From: Cold Food and Wild Hope by Bai Juyi in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: The deceased couldn't hear our crying in the dim light, and those who came to pay homage went back in the rustling rain in the evening.
2. Poem: Please go back to the army to hide the dust and bones, and don't teach the soldiers to cry about the dragon shortage.
From: Seven Poems of Wang Changling Joining the Army in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: The general went to the emperor's desk and called the small team division to let the bones of the soldiers who died in the battlefield be transported back to their homeland for burial, and the soldiers could not cry for their comrades buried in other places.
3. Poetry: They run with you, crying, pulling your sleeve, and their sad voices float to the clouds.
From: Du Fu's Military Vehicle Shop in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Stop on the road and cry with the soldier's clothes, crying straight into the sky and rushing to the sky.
4. Poetry: How many new ghosts cry in the war, and the old people are lonely.
From: Du Fu's snow in Tang Dynasty
Interpretation: Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the soldiers who just died, and only the old people are sad to recite poems.
5. Poem: At the beginning, I sat at the beginning, holding my hands, crying and grabbing other people's clothes.
Said by: Du Fu's mother in Tang Dynasty.
Interpretation: One can just walk by the bed and the other can just sit up. The sitting child is crying, and the walking child is clutching my clothes.
2. Poems about Crying 1 Yu Rong's lonely tears Gan Lan, like spring rain on pear blossoms.
Spring is still old, few people are empty, and tears are streaming down her face.
I am afraid that people will ask questions, swallow tears and make up.
4. Hold hands and look at each other, tears are silent and choked.
Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory, red makeup and tears.
6. Looking around, lonely and sad.
July/April 17 is today last year.
Farewell My Concubine: With tears in her eyes and a false face, she was half-frowning with shame.
I don't know if my soul is broken, so is my dream.
Nobody knows except the horizon and the moon.
8. Looking at Zhu's thoughts, he is haggard and fragmented.
If you don't believe me, you will cry.
9. How beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly sash, and how annoyed her forehead is! .
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.
10. The rhinoceros is full of flowers, and my concubine has a pair of stolen tears.
If tears are like pearls, they will not disappear.
Know what the limit is, string to HongLing should be one million.
3. Ancient poems that advise people not to be sad. Wealth is a blessing, and fame is also conducive to fame. Sometimes there must be something in life, and there is no need to force it in life.
Human feelings are like water and things are like clouds.
If you are drunk today, you will worry about tomorrow.
The lake is full of bright moon, and there is nowhere to drop the golden hook.
If you go, you must go, and you can't stay again and again.
There is still a day when the Yellow River will be clarified. How can people have no luck?
Peony flowers are so empty, jujube flowers are small and strong.
Xuanzhou Xielou sent the learning book "Li Bai-Shu Yun"
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind. It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword and raise a cup to drown our sorrows; Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
4. The ancient poem about crying is called Du Mu Cultural Relics of Six Dynasties, and the sky is light and the clouds are idle.
Birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry. In late autumn, a thousand rains fall on the curtain, and the balcony plays the flute at sunset.
Disappointed, I watch Fan Li every day, and there are five lakes in the East. Send some letters to Huang Tingjian. I live in Jun Nanhai, Beihai, but I can't deliver books to geese.
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain. Housekeeping, but with four vertical walls, does not cure diseases.
I think my reading head turned white, and the ape across the stream cried. Xitai cried that Xie Ao cried in his later years and went to Taiwan Province during the day.
Tears fell on the Wujiang River and returned to the sea with the tide. So the clothes are still dyed blue, and the land is not pity.
A guest in Laoshan should only feel eight sorrows. Mourning Yang Quan and Lu Xun is like old times. Bloom spent two reasons.
When do you cry for Jiang Nanyu and Simin? Tao Yuanming will die if he lives, sooner or later.
Last night, I was the same person, but today I am in the ghost book. What is Lingsan? Dry and empty wood.
A charming child cried from his father, and a good friend caressed me and cried. Do you feel safe without knowing the gains and losses? Long live the century, who knows the honor or disgrace.
The second part of the elegy is that Tao Yuanming used not to drink, but now he is empty. Spring mash gives birth to floating ants. When can we taste it better? Before the food box was full of me, I stood by crying.
If you want to speak silently, you want to see things without light. I used to sleep in Gaotang County, but now I live in Huangcao Township.
No one sleeps in the weeds. He is as blind as a bat. Once out, it's still early to go back to night.
