It consists of fifteen "sonnets", the first fourteen of which are authentic, that is, the last line of each poem is the first line of the next one, and the fifteenth one is all composed of the first lines of the first fourteen poems. epitaph
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I will stand on the high mountain.
Tell the world the happiest thing.
Those black, green or transparent stones
Please keep your eyes open.
Still naughty and excited duckweed
Can you slow down your dance steps again?
Please let the breeze calm for a while.
Don't disturb the sound this time.
And the cold tears left by sweeping the grave.
Old garlands and incense ashes
Please stand still.
Re-pretend a sadness or memory.
If you can't play sad anymore, you might as well.
Appreciate places that are never far away.
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Appreciate places that are never far away.
Maybe it will be fresh.
Maybe I heard something.
Relatives must be singing in the tomb.
In a place you haven't been to.
You probably never thought about it.
Its beauty is really incomparable.
It's like going back to another new home in my dream.
You won't doubt it.
Because no one has come from here yet
Escape to another heaven
Heaven is more desolate than here.
Only the people in the grave know how to cherish it.
What is beauty and what is magnificence?
three
What is beauty and what is magnificence?
This is a simple truth.
This truth is in another world.
It is a philosophy that everyone knows.
You may not believe me for a while.
But it's only a matter of time.
Just a little weak.
Because it belongs to our secret.
Let's just put this confusion aside.
Next year, I will naturally make it clear.
"So ... haha, it's so simple."
It's only time that is complicated.
While it's still alive.
Put the world in your eyes.
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Put the world in your eyes.
Remember every happiness.
And pain or hatred
Until the world disappears
Now you have enough time.
Experience happiness, pain and hatred
Exchange coins for kindness and glory.
Until you are replaced by someone else.
You don't know what dignity is.
Your exchange is not worth talking about.
You haven't really seen it.
Happiness that makes the gods move.
Do you remember?
The river I crossed when I came.
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The river I crossed when I came.
I left a lot of things behind
Although it is hard for you to give up.
The greed pursued in the world
You can't bring anything in.
Because everything is different.
How limited your income is.
What I have is forever.
You should also see the river.
That newly grown red lotus.
It has my signature on it.
As if one day at dusk.
Have you noticed its wrinkles?
Blue waves are covered with brocade scales.
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Blue waves are covered with brocade scales.
This is the pain I left behind.
I turned it into a beautiful appearance.
Let people remember, not forget.
Because I know your hearts too well.
For ordinary people, it is always like a passing cloud.
Your interests are only varied.
Among the things that can stimulate greed
So I played this joke.
Let red-violet be the protagonist in it.
But this time it's really not just
This is a joke. Very serious, very serious.
Don't believe it? Look behind you.
The sheep stopped and lowered its head.
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The sheep stopped and lowered its head.
Just like philosophers are studying
Many dead sages.
It's all so beautiful now.
Found a proposition that I never thought of.
It's their pleasure.
They will never regret it.
Cause and effect or deduction this time
Unlike previous reasoning
Encountered sophistry and attacks from peers.
Finally, it's as boring as the conclusion.
Tears have become an authentic tonic.
Listen, listen ... It's on the branch.
The birds were soaked in hoarse voices.
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The birds were soaked in hoarse voices.
The song turned into pieces of white clouds and floated away.
All that's left is dark clouds that make rain.
Waiting for the end of the symphony of destiny
This passage I asked you to listen to
I command these birds.
No chord accompaniment is needed.
Your heartbeat is the rhythm.
I exerted a lot of invisible pressure.
Quietly hidden in your concentration
Of course you didn't feel it.
I am picking white flowers from my chest.
Then give each other some melancholy.
It seems that I have become sad.
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It seems that I have become sad.
How scared I should be.
Living will never bring you happiness.
After death, there was another clear and broken rain.
This is my sincere expression.
Believe it or not.
Or its triviality
Mistakes that flash past
I suddenly couldn't help looking at it with bitterness.
That happy face when I said I cherish it.
Than the first night.
Emit more light.
Honesty lies in the comfort after parting.
The dew on the adjacent grass is desolate.
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The dew on the adjacent grass is desolate.
Whose heart is damp and dark?
I can't hear the familiar smiles around me.
Strange manor makes me dance.
It's like going back to the winter world.
Sitting around the same stove again
Your eyes and mine look at each other.
