Today last year, in this door, people's faces were covered with flowers. I don't know where to go, but the peach blossom in the spring breeze still smiles.
The swing inside the wall laughs outside the wall, the beauty inside the wall laughs outside the wall, and the laughter fades away, but the affection is ruthless.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me.
I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Become a butterfly, look for flowers every night and live in the grass.
You walk, walk, walk all the time, thus separating your life from mine. Since then, you and I have traveled thousands of miles, I am in heaven, and you are in heaven.
It's a long way to Xiu Yuan, and it will be safe. North Malaysia is still attached to the north wind, south birds fly north, and nest in the south branch.
The longer they are apart, the wider they become and the thinner they become. Wandering clouds cover the sun, and wanderers are reluctant to return in foreign countries.
Just because I want you to age me, another year will soon end. There are many other things to say, just wish you take care of yourself and don't be hungry and cold.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, the desolation of nowhere to talk.
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no.
Spring is still the same, people are empty and thin, and tears are red.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books.
Momomo.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sorrow will last forever (see the whole poem)
Peacock flies southeast and wanders for five miles (see full poem)
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Ask what love is in the world and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You should have a saying, Wan Li's cloud, Qian Shan's snow, only to whom.
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
There is no mausoleum in the mountains, the river is exhausted, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are in harmony can we dare to be with you!
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..