spring
The scenery of Ran Ran is unfamiliar to both the East and the West, and the charming soul can't be found for several days. Mi Jia Yu Ke Ban Xin, Ye Ye advocates always getting to know each other.
Warm, peach trees are late in the west, and peaches stand upright. Where's the dragon and the phoenix? This is also a puzzling mystery.
Drunk is like the dawn, and the dream is broken. I'm worried that the iron net will cover the coral and open the sea.
The belt is ruthless and wide, and the spring smoke is white. I don't know whether yan dan has breached Shi Tian, but I hope I can get a prison lock.
When Luo Wei was arrested, the fragrant muscles were cold and wrinkled. Today, the east wind is invincible, turning into light into the west sea.
summer
The rain curtain in the front pavilion is not sad, and the trees in the back hall are shaded. The scenery in Shicheng is yellow, and it is empty at midnight.
The silk fan calls the wind into the sky, and the waves spin gently. Does Shu Soul have a lonely companion? A few nights later, kapok bloomed.
The ghost palace finally got light from the shadows, and Yan Xunlan whispered softly. I taught Han Yin to throw himself into his arms, but I didn't send Xing Fei to come and go.
What is the source of turbid water and clear waves? The river is clear and the Yellow River is turbid. Andrew lifted his skirt in the mist and took a cloud chariot to call Taijun.
autumn
The moon is wet, and the cold toad falls into the stars. The cloud screen does not move to hide loneliness, and the west building is in a hurry to fly kites all night.
I want to weave acacia flowers and send them far away, but I miss each other all day long. But when I heard the sound of Beidou, I didn't see the clarity and shallowness of the long river.
Goldfish lock off the red laurel spring, and the ancient wind and dust are full of Yuanyang Yin. Sadly, the small garden is a long road, and Yushu has no sympathy for national subjugation.
The lyre's possession of Chu Nong is getting colder and thinner. Night fright frost parrot with curtain hook, evokes the dream of South Cloud circling the cloud.
Ding joined the ruler element and recorded the acquaintance of Xiangchuan. Song lip held the rain all his life, but it was a pity that the fragrance was in his hand.
winter
Sunrise in the east, sunset in the west, the female phoenix flies alone, and the female dragon is few. Qingxi Baishi is not opposite, and the class is far away.
The frozen wall is covered with frost, the fragrant roots are broken, and the heart is dead. The waves beat the toad, and the moon moths may not be beautiful.
Chu Guan is full of worries, and the empty city dances with his waist. At that time, Huan was performing in the palm of his hand, and his peach root was a twin sister.
Broken scorpions are cold, and white jade swallows golden cicadas. When the windmill rains, the horse won't support it, and the candle cries red and complains.
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I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
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The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
spring rain
I wear white clothes for the Spring Festival, but I only think about Baimancheng, where I can't go. There are two red mansions facing the cold, covered by rain, and a pearl curtain lamp shakes my lonely heart and goes home.
The long road ahead will be full of new difficulties, in the middle of the night, the interval of short dreams. Oh, I'm sending you this message, these jade earrings! I saw a lonely goose in a cloud three thousand miles away.
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The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves. I know that this kind of love will not have any result, and melancholy is frivolous.
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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will turn to ashes before tears dry.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
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A wisp of faint phoenix-tailed yarn, fragrant and multiplied, meets Biwen at night. It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely, how far can a pomegranate flower whisper? . I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river, where will I stay in the southwest?
Live in Roche Pavilion and pay homage to Cui Yong.
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city. Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving residual lotus to listen to the rain.
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
The flowers have fallen
Visitors to the High Court have been competing to leave; The spring flowers in the small garden are dancing in the wind. The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
Caption: I copied this from others.
Prose poetry:
Happiness and sadness
Happiness is liking someone, even if two people can't be together, they just want to be close to her. This is also a joy and a sadness, that is, a person, but not together, can only leave alone, just want a quiet life. .
Who smiles and pretends not to be sad?
There are always some people who seem to be happy all day, smiling without care, like children. They will say that playing is my greatest pleasure, and I like playing very much. When there are many people, there is always a smile on their faces, and many people will envy them. However, this is actually their most sad place. They don't want others to see their sad side, let alone, because he is always alone in the dead of night.
Sadness has become a counter-current river, weaving the dazzling wounds of the night.
When sadness goes upstream, some things just pass by.
Sadness you can't understand (wisteria)
The world is pitiful, pathetic, hateful, even more ridiculous, mixed with love and hate, tragic and unchangeable, ambiguous and unforgettable. Yesterday, the flowers withered, the leaves fell, and autumn was in full bloom. Today, the water was frozen and the wind was cold, and winter suddenly came in a hurry overnight. Tomorrow, the pain of the past was revealed, dew gathered, and the ground was covered in the morning.
Swing and watch sadness.
Our sadness is so strong.
Make up a little sadness
The failure of a relationship made my heart sink to the bottom. In the blink of an eye, my world became dim. His departure made me heartless. All he left was a cold figure. He once said that eternity, the seas run dry and the rocks crumble, is only a virtual scene in the end. This is only a virtual one, but it is also true and false. Who really cares? Sweet beginning and bitter ending. Who will clean up this unbearable situation? It was raining lightly on the day of parting, and we stayed quietly for a long time under the dim street lamp. In the silent night, we
Fall in love with sadness
Who has dedicated death to youth; Who has shed tears in the sea; There are no eagles flying high in the blue sky, and seagulls flying so low.
Who melted my sadness?
A night of thinking about snow hypnotizes, and the sun is purple in spring. When all is silent, the white world is printed in your eyes through the cracks in the curtains, oh! It's really snow in Wan Li, and mountains and rivers are two worlds overnight! There you are at last! So I got out of bed in a hurry, so that I put on my clothes backwards; Wash in a hurry, but forget to dress up. Distant memories appear at this moment, and I seem to have returned to the snowy countryside in the north, a long-lost hill. No, there is some steam coming out from around.
Sad season
Sadness, fallen leaves, autumn
Sad reality
What are you looking for? Dreams are endless. Princes will go against my wishes and travel in the sky is safe. In front of Linglong Tower, grief and indignation gushed out, pity and sorrow urged white hair. Are we from Artemisia capillaris? We are as exhausted as dragons in the pool. What's wrong with starting from scratch if you don't want to be a hero all your life? I have no regrets in my heart and dream of self-realization. Scott is 23 years old now. Never give up the future, cut off the thorns in your hand with one sword.
On a bleak night, whose sadness is the end? 》
I whisper: for the lonely world of mortals, the humble ending. I sigh: time is like water, gone forever. I shed tears: for the sake of youth, I instantly turned to dust. -Inscription A person crossing this familiar street is somewhat sad and lonely. Standing on the street corner, watching the crowd, turning around, the strange face under the neon lights could not find any warm feeling, which suddenly made me cry. A couple walked by, fingers clasped. It's the first time I've looked at it so seriously. Think of the person in the article, so attached. Not a prince
My sadness is hidden where you can't see it.
After all, I was too superficial, so I missed those blooming seasons. ? ; I forgot what I was looking for and what I was waiting for. I wonder if the last one has the original meaning. Just know, live, whether numb or positive. Until we are old and dead. ? ; The man who agreed to be at the ends of the earth with himself. Finally. Or walk into the auditorium with others first. Everything is so natural and happy, but everything we have is discriminated against by the world. My proudest love,