A dark and beautiful deep lake
This is another idea.
In a place that will be forgotten.
I am bored.
Use it as an excuse for boredom.
Alas, it is this memory that bothers me.
The hard stone sighed.
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The hard stone sighed.
This kind of exclamation will be unparalleled.
Even the ancients before me
There will never be such spirit.
Their sigh is a burden.
I still can't get rid of the pain.
Sometimes I am immersed in love.
Drunk and sober world
Not to mention their sighs.
All soaked in murder wine.
Even take it to the grave.
The grave is also full of fog.
Wine Weng, I take the liberty to ask you
Leave me alone for the rest of my life.
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Leave me alone for the rest of my life.
You also listen to my layman's truth.
Even through the chrysanthemums in the country
Pain will sprout in silence.
What's so great about poets?
Nothing but rhyming skills.
Put those tears and vagrancy
Decorate as an art.
And the legendary clock chasing ghosts.
Like countless copied roasted shellfish.
Hide behind the shabby courtyard gate
Pretend invincible
"Why do you want to attach the dead?"
I said, please raise these heads.
13
I said, please raise these heads.
The sun is still high above your head.
Wind and rain will come with the seasons.
Life needs a big house.
You must change money.
Continue the feelings established between us.
Because the world is indivisible.
The troubles of money on life.
Never liked me here.
Too relaxed to lose memory.
Mei ri Qin Li qi painting and calligraphy
Or watch the sunset that day.
This is exactly one of my journeys.
I won't stop.
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I won't stop.
I still have a long way to go.
This five-color wreath of mine
This was taken from your noisy backyard.
I found many flowers in full bloom.
Radiate the brilliance of life.
Even failed ancient lilacs.
Also grew new wings.
I saw it in your window, too
There is a delicate hydrangea.
A few touching flower buds
Like your old smile
Sing a song when you are lonely.
I will stand on the high mountain.
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I will stand on the high mountain.
Appreciate places that are never far away.
What is beauty and what is magnificence?
Put the world in your eyes.
The river I crossed when I came.
Blue waves are covered with brocade scales.
The sheep stopped and lowered its head.
The birds were soaked in hoarse voices.
It seems that I have become sad.
The dew on the adjacent grass is desolate.
The hard stone sighed.
Leave me alone for the rest of my life.
I said, please raise these heads.
I am not the song of Qiu Ju.
0 1 living in Zou Qian
Listen to a fairy playing the flute and play the joys and sorrows of the season.
The fairies in Yuen Long danced very well for nine days.
Flower gods take turns sending flowers to the world of mortals.
Let them spread a happy marriage to the world.
Snow-capped winter, pure plum blossoms and beloved people.
The orchid meets the spring breeze, and the soul mates.
In midsummer, the lotus leaves the clear water to marry the pond weir.
Only the chrysanthemum is arrogant and rushes to autumn.
There are sad and angry songs, distributing songs on the banks of the Ze River.
Of all the beautiful herbs, he likes this chrysanthemum best.
Ling Tao lived in seclusion and sang in the quiet countryside.
Picking chrysanthemums under Nanshan Mountain is a yearning for nature.
Some great Zhai people are looking forward to this autumn night.
Watching some stars fall into the silver courtyard.
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Watching some stars fall into the silver courtyard.
The silent oriental hedge is full of memories in the darkness.
Thin lotus flowers bid farewell to aging willow trees.
The heat gave way to clear autumn.
Don't forget the guests who arrived as scheduled.
Let Goya immerse himself in the joy of last year.
Pick up the phonology of acacia to find the past.
Not far away. It's beside our sentimental pen.
Spend a year exploring her fragrant message.
My elegant figure is hidden in the lonely mountains.
The long river of memory has returned to the dim hope.
Infatuated thoughts practice lingering in dreams.
Chongyang, Chongyang, invite us to meet again
Zephyr yo Zephyr yo brought her invitation.
Interview with Chrysanthemum in 2003
Zephyr yo Zephyr yo brought her invitation.
Climbing mountains and mountains, traveling around, visiting and returning guests, I am in high spirits.
The reunion after such a long separation deepened our feelings.
The beautiful shadow beside the hedge lingered under the moon for a long time.
Sparse branches are swaying in the silver light.
Proud buds are smiling against the cold.
I am here, you are here, treat us as partners.
What a clear and cloudless autumn day.
