Drink a thousand cups today, can we meet again when the Ming Dynasty is gone?
Keep drinking, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
Queqiaobie
How can we understand the sadness of the magpie bridge when the breeze rises and the autumn insects wail? This kind of farewell is the same every day across a river. Ropa's tea wipes your tears, silently cares about each other, and her eyes are hazy. How could he have the heart to turn around and just wish he could not be with you? The moon is low and foggy, who makes the autumn wind follow?
hiking
The spring breeze is green all night,
The rain in Mao Mao is a little red.
Warm, sleepless, prosperous,
I wonder who wants to be with you.
Beauty is gone.
The west wind began to blow last night, which disturbed my mind. Every spring comes, I will have a good dream and stay in bed every night.
How can a cold lamp carry through the long night? A cup of bitter tea, two rolls of idle books, so stay oblique.
The light shone through the door. A person went downstairs and only saw the fallen flowers piled up on the ground, sighing, yesterday.
Cordate telosma can only be a memory of next month! Yichuan tobacco is full of melancholy, and how much residual fragrance goes with the wind!
Why lovesickness?
If you don't know the way in your dream, how can you comfort Acacia?
A light steed can take me home.
Holding hands with your lover and drinking wine from your hometown.
Lonely lights and rainy nights are crazy, sweet words are long!
Happy next stop?
Yesterday, my good mood has left.
Today, the gray sky fueled my gloomy mood.
I stood in the light drizzle,
Looking forward to leaving me in the same place yesterday,
Looking for good memories that once belonged to you and me,
Who knows everything will be blowing in the wind,
I was the only one standing there stupidly,
Waiting for the warmth closest to the soul.
I have asked myself countless times:
Where will my happiness be?
At this moment, all that remains is a long wait like night.
I hope the long-awaited bus can take me to my dream destination.
Who knows that I got on the late bus,
All I can see is a thousand lines of tears running down the window.
My eyes blurred and familiar images appeared.
However, in that sudden turn,
Memories seem to fall heavily on the ground and become blurred.
I only heard a broken sound in my chest.
Looking out the window at everything that is blurred,
Look up ahead,
Hear the voice from my heart:
Maybe the next stop is happy?
The rain outside the window is getting heavier!
Two lines of tears fell on my face.
Sigh of spring
Spring breeze and rain in Mao Mao are very annoying.
Sleep all night in the cold light listening to the rain.
If you don't go back to the rain,
The whole city is full of flowers.
Recall acacia
The night is boundless, and there is nowhere to find the joys and sorrows in the dream. When you wake up, you will break through the West Park. People are disappointed, wandering in the air, how worried. Leaving this world is the most unbearable thing. People are haggard, empty tears, and wine into sorrow turns thousands of tears. People are drunk, their hearts are broken, and their feelings are hard to get rid of, but life is painful in all aspects, which makes Zhu Yan change. Alone in the building, acacia turns into scattered rain.
i want to hold your hand
In the sea of people,
I searched you a thousand times,
I always believe that as long as I wait quietly and patiently,
You will come to me through the sea of people,
Coming with an innocent and pure smile,
Give me the warmth of spring.
Maybe it's God's will,
Let you and I meet in this winter,
I will hold your hand tightly,
I won't let you slip away from my life,
I want to enjoy the warmth you gave me,
Since then, there is no cold blank in my world.
Because you're here,
Even if the heavy snow blocks my eyes,
I won't lose my way,
Because you're here,
I won't wander at the next intersection,
Walk bravely through the snow and never miss a certain temperature.
I want to hold your hand tightly,
Let the warmth spread through my every pore.
Drive away the cold in winter and the loneliness in my heart.
Let snowflakes fall quietly in our world,
In this pure white world
Leaving only your footprints and mine. . . . .
Spring injury
Out of the water, spring is far away, not pink and green, but tears. Youth is fleeting, beauty is old, and everything is dust in the end. People are frustrated and empty, and only drink residual wine to solve thousands of worries. Why are teenagers so sad? They can drink 3000 cups.
Pathfinding
Winter wind and snow meet early, and thousands of trees wither. The cold wind disturbs pedestrians, and the cold winter is a sad day, but when it comes to parting, who sees the tears of fallen leaves as tears that leave people? Lonely geese fly south, who can solve the suffering of lovesickness? The north wind urges guests to cry, and the eyes are boundless. Snowflakes are flying, asking heaven where is the way home?
