Sigh.
It used to be a virtual middle scene, like that day, Iraqis were far away, only falling, and it was difficult to disperse in the smoke.
Helpless life, how can hatred be avoided, and it has fallen several times.
The past is gone, and the ancient road recalls the pavilion.
Like duckweed.
Go alone.
Looking back for a hundred years, it is difficult to calm down the sorrow of the moon and the wine.
Fang Fei is old, the world of mortals is misty, and tears are pouring down his face.
Send a mourning kite.
I still miss you. I have carried thousands of passengers, which is far from the city.
Yinhe road, looking up to the sky, geese crow.
I am eager to read a book. My poems are short, but accompanied by dawn.
Frost nunnery knows spring is old, and there is no reason to come and go.
Break up Song Sheng.
-Inscription (Liuzhou Songtou)
( 1)
Can the misty yellow rain wash away the haze of the Millennium? Looking back at ancient times, how many beautiful dreams did you take with you? The whole city that has been passed down through the ages is full of the helplessness of the sound of hooves! Iraqi cuffs can't hide sadness. In the antique building, the hair has been changed into hoary head. Love stained with a thousand years of sadness has gone to the west with a river of spring water. The dust of missing, the world after a thousand years, also took away the romance. The tears of acacia for thousands of years have also washed away the rouge sought in this life, leaving a lonely traveler who lives in a dream and is infatuated with poetry.
The fate of wading all the way, cutting the wind and cutting the moon, the feelings of the three students slipped from their fingertips with the choking sound of the piano, and a window with ancient charm and fragrance left a sad expectation. Sad about the past, persistent for a hundred years, complaining about xiaoxiang all night, touching an inch of tenderness, Iraqis, still standing on the other side of Qingshi ferry. The dream of a thousand years has also turned into a faint rouge in the dark, whispering with the outside world, and the autumn water in the bright moon has disturbed the world of mortals in this life.
Absolutely beautiful city, the ink in an old picture scroll, seems to remember looking back after the snowstorm, and the eyes of looking back were locked for thousands of years only at the moment of birth. However, the earthly world where fireworks are easy to cool and the feelings of a thousand years can't be cold overnight. Mozi's territory has moved and there is still a long way to go. I searched for a thousand years, but I didn't wait until this life. The small building of flying flowers, red is better than blood, only, swept together with the past, a zither string decorated with broken dreams. In the season when the mood was blown away, from then on, the old pavilions and the burial of Hua Zhong the year before were all hidden.
Tapping Gu Men, the faint acacia written in the pen is still guarding the spring curtain in March and the drunken shadow of the world of mortals. However, I am a peach blossom, but you are not my lingering breeze. In the drifting wind, Ruohong's heart is not in the mood as soon as possible. That once spring scenery, that once peach blossom, also fell from the old dream of locked eyebrows, and from then on, accompanied by the deep sadness of the years. How much nostalgia, how much nostalgia, followed by a sigh shook the earth red, in the lonely reincarnation, bitter waiting for years, lonely with beautiful years.
Loving the sky and hating the sea is the hardest thing to forget. Looking back, it is youth. A lifetime of love, a thousand years later, tears wet miss, for whom? Who is suffering again? Young and crazy, with whom? Who is with at the end of time? After a hundred years of waiting, the old friend's voice lingers, leaving only inexhaustible autumn water and how much time to kill. No one joins hands with new troubles, only staying for a few nights, singing without sleeping! Looking back at the smiling beauty, the beautiful image has dispersed with the wind! How much prosperity passes by, how much drunkenness is hard to take off! A pulse of thought, a basin of cold water!
Fog and dust, brokenhearted in sadness and disappointment, a flower affair, whose drunkenness is it? Whose sadness is a string of pipa? Mu Shi's past life, at the end of the agreed time, was left in a semicircle of the waning moon, counting a fallen tree with scattered fragrance. A song with strong feelings and light rhyme, a lingering snow moon flower, passed by again and again. Recalling the past, coming and going, coming and going, who do you expect to enjoy staying in bloom? The difference is too far! Miss the present, get together, get together, get together, watch the flowers fall, cry a thousand lines, have forgotten!