Details of RoyceWong's Seven Wounded Poems Looking up Border Town in Baidu made me sad and loved it more. Snow and ice cut the skin, and the wind drifted endlessly.
No one is seen in a hundred miles, and whoever is planted will be late. Go to the city to watch the pavilion and hang the flag.
Monkey ignored the rebellion and went out to say goodbye to his family. Children are many prisoners and have no time to cry.
The world is heaven, what is staying. Don't ask for advice when you come or go.
Farewell to Mao Yongjia and Xu Ling, and wish my son strict discipline and return to the feather vibration instrument. I am sick today, so don't leave me alone.
When Mr. White Horse came to cry, I knew. Take off your sword in vain, and hang the leading branches in vain.
Du Fu Shaoling, the head of mourning, swallowed and cried at night. I stole the winding river like a shadow of spring. There are thousands of palaces on the shore and new branches of willows. Who are you green for? .
I remember the colorful flags floating from the South Garden, which was full of colors. The first lady of the kingdom, from the Sun Palace, waited on the emperor's royal chariot.
The cavalry in front of them were all holding bows and arrows, and discerning horses were chewing gold. An archer, chest up, went through the clouds and hit a pair of birds with one arrow.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? A blood-stained soul has no home and nowhere to go. A clear wave flowed eastward, crossing the Diaolou Mountain Path, and there was no news.
Compassionate people shed tears and hoped that she would be as eternal as rivers and flowers. When I boarded the Tatar, in the dim twilight, the clouds were filled with dust and I wanted to forget the north and south and go to the south.
Crying that Fu's war is a new ghost and worrying about the old man alone. At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.
The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red. The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.
At night in the pavilion, Du Fu and when the sunlight in winter is shortened on the elemental scale, the end of the world is frost and snow. Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn. Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust and the personnel are lonely.
Du Fu, a recruiter, has several people in Room 10, but Qianshan is empty. The road is full of tears, and the city does not smell songs.
Floating stems have no fixed place, and the title is Hogo. Loyalists don't pass through Shu, so what's my way?
Wen Tingyun of Suwu Temple, although our special envoy Su Wu is gone, his body and soul, the temple and these trees are still alive. The detention of the North Sea book is cut off, and the moon is above the head; The hungry sheep are back, and the vast grassland has been blackened by dusk.
Go back to your visit tower, but there is no sign; The crown sword is like life, and it is in the prime of life. Marquis Hou Feng commemorates the emperor, who has never met his subjects; Empty to the eyes of the first emperor, lamenting the past years.
Snow tea in Yuan Hongdao is the second most popular word in Zhi Zhu's ci, and white-headed widows cry in the blue wind. Ten rooms have been empty since the mink tiger ran amok.
On New Year's Eve, I feel that Tan Sitong's life is blurred, and I dare to say who died in the Central Plains. From ice to heaven, strange bones are tempered, and a good sentence is beautiful at one time.
Crying for no reason is because of the long night, Yin and Yang are better than this time. There is an appointment to smell chickens dancing together, and it turns to hate late before the lights.
Nian Nujiao, the king of Southeast Zheng Xie, swept away old habits and purged the country. Cooper is lying in the temple, and dragons come to stay every night.
Weng Zhong's clothes, lion's horns, moss marks of static locks. As the sun sets, several people are studying on horseback.
It is said that the world is impermanent, and the rain is coming, and the ghosts are crying and howling. I don't remember the founding day of that year, and the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.
The eggshell is dry, and the world of pills and mud rolls like a candle. On the side of the old monk's mountain, he only took a ladle of boiling spring.
Weeping Yin Wei's life can be regarded as geometry. After all, it is invisible.
Waiting for you to die. Everything hurts.
The loving mother was not buried. A girl is only ten years old.
In the cold suburbs. Depression smells like crying.
The sea of clouds is boundless. Birds can't sing.
Why are pedestrians lonely? This day is sad.
Remember when you were in the past. Ask me if I have learned anything.
It's not too early to advise you to suffer. Let you accomplish nothing.
Old friends have their own gifts. Not as good as life.
Negative is different. Weep for Chai Jing.
In the spring, the ancestors of the founder Jian He had three feet of water in the box and went to Wutan to slaughter dragons. Far away, the sword of the sword seems to shoot from the moonlight clouds, coldly attacking people; It's like a white ribbon.
