You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
Appreciation of Qiong Yao's Poem Outside the Window
Who should I care about?
Who am I worthy of love?
May a wisp of smoke melt,
Come and go!
When the drizzle wets the moss,
When the night fog covers the balcony,
Please open your window,
That wandering ghost, wandering around!
That wandering soul, eager to come in!
When the rain soaked the moss,
When the night fog covers the balcony,
Please open your window,
No one limits my steps any more,
I'll be back with you!
I'll be back with you!
-Outside the window.
Can you remember Xiaoxiang in the heavy twilight separated by Chongyang?
The horizon is a floating blue shimmer, and it's hard to say who died. Where is it?
Facing the deep water is the most desolate for Hanshan.
Rest in this life, there is no evidence in the next life, and it is also a waste of thought!
-Outside the window.
Life is sad, the world is cold and the future is boundless.
Drops of tears, continuous tenderness, more infinite sadness.
Drink green wine and go to your hometown for the time being. Don't call me crazy.
Laugh today, be sad tomorrow, things change!
At the ends of the earth, duckweeds meet, sighing that bosom friends are hard to meet.
Singing in front of the mountain, whispering by the water, analyzing my sadness.
I hate Taiwan last night, but it's raining hard tonight, and it's hard to predict how to get together or leave.
We know each other, love each other and grow old together!
-Outside the window.
Western jackdaw in the west has fallen asleep,
The moon is high above the clouds,
Reflected in the depths of the forest,
Tonight's night is beautiful!
The north wind is sighing,
Blowing on my forehead,
The stream is still flowing,
Friend, where are you? ……
-Outside the window.
Flying flowers shed tears at the cold window,
The rain at night is sad, the wind is crazy,
Lonely boudoir hates longer,
It's so sad,
Dreams are heartbroken!
-Outside the window.
The wind blew all night,
Blow away boring troubles,
When people are in the dead of night,
I also searched my dreams,
The soul is broken,
Empty tender!
-Outside the window.
Appreciation of Out of the Window
Seven Rhymes-Step Rhyme Sit and watch the scenery "once"
I used to look at colorful shadows together and whisper in front of me. Graceful and smooth added a face, and shyness was not halved.
The wind is clear, the moon is in a good mood, and the mountains and rivers are idle. This scene has entered a new dream today, and it has not recovered its old appearance.
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It's hard to keep a little mood when the window is empty and the moon is absent. The wind is as light as half a glass of water, how much can dreams dye?
At this time, I think of the purple dress, and the short scarf is still warm. The story is mixed with wine, and it is half stupid and half drunk at night.
Attached to the original jade: once (sitting and watching the scenery)
Once out of the window, the colors are gorgeous and the customs are infinite. It is really persistent to look at the floating life, and it is silly to find a fantasy.
Taoyuan is naturally similar, and the flowers in the reflection are idle. Heart knot color unintentionally cling to the old, lonely when long cold Zhu Yan.
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The appearance of flowers and the soul of the moon and the stars disappeared last night. The old story is a little tidbit, and the tall building is lonely and white.
Guitar strings are cold, but classmates are warm. I can laugh at the floating wine in the cup, and Pale Red is proud of the giants.