Autumn fu
Drunk and drunk,
The autumn wind blew away all the flowers.
How many people will there be in a hundred years,
Looking back, my hair is in full bloom.
Queqiaobie
How can we understand the sadness of the magpie bridge when the breeze rises and the autumn insects wail? This kind of farewell is the same every day across a river. Ropa's tea wipes your tears, silently cares about each other, and her eyes are hazy. How could he have the heart to turn around and just wish he could not be with you? The moon is low and foggy, who makes the autumn wind follow?
Tread on magpie
The breeze has started, the heat has gone, and it is another year to get together at the bridge. Holding your hand and growing old with your son, who can solve homesickness? Thousands of tears turned into sunset rain. There are countless flowers in the world, and who dares to be so attached? See the bamboo shadow clearly, the world of mortals is gone, and listen to the breeze!
People are in Jiangnan
It's misty and rainy in autumn, and rainy nights keep me awake for a long time.
Human nature is lustful in Jiangnan, but it is difficult to see the journey.
I don't forget the people around me in my dream, and the wind blows bamboo curtains to draw boats.
A few fallen flowers go with the water, leaving a few worries in the air.
Zuijiaren
The morning dew is accompanied by fog until it clears up, and the beauty wears makeup to cover up her fatigue.
I saw you again in my dream last night. It turned out to be acacia!
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The moon and stars are like acquaintances, smiling and remembering beautifully.
Ruthless is not like sentimental bitterness, I have met you in countless dreams!
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Drink a thousand cups today, can we meet again when the Ming Dynasty is gone?
Keep drinking, and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
A pleasant hike
Thousands of miles of autumn wind urges gold leaves, and the clear sky in Wan Li shows Kunpeng.
Set a lofty ambition and let me travel in China.
He zhongqiu
Autumn wind and drizzle welcome the festival, and flowers and water enjoy the autumn moon.
The ends of the earth * * * send acacia this month!
Warm spring trip
Birds in Qian Shan herald spring, and peach blossoms bloom with the wind.
The spring breeze warms Wan Li all night, and pedestrians on the road wear light clothes.
Happy Lantern Festival
From spring to the first full moon of the earth, the moon shadow is suspected of floating.
The fire tree and silver flowers are endless, and the colorful lights are fascinating.
Happy Valentine's Day
The morning light is like a drizzle, roses are dancing and the wind is blowing.
People who love flowers are also drunk and shy and clear.
Happy New Year!
Flying snow resigns the old year, and new faces smile to welcome the new year.
Firecrackers are a blessing, and Wan Li and China are everywhere new.
The snow is fluttering and the wind is cold, and the leaves are everywhere.
Ice and snow hold hands all the way, watching the ebb and flow with warmth and dependence!
The strong wind made me dream all night, and Wan Li was covered with gold leaves.
The cold wind is dazzling, and the temperature drops. I advise you to put on more clothes.
Your tender wound
I was both happy and sad when you passed by.
Towards the final forgetfulness,
I always miss the past,
Those scattered vows,
We plant languages like trees,
Cut it down like a tree.
At first, all I remember is that you were dressed in white.
The image of splash,
No matter how you and the world treat me,
Let me still embrace the ancient poem,
Leave me a pen that keeps drying up,
Let all the secular praise go up in smoke,
Snowflakes flying all over the sky,
Your gentle injury to me,
When I lick the wound,
That smell,
I still have your fragrance in my memory.
Life is not that long.
Life is not that long,
If we are not together, we are not together.
I can stand there and remember,
Let youth get lost in the sentimental rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River.
Life is not that long,
It's too short for me to forget you,
The wind can't blow away your breath,
I remember you crying for many years.
Life is not that long,
Missing is not a hopeless sentence,
I hope the cloud will hold it up,
I pray that I will never miss you again in my next life!
I just want to live for you for one day in my life.
I just want to live for you for one day,
This is my greatest wish,
Don't break my heart again,
Even if we never meet again,
I know this situation is endless,
Why let this hatred continue.
I just want to live for you for one day,
This is my greatest wish,
How much love I have missed in my life,
Hidden in my heart,
I can't see the seas run dry and the rocks crumble,
How hard it is for me to forget.