The pattern on the scabbard of the old shark skin is shining, and there is a thick layer of grease, which looks like the tail feather of a male, and never rusts. This sword is not only exquisite and sharp, but also has a chivalrous heart like a famous chivalrous man in the Warring States period, which is clearly reflected in the text of the book Chunfang.
The silk ball hangs gold, and the divine light is about to break lantian jade. The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry.
The bronze camel grieved that Li He was down and out in March and went to his owner to look for flowers. Who wrote the song for spring? The sad bronze camel of Luoan.
There are many passengers in the south of the bridge, and the ancients are spared in the north. A guest who drinks a glass of wine will make him sad for a thousand years.
Don't waste this life, the wind blows a candle. Tired of seeing peach trees laughing and bronze camels crying at night.
Long night sings Li He's curly hair, Hu Er's eyes are clear and blue, and tall buildings still blow bamboo at night. A cry seems to come to the sky, and the beauty cries at home under the moon.
The seven-point star hides the finger, which coincides with the sign of Qingfeng Palace. Shu Road is full of clouds in autumn, and Xiangjiang River wakes up at midnight.
The beauty of Yutang is in love, and the blue window is full of sorrow. The cold anvil can be pounded a hundred feet, and the powder tears and beads fall into the red line.
Don't be a long-headed singer, Hu Er is worried about others through the window. Jionji felt that Bai Juyi asked himself what he was disappointed with, but it was too late to enter the temple gate.
The Li family cried that Yuan's family was ill, and the persimmon leaves were red when they came alone. Visit Gaotang in the monkey crow place of Xue Tao in Wushan Temple, and smoke vanilla all the way.
The mountains have not forgotten Song Yu, and the sound of water is still crying to the king. Every night under the balcony, the rain is clouds and Chu is dead.
There are many willows in front of the temple, and the thrush comes to the sky in spring. Weeping Li Juyi came to see me last autumn.
This year in Changle, I cried in spring. Crying for heaven, is God at ease? If you must take his life, why not be brilliant? After death, the wife gets sick and the baby gets sick.
Bai Juyi, a Fujian resident on the river, has lost his flowers, while Cao Jiang has stopped. Where do the distant guests go? The lonely boat is delivered today.
Cuckoo cries, bamboo spots are like blood. How touching * * *, I'd better say goodbye to it! I cried all my old friends Bai Juyi cried yesterday and today.
Who are you crying for? Just an old friend. Wei Qing is long-term, and the quality husband is also quiet.
Bending index, think about yourself. He is younger than me and the first person in the spring.
I am half white today, and I won't live long.
5. Ask Mrs. Tang Wang Wei, an ancient poem about crying, to spoil the present and forget the old days.
With tears in my eyes, I can't see Wang Chuyan. On the day when Li Shangyin's daughter flew to Wan Li in Yuanyang Tang Dynasty, Luo Yun was in tears.
There is no need to make a long-term storm wish. When locked in a golden cage, I will cry in both directions. Cui Chang waited on Uncle Hui and Tang Bai Juyi, who was stubborn, humble and refined. The name and price are far apart, and the points are very deep.
China and sincerity are integrated, and foreign things are inviolable. For twenty years, I have been ups and downs with the world.
I have an appointment to retire in the evening, and my old head will return to Yunlin. It's sad to suddenly lose each other when you're old.
There is Song Lai in spring and Qing Luo Yin in autumn. Yuan Qiu * * * Who divines? Who is looking for the scenery? Who rewards romantic * *? Who sings the hymn? Bloom * * * Who's watching? Who will pour the wine when it is ripe? Hui died at Zhuangdukou, and Zhong Xun abandoned the piano.
The reason is natural, from ancient times to the present. I've been lonely since then, and I'm comfortable? Only tears will get sick, and autumn wind will spill.
Jade Pagoda, Spring and Autumn Song, Yan Shu, Julian, half fragrant and half sold. In February, the east wind urged Liu Xin.
Think by the pipa, don't ask questions in front of the parrot. After Jing Hong's death, he left behind hatred.
The long red sun makes people sleepy. I don't know where my heart is, my eyes are full of tears.
Huanxisha Song Dynasty, Zhao Changqing was very excited. Yangguan is full of wine to worship heaven.
Don't rush to meet. Full of tears and rain, a melancholy mood reaches autumn.
Acacia is five clouds east tonight. In the beauty pillow, modern Mao Zedong piled on the pillow, and the sea turned over.
The night is long and the sky is hard to understand. I have no choice but to get dressed and sit in the cold. At dawn, all my thoughts are gray, and I am extremely tired and helpless.
