Modern poetry of three sacred poems

Time passes through mottled shadows.

Leave the moonlight to sing alone

Youyou water flows eastward.

Who lost weight?

Things or people.

Hair turned white.

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The ancient door of fate has quietly opened.

Fluorescence of flash starting point of Sansheng stone

who is it?

In the interweaving of night and dawn

In the embrace of starlight and cold night.

Looking for the only thing in life

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-Past lives

Quiet lamp

Stand up straight and worry about the ladies.

Blue shirt and white sleeves

Xiao Yu Ji Yan Xin Ji

Aromatic sleeve

Soft around the fingers

Half-rolled lotus is empty and thin.

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Qingyanlou

Idiots send sadness.

My heart is quiet and elegant.

Hongyan dreams of love sinus

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Since late autumn

Shiqiaokou

West water flows east.

Yiren is waiting.

Mandarin ducks in pairs.

Married men may get old.

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-This kind of life

Taohuatang

Several mulberry trees

Spring silkworms don't grow.

Several sunsets

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She, the delicate and charming Haitang.

He was, uh, exiled.

She is beautiful and young.

He is, down and out.

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Qingshitang

Red lotus blooms.

Pleasant people enjoy flowers in the park.

Poor lang leaned against the stone.

Look up suddenly

Noodles are absolutely flat

The heart is dry and slippery.

hemorrhagic

Poor Iraqis have no intention.

Feel sad and lonely

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Not afraid of the sky, not afraid of people's disappointment.

I'm afraid that beautiful women will break people's intestines.

Until the end of the world.

won't forget

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-The afterlife

Previous years

He wrote her name on the stone.

this life

The two met by the sansheng stone.

Just to continue writing the chapters of past lives.

A later era/time

He became a green tree.

Waiting for her visit

Qianxi watch

She thought about it for three thousand years.

The road was dusty by the wind.

Look at each other from a distance

The vicissitudes of a tree

My mind became sad.

Small curtains and lighting windows

The great river outside the threshold

Hua Xie Hua Wan Kai Li Sun

May a lover come to say goodbye.

Acacia people are no longer heartbroken