There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. It was planted the year my wife died. It is now as tall as a canopy.
The world is safe and sound, and I will live up to the Tathagata and the Lord.
A hundred years of life is like a dream, and the heart is like a haggard tree or cold ashes.
Later, the spring rain fell in Bianjing, and you were the only one who stopped in the rain.
If life is just like the first time we met, why should the autumn wind draw a fan sadly? It is easy to change people's hearts, but they say that people's hearts are easy to change.
How much hate the west wind can blow away the eyebrows.
The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upper floors. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking. I wanted to give it up, but I said it was a cool autumn.
Unless you turn into ashes and bones, I will keep you for a hundred years without worries.
I wish you no troubles in your years, and I wish you no joys and sorrows in the rest of my life.
It is easy to change people's hearts, but it is easy to change people's hearts.
If you have nothing in the south of the Yangtze River, just give me a spring branch.
I was shocked to realize that I didn’t show my lovesickness, it turned out that it was just because it was deep in my bones. I don't know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper.
Bo, three feet of micro life, a scholar.
The osmanthus and the orchid oar are shining in the sky, and the light is shining in the sky.
One spring breeze, one leaf boat, one cocoon strand, one light hook. Flowers fill the lake, wine fills the cup, and freedom is found in the vast expanse of waves.
Don’t let the pretty girl grow old, and don’t teach the poor to the wandering man.
If I had known that it would be such a troubling thing, why would I not have known each other in the first place.
He walked away in shame, leaned against the door and looked back, smelling the green plums.
Let's try new fire, new tea, poetry and wine while we are young.
The spring water is born, the spring forest is blooming, and the spring breeze is not as good as you.
The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
At the beginning of the long night, the stars are about to dawn
There is a beautiful woman in the north, peerless and independent. She looks at Qingren city and then Qingren country. She would rather not know Qingcheng and Qingren. When a country falls, a beautiful woman is hard to come by.
The public searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
The flowers are similar every year, but the people are different every year.
The anger is soaring, and the rain breaks down at the balcony. Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow. The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers will never be extinguished. Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over and clean up the old mountains and rivers.
What does the Great Sage want to do here? Stepping on the southern sky and shattering the sky, what if you never come back? Then he left and never came back.
White tea has nothing else to do, I am waiting for the wind to wait for you [love you]
The green seeds are lingering in my heart
The white rabbit, the east Go west. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old.
There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column is reminiscent of the past.
There are boats that can cross the sea, and there are roads that can be crossed in the mountains. The mountains and seas that I love can be leveled, and the mountains and seas can be leveled. The hearts that I love can’t be moved.
No one will accompany me at dusk, no one will Ask me if the porridge is warm. No one turned off the lights with me, and no one asked me to read for half my life. No one is looking for me, no trace of snow is left on me, no one is treating me since my love is deep. No one can live forever with me, no one can wake up by thinking about me. No one wants me to stop singing, no one likes my sorrows and joys. No one wipes my tears, no one caress for me and makes me happy. No one shared the wine with me, no one told me it was late at night. No one can accompany me to admire the bright moon, and no one can follow me to the end of the world.
The sparse shadows are slanting across the clear and shallow water, and the faint fragrance is floating in the moonlight at dusk.
The flowers on the road are blooming, and you can return home slowly.
There are fusu in the mountains and lotus flowers in the sky
If there is no regret in the eyes, I don’t believe that there are white heads in the world
The twenty-four bridges are still there, and the waves are in the heart The cold moon is silent, I read the red medicine beside the bridge, and I know who I was born for every year.
The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
When I was a young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses, I saw all the flowers in Chang'an in one day.
So those who think of you will do it for a hundred years, not for one night.