There is no reason not to shed tears. Liu Kezhuang's voice, voice and smile are ok, but it's hard to cry.
The sage is selfless and angry, which can be seen from the point of paying. Pang Po reported that she was leaning on a hoe to make a picture, praising Songshi first and talking less about small books, followed by the master.
I have no intention of mourning, but I am anxious to find a way to die. Crying is a lonely old woman, and things around her head are hard to pay.
Jionji has a feeling of dying. He is sick at home. Don Bai Juyi asked himself what he was disappointed with, but the temple gate was late.
The Li family cried that Yuan's family was ill, and the persimmon leaves were red when they came alone. "Five Poems of My Nephew's Pavilion" The first scholar in the imperial examination in Xu Yueqing in Song Dynasty is now a ghost, and his coffin is empty and heartbroken.
The green dress is long to the joints, and Dan is short and loose. Father is crying, God is killing this.
The injury is high, and someone is holding Wu Yang. The mechanic who hangs the Jinshi is not an official, and he has beads in his mouth.
Life is endowed with greed, but reading is not the right thing to do. Send a brother and cry without a wife.
However, if this is not thick, so is it. Three days after Chongyang, Song Fang, the deceased who was still suffering from fever, has returned to Chongyang for two or three days. It's good that the chrysanthemums are not in bloom.
There are geese in front of the building, mosquitoes and thunder on the ground. Scratching is the most painful, painful and itchy. When you cry, you hear crying.
If the situation in the south is not good and the situation in the north is not good, why should people worry about natural disasters? Song Chao, a cold dish from Hailing, said that when a group of thieves came to Jiangjin, they jumped up like fish in surprise.
Smoke and flames are new ghosts, and dust dares to remember hometown people. Several families have steaming things and have been crying.
It's windy and rainy every day, and you should know that cold diners are worried about the facts. 1 17 Praise Shao Hongjian for a blessing tablet, and there is no seal in the sky.
The meaning of a sentence is hard to understand, and whoever conveys it from the heart is right. The East Lake was full of hatred and waves, which made Yan Rui wake up from his dream.
This is a slap in the face, it is called heaven. I can't laugh when I cry, and the wild flowers are wet with tears.
There are 20 autumn songs in Xizhai, and Song Zhong returns to the city, and flogging is forbidden at night. Only the Fautu family is allowed. Give it a break.
When you die, you believe in witchcraft and don't believe in medicine. When you die and believe in Buddhism, Buddhism is extremely remarkable.
The child had a good time and cried sadly. Ryan will laugh at it if it's not at home.
Seventeen articles in Gao Tang Dynasty, no funeral instrument. There is nothing ancient in the world, and Confucianism is weak.
Why did Song and Ming know that autumn is deep, but thin has no deep dreams? Dreams are broken and sleepless, and cold nights are long.
Into everything, who really uses who. The accumulation of suffering has been eliminated, and the chemical industry seems to be easy to deal with.
The master is happy to be born, and the west is crying and hurting. At the beginning of the great famine, thousands of generations sent a few guests.
Stone's silence and joy may not succeed. There is no end to noble thoughts, the rain is like a drum, and the bell is like a bell.
The poem "Seven Injuries" about the Wei, Jin, Wang and the remnant border town made me sad and loved the past more. Snow and ice cut the skin, and the wind drifted endlessly.
No one is seen in a hundred miles, and whoever is planted will be late. Go to the city to watch the pavilion and hang the flag.
Monkey ignored the rebellion and went out to say goodbye to his family. Children are many prisoners and have no time to cry.
The world is heaven, what is staying. Don't ask for advice when you come or go.
Send Xue's wife back to Jiangzhou, work hard at home, and all the girls are happy. Married to Xun Ergong, he thinks highly of himself.
My family is the wind of nature, and everything is not expensive. Suitable for boxes, not rude and contemptible.
When you must remember your mother's words, you still wake up at night. Be careful not to peek out of the window, and be careful not to laugh it out.
Don't argue if you are wrong, and don't argue if you are ugly. Every time I follow my aunt's heart and go against her ear.
If a woman can do this, she is a Confucian. Nineteen years have passed, and I still don't have a shoe.
Once you go too far, you will feel sorry for the Yellow River. Drivers cry wherever they look and touch their neighbors.
It is better to have a daughter than a man. In the early morning, Chu Guangxi of the Tang Dynasty boarded the cool wind platform, and at dusk, he arrived at Handan Road.
