"Look, the lock in the mirror on the high building is so cute. It is still as black as silk in the morning and turns into snow at night" comes from the second paragraph of the ancient poem "Into the wine" written by Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem is as follows:
Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?
Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng can drink and drink endlessly.
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? I hope I will never wake up.
Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Wu, Qiu,
Give them to the boy in exchange for wine and share your sorrow forever.
I fell in love with you at first sight, which is the most beautiful encounter in my life.
Making a promise with you is the most eternal scenery in my plain years.
I've always wanted to say that wherever I go, the place I want to go most is by your side.
May we love each other until the end of time.
I believe we can wait for our hair to turn gray together.
You are here, I am here, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.
Not too gorgeous, only one sentence I like you, but it can make each other care.
Honey, you know, even though I'm black and blue, I still have the strength to love you.
Some people only look at you, but they affect your life.
Life is like wrapping jiaozi. No matter what stuffing you are, I will wrap you tightly in my heart. No matter how the boiled water of life is cooked, my love for you will never fade!
How many people have been hurt by love, how many people's hearts have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings have been hurt, how many memories have been lost, and how many memories have been lost. Even if a moth puts out the fire, it still doesn't hesitate. They only look at love and hurt themselves, but they can't end their lives. They shed a lot of spoony tears, drank a glass of turbid wine and tasted how much ordinary love! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life!
"My eyes are raining for her, but my heart is holding an umbrella for her. This is love.
"In your life, at least once, you forgot yourself for whom.
I really like you. Please believe me. Let the tide of love come closer to us bit by bit. No matter how big the storm is, I will be by your side to shelter you from the wind and rain.
I want to love someone, that is, the determination to abandon everything and only be with her.
Love, without reason, is because of the throb of the heart, affection, no excuse, a thousand times looking back.
Even if the world disappears, my love for you is still there.
Put that oath gently on your finger and the two of them will be together forever.
A growth is just a fall, and only the old times bring us happiness.
Love is simple: one you, single-minded.
The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you.
Kiss, open your hand, and let love stay here.
With calm love, I will accompany you to see the fleeting scenery.
Although you are not the best, you are the only one I love.
I am willing to exchange 10,000 cycles for you and me forever.
You are forever, no matter how long, no matter how far, I will always love you. The oath of love will always be with you and me.
Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I never forgot your face again.
Put you in my heart, close my hand and silently pray that God will guide me, not for eternity, but for being by your side.
Thinking about you is something I don't have to think about every day. As time goes by, you remain in my heart.
Although there are many flowers, there are no duplicates. I hope you are my destiny takes a hand.
There are many people who like you and don't lack me, but I love very few people, only you!
No matter how the years change, my love for you has never changed!
Just for one person, all my life, the ends of the earth, I only wish you peace!
As long as I am with you, there is nothing I don't want to do. Let me protect you forever!
We are all unique, let's get to know each other by destiny, and let's spend our lives together with love!
On that day, you were the end of the world and I was the cape, in pairs. At that time, you were the bright moon, and I was the clear spring, which I cared about all my life.
Love you every day, love you all the time, miss you all the time, miss you every minute. May God help us through this life!
I have no time to participate in your past, and I will accompany you to the end in your future!
I will wait for you in spring. As the mountains and rivers promised, if you look up and see clouds floating in the sky that day, it will be the most beautiful meeting in our life.
Three points of the world, for whom to fight, now that I have pointed my finger at the end of the world, I just want to caress the piano for you, and I have no worries from now on!
At that time, on the West Lake, you played for the Iraqi people, and the Iraqi people danced for you, and you couldn't play all the love in your last life. The blue butterfly was drunk among the flowers and walked around the world hand in hand.
Waiting for the change of bloom's dying years, my love for you has never changed!
The love of a lifetime is only for Iraqis!
Do you know you are my favorite person? It is not impossible to go through fire and water for you. I have never loved you so much. When I met you, I felt I was the luckiest person!
Among thousands of people, you and I met for the first time and bloomed in that golden year and season; On that sunny and flowing day, you and I knew each other; When Xia Feng looked at the stars tenderly side by side, you and I fell in love.
3. The poem describing hair is 1. Mountains overlap and gold disappears, and clouds want to smell snow. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash. (Wen Tingjun)
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. (Du Fu)
3. The water attracts the eyes, and the mountains gather the eyebrows. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining. (You may need a sentence)
4. The temples are like dark clouds, and the hands are like sharp bamboo shoots. Obviously, the cardamom is still fragrant, and it is suspected that the peach blossoms are just beginning to bloom.