Looking back at Wan Li, before the flowers bloom, the spring flowers bloom! Music Festival, the building is empty! Half-life fate, hazy vanity years, lost my way and believed in the wrong date. Millennium is also true and illusory. I have entered the dream of that kind of life, but I can't stay and wait for that kind of life. Laughing at the world of mortals, after heartbroken, the Tianya guest who has not lifted the red veil is far away, and the frost temples are full. Two fascinating places in the darkness, rushing by, how can they be like spring flowers and autumn moon? A word of acacia, even if there are many kinds of customs, eventually lost youth! What a wonderful time! Thin and clear!
A dream of a thousand miles, a fleeting fragrance, that delicate and graceful melancholy, that gentle note written on plain paper, can all the joys and sorrows in the world flow? The world of mortals has passed, lingering for a hundred years, and the time is still in the clouds. Beautiful red tears beside Sanshengshi, this life is still a previous life, and all reincarnation has been silent for thousands of years. Don't miss acacia, don't complain about parting, a short life in a season, an old heart, in the moment of missing, has returned his lifelong affection. ...
(2)
Yesterday, you forgot to remember, but I forgot to forget. When the patchwork of memories eclipsed my waiting, you turned around and satirized all my persistence!
Fireworks are easy to get cold and people are easy to separate. I don't know who I am waiting for, or I am weaving a lonely prison for myself. It is said that memory is a bridge connected with each other, but this turning point of the world of mortals, when the cardamom years, happiness is on the left, but sadness is on the right bank.
The marriage of past lives is wrong in the meeting of this life, the prosperity of Gu Feng in the south of the Yangtze River, a few sighing dreams, and watching the fireworks full moon at both ends of life. The past covered by years, the deepest love in life, an encounter outlined with paper and pen, let you and me fall into fleeting time. Unreal 3200 is boundless, like a time of thin water. I gave you happiness and left all the pain to myself.
Did we meet too late? Or is the desolation of the world diluting this most beautiful friendship? I remember that year in Na Yue, you never left or changed in my heart, and the old age I have never seen has become a mirage that I can never see through. I waited all my life, and my old face turned into the past. Whose scenery is the city under the eyelashes? Whose heart? An erotic line, tangled in a mirage where the pen tip is swaying.
On your way, I spent an old age giving you a surprise. A fleeting moment, a fleeting moment, a touch of sadness cast in a hurry, I always want to use the warmth of love in my eyes to open a fragrant flower, warm the half-life cold Cang Yue and the floating capacity of rustling water.
Unwilling to take a curtain call, a life-and-death game, has gone through all the sadness and despair. The last song of my sad life is really beautiful. Your horizon, my spring and summer, you are no longer at the end of my hand. Those songs about us have become songs. Who should I sing this ending to? The past lives I remember, the afterlife I pawned, the stories I treasured for you, and the scarlet tear stains around my eyes are all related to romance, but they have nothing to do with me.
An old feud, once infatuated, woke up with the wind. I know that leaving this time is a farewell road with two ends. If this is the best ending, so be it, we will never meet again. Silently counting the passage of time, we have not escaped fate in this life. Sad farewell, a person facing the end of the speech, how many memories turned to dust, how many thoughts turned to clouds.
Intermittent handwriting freehand brushwork is sad, life is four seasons, things are impermanent, who knows? How much helplessness my tired heart has suffered! I stepped on the road when you came, so I couldn't see the light when I got home. I know that some stories have no results, and the vicissitudes of life are more ups and downs and joys and sorrows!