Obsidian spirit He Helie, there is no grass in the field. The army gathered in the north and the son of heaven lived in the west.
Women are counties, men are conquerors. It's never too early to cry when the old and the young are separated.
The crops dried up and the rivers dried up. It is far away from this kind of trouble and invisible.
The east wind blows the river, and the river flows backwards. Dust and sand rise from rivers and continents, and there are clouds like yellow clouds.
Xiaxia burning luster, He Hongyao hills. The wild old man cried and had nowhere to rest.
Hanlin has a guest and is a loner. Wandering around in the middle of the night, thinking of offering a trick.
Your door is steep and deep, and your feet are empty and desolate. Seeing off the sick Tang Yuanzhen has never died since ancient times, and he no longer remembers his name.
In this year's capital, the dead are old and young. Dugu is only forty, and Fang Rongrong is an official.
Li San, 39, had a clear voice when he went to court. Zhao Chang is over eighty and has three generals under his command.
Life is different, so is death. His family cried and loved, one after another.
Such lamentations are insignificant. Tortoise fungus, etc. Even if you die.
That's how I got sick, so it's not surprising. If you die today, you will live your whole life.
I don't know what I have achieved after borrowing it for a hundred years. Besides, I studied Buddhism early, and this is the shape of my house.
There is nothing to worry about, whether to go or stay. The previous life is a trace, and the next life is the future.
But if you don't stop thinking, you have no choice. The dragon dies, and the cicada sings.
Hu is a god who gave his life. This person is unknown. Thank you, love your friend, and give your love to your brother.
You can understand this, but you can't listen to what the world says. Four Wonders Jia Yi Modern Mao Zedong Jia Caisheng is in a state of chaos, and his crying feelings are sad.
Liang Wang fell off his horse in search of something ordinary, so why should he exchange grief for life?
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1, she covered her eyes with trembling hands, and it took a long time to slowly move away, as if she had spent the whole spring, summer, autumn and winter.
She cried and cried, and suddenly lost her voice, as if she were dead.
The cry of this fat doll is like the sound of driving a train, rising and falling; After a while, just like singing, it has a lasting appeal.
A series of tears flowed silently from the sad face of menstruation. Menstruation didn't cry at all, but let the tears keep flowing downwards.
Glittering tears swirled in his eyes, and then, big, round and shiny tears rolled down his cheeks and dripped on his mouth, chest and ground.
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7. Ask for some tragic poems that can make people cry, not modern poems 1, ask what the world is like, and teach life and death to be committed.
2, if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
3, the sky is not old, I can't help it. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
4, a generation is a pair of people for a lifetime, fighting for ecstasy twice. Acacia don't look at each other, who is spring?
5, four machines, Yuanyang weaving wants Qi Fei, poor old man first white. 6. Zhang Taiyan, Zhang Taiyan, is Yiyi in the past? Even if the note looks old, you have to climb over other people's hands. 7. Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk. On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes. 8. When you first arrive, you are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn.
9, life is born infatuated, this hate has nothing to do with romantic. 10, don't listen to the sound of leaves beating in the Woods, why don't you sing and walk slowly?
Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. 1 1. Looking back at the bleak land, rain or shine.
12, Chen Shui is lucky, go to Chen Shan for a walk. For whom, he went to Xiaoxiang to 13. When the flowers can be folded, he just needs to fold them. Don't wait for bloom to be empty. 14, everything is like a dream. How can it be * *? Poor and lonely, like a hairpin. 15, there is a loquat tree in the courtyard, which was planted in the year when my wife died, and now it is flourishing.
16. If Naoko crosses my wall, you don't feel sorry. Who will pick the hibiscus and give it to Shejiang 17? In this world, in this dust, how can there be room for men's passion? ? 18, accompany you to drink and laugh for 30,000 games, and leave without regrets.
I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! ! 20. If you want to turn intoxication into sadness, you can't break your heart. 2 1, more can disappear, a few storms, hurried spring back.
Cherish the spring early afraid of bloom flowers, what's more, countless red! Live in spring. Seeing this, there is no way out.
23. Who is complaining about buying a portrait for 1000 yuan? 24, Lianlian, we meet once in a hundred years, which one died at the age of 97, and Naiheqiao waited for three years. 25. Just a glimpse, love is dying, 26, boundless sorrow, endless robbery, short songs, lack of bright moon, gloomy and miserable city, blood is sometimes exhausted, blood is sometimes extinguished, and a wisp of fragrant soul is not exhausted, yes, it turns into a butterfly. 27. If you don't say anything, you will accomplish a lot. 28. If you meet Ling Yunzhi one day, you dare to laugh at Huang Chao's husband. 29. Beauty is like a hero since ancient times, and it is forbidden to meet each other.