5. Rollo is long and short, and the green temples are not low. Long eyebrows and a jade-like face, and a fine gauze on her wrist.
6. Holding the dark clouds and bending the crescent moon; Muscles are as cold as snow, and the face is lined with the morning glow.
7. stand out. I woke up tired of embroidery. What a good pulse, it dries up before dawn and clings like a willow.
8. Clouds lightly comb cicadas, moths lightly brush spring mountains.
9. The sideburns hold Qingyun to bully indigo, and the eyebrows are like knives.
10. Browse tender willows in early spring; Sweet muscles flapping on the moon, green temples loose Chu Yun cave.
1 1. The eyebrows are dizzy and beautiful, and the two crows paint fragrant clouds.
4. Poems describing "hair" What are the poems describing "hair": 1? "Song of Autumn Pu" Tang Li Bai's white hair is three thousands of feet, and his sorrow is like a long beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. 2. "Nan Ge Zi Lie How Low Comb Bun" Tang Wen Ting "Cloud Lie How Low Comb Bun", Lian Juan scanned her eyebrows.
I have been thinking about you all day. Tired to death is king, when bloom.
3. Unknown temples are like dark clouds, and their hands are like sharp bamboo shoots. Obviously, cardamom is still fragrant, and it is like the beginning of peach.
4. "Moonlight Night" Don Dufu is far away in Fuzhou. She is watching the moonlight, alone from the bedroom window. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
5. "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" Song Sushi's return to a river, a romantic figure through the ages. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
1. autumn song translation: white hair is long because of sad mood. I wonder who is the white-haired man in the mirror? Appreciation: Autumn frost is white, representing its white hair. Seemingly repetitive but not repetitive. There is a sad and haggard emotional color that transcends the word "white" of white hair.
"I don't know" in the previous sentence is not really unknown, nor is it because I don't know that I asked "where". These two sentences are not questions, but angry words and bitter words.
Poetic eyes are on the word "de" in the next sentence. Where did you get so worried? The word "de" goes straight to the exclusion and oppression suffered by the poet for half his life; I don't know why I'm worried about my white hair and autumn frost on my temples. I feel it personally! Li Bai has the ambition of "striving for his talents, willing to help him" and the ideal of "making the atlas area big and the sea county clear" (see Dai Shoushan's Answer to Meng Shaofu's Book for details). Despite his repeated setbacks, his ambition is not fade away.
When he wrote this poem, he was already in his fifties, and his ambition had not been realized. When he was old, he had to suffer doubly. Then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and a solitary chant of "Three thousands of feet with White Hair" occurred, which made the world's future generations know their grief and indignation, and the legendary sentence is a must.
2. Translation of "How low is the comb bun in the South Geziwo": At this time, the heroine naturally misses her lover more strongly, and it is no wonder that she is "tired for the king". The "haggard" woman's face was once set off by the poet with "flowers", which formed a strong contrast: the beautiful woman's face was haggard day by day by acacia, flower of life withered and withered, and the flowers of nature bloomed everywhere, conveying a vibrant spring.
Appreciation: This poem about love in a boudoir is about the unforgettable thoughts of a boudoir woman for her lover. The words are short and pithy, but the deep and delicate love of women is extremely profound and exciting.
3. Anonymous translation: sideburns are like dark clouds, hands are like pointed bamboo shoots, and cardamom is still fragrant, like the beginning of peach. The sideburns are like dark clouds, the hands are like pointed bamboo shoots, and the "cardamom" is still fragrant, like a peach blossom.
Appreciation: The whole poem describes the state of women's hair and hands in a beautiful style. Expressed the poet's deep affection for his lover.
The moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round tonight. If you miss your wife, you can only watch it alone. Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing? Hazy, perhaps wet his wife's sideburns; The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife.
When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? It is a certain moonlight, let the moonlight dry our tears silently.
Appreciation: The poem is unique, which means that by imagining the scene that his wife misses him, the poet shows his feelings of missing his wife more deeply, and also expresses his desire for a happy reunion after the war has subsided. 5. The translation of Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia: river of no return, the surging waves wash away all the heroes of the ages.
To the west of Laoying, people say it was the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu fought fiercely in the Three Kingdoms. Steep stone walls soar into the sky, and thunderous waves beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to have rolled up thousands of accumulated snow.
The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time. Looking back at Zhou Yu's spring breeze, Qiao, a peerless beauty, just married him, full of heroic spirit.
