The deepest love, to those who know best. ...
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In ancient poetry, there are often the most witty words, which make people memorable. The deepest feelings, the loneliest people, the most desolate places ... every sentence is a picture, which is heartbreaking.
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The most idiotic person
Dead Hua Lian, leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine
Song Liu Yong
I leaned on the balcony alone, in the faint breeze;
Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark.
In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.
I'll drown my sorrows in wine:
When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless.
I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
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Most worried
Young mermaid, Chunhua Qiuyue: When is it?
Nan Tang Li Yu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
The small building blew eastward again last night.
The old country is unbearable to look back on the moon!
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
How much sadness can you have?
Like a river flowing eastward.
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The most beautiful love
Touching Fish and Qiu Yan's Ci
Jinyuan is curious.
Ask the world, what is love, teaching life and death?
Flying in all directions, the old wings have been hot and cold several times.
Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school.
You have something to say: Wan Liyun,
Who does the sunset snow in Qian Shan only shadow?
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots.
The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, for poets,
Singing and drinking, visiting Qiu Yan.
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The most beautiful parting
Yu Linling is cold and sad.
Song Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
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.
Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk sank into ChuTiankuo.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out!
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?