Full of feelings is still like a deep pool in autumn.
After a brief encounter, you can ignore the distance.
You showed me pages of gorgeous manuscripts.
I ask you for the source of spiritual thoughts.
The smell of attack pervaded the holy book box.
The goddess of clear autumn gave me pure poems.
04 chrysanthemum planting
The goddess of clear autumn gave me pure poems.
What a lovely artistic conception and rhythm.
Send the west wind and autumn sun to welcome her happy housewarming.
Put her brand-new home on a three-meter balcony.
Hard work and concern for her standing by the fence
He looked back out of the window and talked to me.
Timely watering drove away her naive smile.
Here, the mood, time and meaning are more beautiful.
When night falls, put down the hoe and fill the glass.
Pour a few cups at a time, so smug.
Can solve the problem of wine talk, Mid-Autumn Festival is gentle.
Clinking glasses in the twilight, I talked with her heartily.
The balcony can't compare with the hedge garden under the south mountain.
It is also a small secluded taoyuan.
Chrysanthemum face
It is also a small secluded taoyuan.
The East Fence is covered with golden petals.
Rational thinking dissolves the bitterness in the chest.
The connection of the mind depends on this involvement.
The stretched branches hold the clothes affectionately.
The soft soil meekly turned into a cushion.
Let's sit in the flower bed far away from the noise.
During the conversation, I melted and froze, thinking about you all winter.
Dewdrops in the frost leaves on the branches have gone and come back countless times.
There will be endless sadness and regret in the world.
Every meeting always feels that time is too short.
That song of high mountains and flowing water only flicks to you.
Take a sip of fragrant tea and pray for the same wish.
Laughter is an endless cold threat to the world.
06 chrysanthemum bottle supply
Laughter is an endless cold threat to the world.
A loyal friend * * * has tasted the bitterness of that world.
Fold a wisp of fragrance for my elegant window
The clear water in the bottle lifted her shy face
Iraq, which Iraq, which Iraq, is all a phantom.
It becomes flat and even, and it is integrated with poetry.
Hermit, which hermit, which has long been difficult to make.
Formed a destiny takes a hand relationship.
Beautiful moonlight is our faithful witness.
The same dream, arranged with good wishes.
Let's go sightseeing under clear skies in Wan Li tomorrow.
The same blue sky sheltered the palace of love.
Accompanied by day and night in this vows of eternal love
Pass on the love of concubines to each other in this world
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Pass on the love of concubines to each other in this world
Who cares if there are swords and arrows lurking in the world?
Let the west wind bring fresh charm to Yuen Long.
Brew a poem like pure wine and roll like a spring.
This garden is a big new poetry magazine.
There is a column, in which couples are singing.
Branches and leaves are a rich string of words.
Let me send them at will in the frost and dew.
Sing heroic songs and beautiful hymns
Play slow flute and rapid strings.
Who can say that the road to life is hard to find?
A cluster of dark flowers is my forever traveling companion.
My forever traveling companion accompanies me year after year.
Forever and ever.
Pictures of chrysanthemum flowers
Forever and ever.
She is still as charming and clever as before.
Qian Qian sang ten thousand poems to her, and she was deeply moved.
Draw a portrait and leave it on white paper.
Spread out the rice paper and call in your heart intently.
Calling for the spiritual spring of fleeting creation
Black ink blends into a beautiful flower appearance.
The swaying pen shadow aroused the frost in the garden.
The heavy rain fell silently in front of the flowers
It keeps falling and never stops.
The gale came before you knew it.
It blows and blows and never converges.
Hang a piece of paper full of autumn on the white wall.
Stand proudly in the sunset and become an eternal classic
The problem of chrysanthemum
Stand proudly in the sunset and become an eternal classic
It is inevitable that there will be a lingering in my sleep.
Startled by the west wind, I hurried to the garden to have a look.
Ask her why she can't sleep at night.
Tears all over the branches reveal the sadness of late autumn.
Ask Fang Qing why she is so depressed.
Thin figure in the yard at night.
Please ask Fang Qing to blame me for coming late and walking slowly.
The enchanting heart attracts the flattering peony.
Ask Fang Qing why she is not wary of jealousy.
Sincere herbs are accompanied by holy plum blossoms.
Ask Fang Qing, but miss them deeply.
Let's cherish this beautiful Guang Chen.
The question of autumn was answered by spring.
