Reflections on "Autumn Night: A Record of Classmates"
Painting a building is light and cold, and dreams are lost, so what is the grass in the garden?
In front of the main hall, Shuang Yan danced flowers, sang songs and left with a smile.
Leng Yue is divided into two parts, with slender green water.
Don't wait for Chongyang to climb the mountain, lovesickness will touch clothes without tears.
Dreams are very short; Memories, long. Deep in the eyes, the broken fleeting time caressed by the breeze quietly blooms in the night sky like fireworks, annihilating the romance of hometown.
Quietly, twenty years have passed. Youth is flying, because the plainness of life is engraved so pure and beautiful. However, young and frivolous, we know what acacia is. Song Qing: The moon is like frost. I met her a long time ago, but since we separated, the time has become longer. The flowery smile and innocent style in the picture scroll of youth inadvertently carve the lush years into the most beautiful scenery.
We used to wave goodbye easily in front of the hedge with green trees and white flowers. After 20 years of vicissitudes, our souls return every night.
Memories, if you can drink, the past is a hangover.
Who is it, playing "Youth Tour" in a tall building? Who is it, growing old in lovesickness? Thousands of rivers have thousands of rivers and months. When can I see you again? I know, watch, you are in my heart.
The sky is beautiful, and the ground is hot and cold!
Until, holding up my cup, I asked the moon and the sky about wine. Walking on both sides of life, the moon is lacking on the left and full on the right. The moon is a poem and the full moon is a picture.
Chongyang every year, and Chongyang today. It's sadness, don't have a taste in your heart.
The osmanthus in my hometown should be in bloom, right? Will there be a fragrance in my heart? Is that elegant fragrance, like this friendship, lasting in Micari season after season?
Zhang Ailing once said that if memory has a smell, it is the smell of camphor, sweet and safe, like recalling that kind of distinct happiness; Sweetness and disappointment, like forgotten sadness.
The breeze blew. In a trance, a faint fragrance floated.
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Jiangchengzi
The sound of painting buildings adds to the sadness, Chu Jiangqiu, which is hard to accept. I still remember my feelings. I was drunk in the misty rain building. In the middle of the night, I was sad and white-haired. People don't see me, and water flows naturally. I want to entrust my old dream to Lanzhou. I love you and hate you. Empty and lonely, how can Kang relieve his worries? When will Chang 'e stop?
The moon is a fallen leaf, and yellow leaves make people lose their way. The wind is a sad song, which makes people deeply grieved.
Looking around, it's deserted. After thousands of years of constant wind and frost, Yi An sang softly and tirelessly in my ear. I stand on the painting building, but I can't find your beautiful back anywhere. What is the word "worry" this time?
The flute is suffocating. Far and near, near and far, sad and sad, endless.
Yes In those days. Acacia River, in front of the misty rain building. You and I will gently and carefully fold this delicate love line in our hearts and whisper. Your light and graceful dance steps are swaying in the dissolved moonlight. Deep in your eyes, it is clearly a curtain of lingering autumn rain, which makes my heart wet to the extreme.
The star blushed with shame. You are drunk, so am I.
After walking for so many years, I don't feel travel-stained and cold. Only Dongpo knows what's going on in my heart, sitting alone by the window with me every night, smiling with cold eyes.
Autumn flowers, autumn moon and autumn river can't be washed away. I don't hate to stay sad, so I'm speechless.
By the water. Is it just a beautiful dream that is out of reach?
Through a fallen leaf, I found a blue boat moored in the hazy sky. However, Lanzhou, how can you bear the sorrow of love and hate?
Stranger. Who's pathetic? Do you smell the smell of wine? Come, come, come, Du Kang, drink this thin glass of wine with me.
Chang 'e, the fairy of Guanghan Palace, held her breath and listened. Is there a dull pain in the distance?
The flute is suffocating. Far and near, near and far, sad and sad, endless.
Sing the eternal pain of lovesickness
The night is dim, it is difficult to sleep, the flute is cold and the dream is round. ...
What is poetry sketch? It takes poetry as the carrier, and on the basis of accurate understanding of its connotation, it uses rich associations and expressive language to expand concise poems into intensive prose and describe one poem after another as exquisite freehand brushwork. It is fresh, natural, quiet and profound, giving people a simple "beauty" far away from the world, and reappearing the artistic conception, charm and image of classical poetry in the form of prose culture. At present, the novel writing style of "Poem Essays" has aroused extensive interest and concern of classical literature lovers. It is necessary to explain that the "sketches" circulating in the literary world at present are mostly described by poems written by ancient people, especially famous masters. The following two poems are "original" works I created in different periods. I tried to cross the frosty river and find the initial peace in the depths of my soul through "sketching". ?