Wearing a nylon scarf, the hand-rocking feather fan was talking and laughing, and the battleship of the strong enemy burned to ashes. Today, I wandered in the battlefield of that year, laughing at my sentimentality and premature delivery of white hair.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay homage to the bright moon on the river. Appreciation: On the whole, the word is magnificent in weather, rich in style and singing high into the clouds, and its grand realm is unprecedented.
The whole article is carefully chosen, but it is also lined with harmonious sentences. Handsome generals and young beautiful women set each other off as an interest, and the thoughts of lofty sentiments and super-broad feelings overlap and turn, making the village harmonious and straight. Especially for the first time, he created a hero image with unprecedented boldness of vision and artistic strength, revealed the author's feelings of being willing to serve the country and being willing to pay, and opened up a new way to express important social themes with ci, which had great influence.
According to Yu Wenbao's record of blowing swords, some people thought that this word must have been sung by a big man from Kansai with a copper pipa and an iron rake. Although they are limited by traditional ideas, they can't help sneering at the new style of Dongpo's ci, but on the other hand, it also shows that the appearance of this word has really had a deafening impact on the ci circle in the Northern Song Dynasty, where the lingering sound is still prevalent.
5. Long hair love ancient prose description is too long to add one point, too short to subtract one point; Zhu Shi is too red and too pink.
The clouds are soaked in ink, and the chicken hair is flying.
Cloud sleeves gently move butterfly dance, slender waist slowly twist silk sash.
When she moves, the clouds of her hair, the petals of her cheeks, the golden ripples of her crown,
The mountains overlap, the golden light disappears, and the clouds on the temples want to smell the snow on their cheeks. Too lazy to draw moths and eyebrows, too late to make up and wash. I looked at the front and back mirrors of the flowers, and the flowers were facing the flowers. The newly embroidered giggles are all golden partridges.
My Fair Lady, a gentleman is eager to find. Who is cuter than her? However, she lives alone in an empty valley. I have a bun on my head and a bright moon in my ear; When Monkey saw Luo Fu, he brushed his mustache. When the teenager saw Luo Fu, he took off his hat and put on his hoe. The tiller forgot his plow and the hoe forgot his hoe. Come to complain, but sit and watch Luo Fu.
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6. Seek poems that describe hair and express thoughts. First, "Qiupu Song" Tang Libai
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Analysis: White hair is long because of sad mood. I wonder who is the white-haired man in the mirror?
Second, "South Plaid, how low to lie and comb the bun" Ting Yun, Tang Wen
I fell into a low comb bun and Lianjuan brushed her eyebrows. I have been thinking about you all day. Tired to death is king, when bloom.
Analysis: At this time, the heroine naturally misses her lover more strongly. No wonder she "worked hard for the king". The "haggard and tired" woman's appearance, once set off by the poet's "bloom time", forms a strong contrast.
Third, "Moonlit Night" Tang Du Fu
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room. For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight. When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Analysis: Tonight, the moon in Zhangzhou must be equally clear and round. If you miss your wife, you can only watch it alone. Poor little child, how can you feel the sadness of missing? Hazy, maybe wet his wife's sideburns.
The cold moonlight should reflect the cold jade arm of his wife. When can we meet again and enjoy the moon by leaning against the thin curtain? It is a certain moonlight, let the moonlight dry our tears silently.
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Appreciation of Song of Autumn Pu;
Autumn frost is white, representing its white hair. Seemingly repetitive but not repetitive, there is a sad and haggard emotional color that transcends the word "white" of white hair. "I don't know" in the previous sentence is not really unknown, nor is it because I don't know that I asked "where". These two sentences are not questions, but angry words and bitter words.
Poetic eyes are on the word "de" in the next sentence. Where did you get so worried? The word "de" goes straight to the exclusion and oppression suffered by the poet for half his life; I don't know why I'm worried about my white hair and autumn frost on my temples. I feel it personally! Li Bai has the ambition of "fighting for his ambition and being ready to help others".
There is an ideal of "the atlas is large and the sea county is bright" (see Dai Shoushan's Answer to Meng Shaofu's Transfer Document for the whole). Despite repeated setbacks, his ambition never died out. When he wrote this poem, he was already in his fifties, and his ambition had not been realized. When he was old, he had to suffer doubly.
Then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and a solitary chant of "Three thousands of feet with White Hair" occurred, which made the world's future generations know their grief and indignation, and the legendary sentence is a must.
7. Xu Zhimo's poem "Hai Yun" describing women's hair
one
"Girl, single girls,
Why do you want to stay?
The seaside at dusk? ——
Girl, go home, girl! "
"Oh no; I'm not going home,
I love the night wind: "—
On the beach, in the twilight,
There was a girl who sent-
Wander, wander.
two
"Girl, send the girl out,
Why are you hesitating?
