for love to wither like a flower
Isolobal pile
Such as missing also turned into tears.
Just to find you, a barren soul that can't be reincarnated, half-baked and half-drunk.
Leaving each other and remembering each other is the ending written by fate for you. Although you have regrets in your life, you have no regrets.
Just to find you, regardless of the mistakes of this life and the sorrow of love for a lifetime.
It is the end of the continuation of fate for you, holding your hand and sighing like water.