Yesterday's feelings, interpreted as endless sadness, also led to the yearning that refused to leave, waiting for a lifetime, the insurmountable secular obstacles destroyed the promise, and the broken dream in the cold wind fell on the heart full of pain. I gave my heart to the world and buried my infatuation under the fallen flowers. With the passage of time, I was so intoxicated and in such a hurry!
There is a feeling of being hastily refuted in the dark dream, and it is destined to walk outside the world of mortals. Even if you return, you will never be able to overlap with your memory.
Lonely tears wet my eyes, and the person who lives in my heart is just the future I can't grasp. I had to quit the journey, and I became the last leaf of the last time.
It's not old, love is hard to fight! Thank you for embellishing my wonderful life.
I just want the afterlife. In Zen, I don't love the prosperity of the world, and I don't feel sad.
(3)
It is late at night, but I miss you awake. Once lingering, warming the colder and colder years, the world of mortals, can I make an appointment with our future? Every moment that time flies, faint longing for reincarnation, those slight pains, with irresistible temptation, I miss you so much!
The world of mortals stretches for thousands of miles, and the long dream woven by long acacia, how many past events linger in the pen of fleeting time.
Scattered sadness, in the long world of mortals, lost all the way, looking for all the way.
Hard encounter, tears fell on my skirt!
Life is reluctant to cross the ends of the earth. For the love of your life, for your loneliness like water, I am willing to give everything for your heart, even if it is only once.
Tonight, I lit the candle in my heart, so that the faint silhouette poured into my loneliness, an indelible trace, and turned my swaying thoughts into beautiful memories. I am waiting for love in the dim light, through the fleeting time of vision, through the afterglow of a bright moon, and I let my messy steps step through the water.
Leave a song yesterday, sigh tomorrow, fade away the elegant fatigue, hide untouchable stories and emotions, toss and turn with the running water, and copy the paradise with tenderness.
Accustomed to the familiar taste, you are accustomed to fantasizing in dreams within your reach. I'm still worried about you, waiting for your persistence. Think about it. How many feelings have I lost?
In this life, find the direction when you turn around and leave at the end, and turn the past years into a beautiful city like flowers. Once passed by, the fleeting time, through the ups and downs of the world, is a long-lost melancholy in the stormy stationery.
The cold and heartless secular world has bound my youth for a hundred years. In the melancholy years, the ancient bitterness lifted the joys and sorrows of the world, and followed one place after another. In those years, those people were born again, and the feelings of thousands of years were gone. The old rust that could not be wiped off was blurred by fate when they met once.
Years are like flowers, life is like dust, who knows half a life?
Many times, you can look down on life and death, but you can't let go of a relationship.
Time has passed like water, and it is full of prosperity. It lingers in the reality and the ancient world of mortals. After thousands of years, it has gone through many joys and sorrows, and it is only remembered in cold words. However, that memory was sad and lonely.
If a soft and moist heart is a ray of love, how many ties are there in this complicated world?
In the autumn wind, it is still an eternal belief that cannot be abandoned.
In the past, the disappearing figure only left many feelings that had nowhere to talk. Too far away, a bitter, flying broken in the autumn night. I miss the short time in exile, and I can't comfort myself. I am desolate and gentle all the way. You are the most beautiful touch I missed this season.
What I don't understand about leaving wounds and complaining about feelings is my own heart.
Silent lyrics are full of sadness and endless sadness. I know that if you don't come, my heart will not be contaminated with this secular dust.
Looking back suddenly, we can't stop the passage of time.
Helpless pain and withered melancholy make my love lingering and sad!
At the end of the world, I often look back, my left eye is confused, my right eye is vaguely beautiful, lingering in the memory of beauty or vicissitudes, and I am waiting for a life and soul in the tears of my previous life through the time and space of bloom. This life can't be expected to be far away, tangled through loneliness and darkness, followed by the shadow, and the soul depends on the dream. This situation, this dream, is full of my infatuated thoughts.
Whether you come or go, love is also reluctant! I miss you! I hate to leave! Looking forward to it!