10 chrysanthemum hairpin
The question of autumn was answered by spring.
In my spare time, I am busy folding flowers, tying my hair on my temples and talking about beauty.
When you ask about the geometry of life, you can laugh like this.
Xiao Du's beautiful sentences convey ancient proverbs.
There is a house on the other side of the South Mountain at dusk.
The west wind rolled up the disappearing curtains.
She just walked slowly out of Yu Shu's words.
The yellow flowers on the headdress are charming when they smile.
My urine cap can't cover the flower shadow on my head.
I use a head full of cream to accompany the fleeting time of flowers.
How many people can really appreciate this elegant taste?
No wonder all the crazy people in the world laugh at me for being crazy.
See Nanshan leisurely and see philosophical minerals.
I picked up my devout faith under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums.
1 1 Clear Shadow of Chrysanthemum
I picked up my devout faith under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums.
The moonlight flowed through the young leaves like water.
The scenery in late autumn is so charming.
Because it has a different scenic spot from spring.
The quiet path is full of fragrant flowers.
Severe autumn frost dripped delicate buds.
Where did the jade man who was waiting for the moon in the west wing go?
It's time for a date
Go back to the pillow and chase after the spirit.
When I woke up, I made the old world reappear for a long time.
Look for traces by the hedge at dawn.
Without the shadow of the moon, there is only a hazy garden.
The falling moon took away the photos taken by the God of Autumn.
I planted that erotic shadow in a clear heart.
12 Chrysanthemum Dream
I planted that erotic shadow in a clear heart.
The scenery of Nanshan adds rain or shine to the changes.
I was intoxicated by the faint moonlight outside the window.
Wake up under the moon, and the dream is clear.
I remembered the hotel where Lv Sheng had been lying in Handan.
I actually realized the joys and sorrows of life from my dream.
I remembered Ling Tao wandering alone in the sunset.
I found my dream girl among the flowers.
I entered a chaotic dream with fragrance.
Pick up a few petals and order tomorrow's flowers.
I rhyme and fly in the clouds.
Cut some rosy clouds to decorate the garden in my poem.
Put away the chrysanthemum dream and write a true story of flowers.
Live up to the infatuation of the god of autumn.
13 chrysanthemum fragments
Live up to the infatuation of the god of autumn.
How can I bear to watch the cold winter approaching my warm home?
The most melancholy beauty when the branches are broken and the leaves are falling is now old.
Although clear autumn is far away, it is just outside the clouds.
The rest of the dead core doesn't want to turn around coldly.
Changing herbal tea to help the world is her last contribution.
The withered leaves have a noble idea to make them green.
Putting on the upper body is a new dress that spans time and space.
She arrived less than half a year early.
She was in a hurry when she went. She had been hiding for a year.
She came with a new fragrance of early autumn.
When she left, she left another expectation for next autumn.
Goodbye, Hua Xian. Thank you for inspiring me.
Give the muse of Zhai Wei an elaborate garland.
14 the last rhyme of chrysanthemum
Give the muse of Zhai Wei an elaborate garland.
Winter, spring and summer are full of deep memories of her.
In a twinkling, Bai saw the plum blossoms in full bloom again.
The spirit of Qiuju has been perfectly passed down.
She also envies the flowers in spring.
But I don't want to bow my head and invite dignitaries to try.
I once loved the innocence of lotus.
But I hate exposure to the hot summer sun.
So she chose this bright and pure autumn.
Although napu's world is in decline.
So she chose this simple and quiet autumn.
Not afraid of first frost, the west wind is tight and the winter is cold.
Autumn has gone, flowers have gone, and she has not gone far.
Tianya and Zhai Wei will always have a spiritual connection.
15 chrysanthemum echo
Listen to a fairy playing the flute and play the joys and sorrows of the season.
Watching some stars fall into the silver courtyard.
Zephyr yo Zephyr yo brought her invitation.
The goddess of clear autumn gave me pure poems.
It is also a small secluded taoyuan.
Laughter is an endless cold threat to the world.
Pass on the love of concubines to each other in this world
Forever and ever.
Stand proudly in the sunset and become an eternal classic
The question of autumn was answered by spring.
I picked up my devout faith under the hedge of picking chrysanthemums.
I planted that erotic shadow in a clear heart.
Live up to the infatuation of the god of autumn.
Give the muse of Zhai Wei an elaborate garland.