In this desolate sea?
Girl, go home, girl! "
"Oh no; You listen to me sing,
Sea, I sing, you come here: "-
Under the starlight, in the cool wind,
Gently swinging a girl's voiceless voice-
Sing high, sing low.
three
"Girl, bold girl!
There was a shady day,
In an instant, there was an evil storm-
Girl, go home, girl! "
"Oh no; Watch me dance in the air,
Learn from seagulls. Is it Haibo: "-
At night, on the beach,
Spinning a slim figure-
Dance, dance.
four
"Listen, the anger of the sea,
Go home, girl!
Look, the sea is fluctuating like a wild animal.
Girl, go home, girl! "
"Oh no; Haibo, he won't swallow me,
I like the turbulence of the sea! "
In the tides, in the waves,
Ah, a flustered girl is in Harmo.
Waste of time, waste of time.
five
"Girl, where, girl?
Where's your loud voice?
Where is your graceful figure?
Where, ah, brave girl? "
The night swallowed the starlight,
There is no light at this seaside;
The tide swallowed up the beach,
There are no more girls on the beach,-
There are no more girls! This poem was published in August 1925' s Morning News.
This is a cowardly world (1). This is a cowardly world: no love, no love! Loosen your hair and show your feet; Come with me, my love, abandon this world and die for our love! I hold your hand, love, you follow me; Let thorns pierce our feet, let hail break our heads, you follow me, I will hold your hand, escape from the cage and restore our freedom! Come with me, dear! The world has fallen on our backs-look, isn't this a white sea? White sea, white sea, infinite freedom, I fell in love with you! Follow my finger, there is a little star in the blue that day-it is an island with grass, flowers, beautiful animals and birds; Get on this canoe and go to the ideal heaven-love, joy and freedom-and bid farewell to this world forever! (1) written in1February, 925, published in an unknown newspaper.
What is given to Japanese girls is the gentleness of bowing their heads, like the shyness of hibiscus out of water, saying treasure, saying treasure, and there is sweet sorrow in that treasure-Shianna La! ① 1924 was written during Tagore's visit to Japan in May.
8. Can you tell me the poem about hair? A man's hair-national affairs, family affairs, world affairs "I stroked my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. "
-Du Fu's Affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, Early Birth and Prosperity-Su Dongpo's What a pity to forget what's going on in the world! "-Xin Qiji, since the world can never answer our desire to be a brightly lit boat-Li Bai is not idle, and the young man's head is white with sorrow-Yue Fei's" Man Jiang Hong "jade pot is green, why not sell wine? -Li Bai's "Unequal Wine", a mirror on a shelf, black in the morning and snowy in the night.
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! ! -Li Bai's "Come into the Wine" Spring breeze will rest upstairs. Who can look at sad hair in the mirror? -Li Bai's "Yi Dao" apes make white hair, both long and short.
-Li Bai's "Song of Autumn Pu" was not calm, and it was useless to sigh with white hair. -Li Bai's "There is a toast before two songs", who can close the book, Bai Shoutai Xuan Jing.
-Li Bai's "Chivalry" In the morning, she saw the change of her hair cloud in the mirror, but she dared to sing the cold moonlight in her evening. -Li Shangyin has no title, the pear garden plays with white hair, and the eunuch in Jiaoyuan has fine eyes; .
-Bai Juyi's "Song of Eternal Sorrow" drifted to the old country, affectionate Ying Xiao Wo, and early birth. -Su Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" left home when he was young, and his local accent has not changed.
-How "The Return of the Native" White-haired Fishermen are used to the autumn moon-Yang Shen's "Linjiang Fairy" has a yellow hair and enjoys himself. -Tao Yuanming's "Peach Blossom Garden" Li Bai's poem: White hair and three thousands of feet, sorrow is like a long beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
"Into the Wine" also says, "You can't see how the water of the Yellow River goes out of the sky and into the sea, never to return. You can't see how lovely it is locked in a bright mirror in a high room. Although it is silky black in the morning and turns into snow at night, you need to be happy. When you are proud of your life, never empty his golden cup to the moon! "The ancient peasant uprising said," Hair is like leek, and if you cut it back, it will kill you. If you cut your head back, you don't have to be afraid of being an official. Wang Can is never light.
Li Bai's poem "Seventeen Qiupu Songs with 3,000 white hairs (Part 15)", with 3,000 white hairs, is it like a song of everlasting regret? I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror! This is a poem expressing anger. With unrestrained passion and romantic artistic techniques, the poet created the image of "self", gave vent to deep resentment and depression, and exerted a strong and touching artistic power.