30. Write from a height and linger in a remote place. 3 1, drunk on the battlefield, don't laugh, how many people fought in ancient times? 32. Whoever is with a tall building always remembers that it is crisp in autumn.
The past is empty, still like a dream. 33. You must abandon it and try your best to make today happy. 34. The bluebird doesn't spread the news outside the cloud, and the lilacs are sad in the rain. 35. It's my body and mind, and I shed a thousand tears for you. 36, spring outing, apricot flowers blowing all over your head, who is young and romantic, I intend to get married and rest for a lifetime, and I will be mercilessly abandoned and can't be ashamed.
37, cutting constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is parting from sorrow, and there is a taste in my heart. 38. I hope that the green onions are there, and I am not allowed to see the white heads on earth. 39. I had no choice but to fall, but I met Yan's return. 40, my heart is full, I am thousands of miles away, I am doing well, and I feel sorry for each other. I have no sympathy for each other. 4 1, who is by the river? At the beginning of the month, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the truth in your chanting in the fragrant fog of the temple. In that month, I shook all the prayer wheels not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips. That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain not to see you, but to turn the mountain into a water stupa and stick to your warmth, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road. The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, like it, like it constantly.
There is a faint scent here, and I look forward to wandering for a thousand dollars. When the syndrome comes, it is just the right time, when the light is half dark and the moon is half bright.
44, the lack of moon hanging sparse tung, leaking people at the beginning of quiet. I only see you alone, vague and lonely.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
45. The poor and uncertain river bones are still living in the dream of spring. 46. I am a melancholy guest in the world. I know why you cry and recall your life in the sound of heartbroken. 47. It is better to pity the people in front of you than to miss the mountains and rivers.
48. Young people listen to the rain songs upstairs, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the broken swallow is called the west wind.
Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn.
49. I was driven out of my mind by illness today, but I dreamed of idle people, not you! 50. Wu, the moon is clear and the green hills on both sides of the strait set each other off. Who knows the feeling of parting? Your tears greeted me, my tears greeted me, my ribbon was unfinished, and the river tide was flat. Bai Ou asked me if I was alone. If the heart stays, why lock the eyebrows. The wind plays the small curtain lamp and dances dizzy, indifferent to the idle shadow, recalling the past.
Is it an old tour now? Flower House, Liu Xia Boat. 52. The cycle of change has become a thing of the past, and the dignity of this mountain still commands the cold river.
53. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. 54. The original colorful bloom was all over the floor, as if it had been ruined. What are the good days? Who is happy? 55. Who knows who is born every year? 56. What did I do today? I have accomplished nothing.
There is heroic blood in my life, and there is no reason to splash the Jingjiang River. 57. Yellow sand wears golden armor and wins every battle, and vows not to break Loulan. 58. Life and death are rich and prosperous, and children inherit it. 59. Sijun is old, and the years are getting late. 60. Sleeping in an empty bed and listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend clothes at night?
6 1, don't dry your eyes, put away your tears. If you can see bones when your eyes are dry, the world will be heartless.
62. If you care about each other, don't forget each other in Jianghu. 63. Although thousands of people have left! 64. Deep feelings don't last long, and strength is extremely embarrassing. 65, a trip to the mountains, a trip to the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, a thousand lights a night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden. 66. The declining orchid sends visitors to Xianyang Road, and the sky is old.
67. Just as raindrops brighten yellow leaves and lights illuminate my bald head, 68. I want nothing more, and you don't have to worry about it. 69. I don't dye the red silk thread, but only praise the good color. I have a pair of tears and know that you can't accept it; Don't go near the stove, anger and anger are pushing each other. I have temples cream, so I know you can't sell it. 70. Who stands alone and proudly in the world, dying like a flower? 7 1, Spring Festival banquet, a glass of green wine and a song.
Pay tribute to Chen Sanyuan once again: First, may her husband be a thousand years old; Second, I hope my concubine is healthy; Third, I want to be like Liang, and I want to see you every year. 72, red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, spring palace wall Liu Mancheng.
Dongfeng evil, with a faint heart and a cup of sadness, has been separated for several years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo! Mo! Mo! 73, Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou Gudutou, Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building. 74。