A poem describing nostalgia

Chen Ziang Youzhou Tower

Where were those lost times before me? ,

Behind me, where is the next generation? .

I think of heaven and earth, with no limit and no end.

I was alone, and my tears fell!

"Like a dream, the rain blew suddenly last night." Li Qingzhao

Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.

Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.

Ask the shutter man,

However, Haitang remains the same.

You know what? You know what?

It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Although the tortoise is alive, Cao Cao

Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time.

A poisonous snake flew in the fog and was finally covered with dust.

The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles;

The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.

The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky;

Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.

Fortunately, even! Sing with ambition.

Drinking the bright moon alone (one of the four songs) Li Bai

Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.

Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.

The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.

I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.

The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.

Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.

I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.