"White hair and three thousands of feet, the fate seems long?" Split the air, such as spring tide rushing, such as volcanic eruption, shocking. It is really incomprehensible to look at the phrase "three thousands of feet with white hair". How can white hair "three thousands of feet"? When I read the next sentence, "Sorrow is like a beard", I suddenly understood that the original white hair "Three thousands of feet" was born of sorrow and grew up because of sorrow! Worry gives birth to white hair, but people are aware of it, but it is three times as long as thousands of feet. How many deep worries should there be? The fateful weight of ten words falls on one word "sadness".
Writing sadness is incredible! Fantasy strange sentences can't help but make people marvel at the poet's boldness of vision and pen power. There are many sad examples in classical poetry.
Luo Dajing, a poet in the Song Dynasty, wrote in "Jade Dew in the Crane Forest": "Some poets use mountains as a metaphor for their worries, and Du Shaoling said,' Worry comes like a mountain (according to newspapers and periodicals, it is regarded as' Qi finally goes south'), and it is impossible to shovel holes'; Some people use water as a metaphor for sadness. Li Qiyun said,' Please measure the water in the East China Sea and look at the shallow and deep sorrow'. " Li Bai found a new way to describe the depth of sorrow with the length of "white hair and three thousands of feet", which is "particularly novel" and "prosperity is more meaningful than China" (ibid.).
People will not only take the poet's unreasonable troubles seriously, but will sincerely appreciate this unnatural and popular strange sentence and feel sympathy for the poet's sigh. People see the white hair on their heads and its length because they look in the mirror.
The first two sentences are hidden in the mirror, and three or four sentences clearly say: "I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror!" " Autumn frost is white, representing its white hair. Seemingly repetitive but not repetitive, there is a sad and haggard emotional color that transcends the word "white" of white hair. "I don't know" in the previous sentence is not really unknown, nor is it because I don't know that I asked "where".
These two sentences are not questions, but angry words and bitter words. Poetic eyes are on the word "de" in the next sentence.
Where did you get so worried? The word "de" goes straight to the exclusion and oppression suffered by the poet for half his life; I don't know why I'm worried about my white hair and autumn frost on my temples. I feel it personally! Li Bai has the ambition of "bravely competing for his talents and willing to help him" and the ideal of "making the atlas area big and the sea county clear" (see Dai Shoushan's answer to Meng Shaofu's book). Despite his repeated setbacks, his ambition is not fade away. When he wrote this poem, he was already in his fifties, and his ambition was unfulfilled. How could he not be doubly miserable when he was old! Then, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and a solitary chant of "Three thousands of feet with White Hair" occurred, which made the world's future generations know their grief and indignation, and the legendary sentence is a must.
Women's hair-always in my heart, spring worries are clouds on the windows and yellow decals on the mirrors (Mulan words). It is so high in the city. Fang Gao is late (the source of ancient poetry). I used not to comb my hair, and my hair was covered by my shoulders. Where can we not pity the bun of the bag and put it on the loose arm? It is better to make the light makeup of lead porcelain into a red wedding green fog cover, light hair and hairspring. It's better not to know each other when we meet, but it's best to just look at the verbs that describe combing hair: Wan, Tie, Wan, and all kinds of bun: Panluo bun, Qiu Chan bun, Wonuo bun, Fuyun bun, Feng Fei bun ... so many beautiful names, which record a lot of annoying feelings.
No wonder ancient literati advanced and retreated in the mood of "reading Taoist books casually and combing their hair under the crystal curtain". Even if she is as brave as Mulan, she has done a lot in the army on behalf of her father 12 years. The first task when she returns home is to "be a window manager and paint the mirror yellow", not to mention those gentle and lovely women. When their lover leaves, they will carefully cut off a lock of hair and let him take it away.
Moreover, after parting from you, they gave up on themselves so spontaneously: "From the east of my uncle, I am like a flying canopy;" Without ointment, who is suitable for it? "People who like themselves are not around, even their hair is messy, and they are too lazy to comb. My son said Sichuan, and the deceased was like a husband.
Samuel, a foreign writer, said: Youth is not a period of time, but a state of mind. From the heart to the heart, the ancients did, and I wonder if today's people are among them.
Untitled Li Shangyin looked in the mirror in the morning and saw her hair cloud changing, but she bravely faced the cold of moonlight with her evening songs. After the ancient palace, the first emperor Du Mu went away and didn't return, and Hongyun was heartbroken.
Bai Juyi, a song of everlasting regret, is half asleep, and the corolla is not complete.