Bi-directional verse

Double-line poem: I'm afraid of lovesickness. I've missed it. It's my turn to miss it. There's a trace between my eyebrows. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation. As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. I sing and dance, so do I. —— Source: Chen Shidao's "Little Chapter on Giving Wine Apart from Night" The first wish is that my husband is a thousand years old, the second wish is that I am healthy, and the third wish is like a beam, and I often meet each other every year.

Overnight, everything went wrong and the flowers were heartbroken. There are pear blossoms and snowy moons everywhere. When will Yuanyang know how to fly together? It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful. _ _ Li Yu's "Bodhisattva Man, Flower Moon, Dark Cage, Light Fog" If the two feelings last for a long time, sooner or later. Plum blossom snow, pear blossom moon, total acacia. -Source: Zhang Huiyan's Meet You Huan? The flowering period is negative every year.

The old monk asked, "Since the quilt can't give us warmth, it depends on us to warm it, so what do we do with the quilt?" The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu. 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. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. If my heart bears a white oath, please ask the gods of heaven and earth to punish me!

Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was brightly lit. The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the moonlit night of January this year, the moonlight is still there; I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. (Song Zhu Shuzhen's "Health Mistakes"