The stars are moving day by day with sweat, and they have been in the old place for one year.
not all things are for the eyes, but I have changed my feelings and sent a message.
the white head is floating and falling, and the world of mortals is full of sorrows and joys.
I forgot my feelings for nine days, but I gathered my eyebrows to remember our meeting.
Remember the dream
There is no hope of empty sorrow in the clouds and shadows, and there are thoughts of fading grass and setting sun.
Hans Zhang is ashamed of the autumn wind in Luoxia, and the spring scenery in the south of the Yangtze River belongs to Qiu Chi.
don't dream about the bluebird, but go to Taodu to find Zizhi.
Zeng * * worked in running water for years, and he didn't hesitate to wait for his return.
Chrysanthemum
High curative value and dew are flying towards the net, and autumn feelings are pitiful.
the distant sky is faint, and the double petals are all beautiful.
thin body is like rhyme, high heart is not afraid of cold.
the fragrance fades away, and the moon shines on the railing.
the trees are still green in the evening and autumn, and the sky is high and the air is cool.
the wine is red, white and yellow.
when the rain turns over, the color will increase, and the wind will steal the fragrance.
there's no need to fight for spring.
to cherish the memory
Today beginning of autumn is gone, and the years are really fast.
the dragonfly looks forward to going, while the swan stays in the future.
no one will be able to migrate, floating and falling, and being good to the world.
who can wait for each other for a long time, only home moss.
Today is my last year, and I miss my hometown in another country.
the flowers in the garden are small, and the birds under the window are noisy.
it takes a long time to ask each other, but if you are lonely, you can help.
suddenly dreaming, let alone disappearing.
when you say today, it's against your heart.
how can Jianye be glorious if it is arrogant and arrogant?
I never doubt meeting you in my dream, but when I wake up, the letter has flown.
when will you return to your hometown when you are in another country?
there's no way to die, and life is lost.
Lonely in the north, Yu Yi goes out of the east gate.
years pass by, but feelings remain on paper.
what's the reason for the distant delivery? I'm afraid of dusk.
recalling the past, after dusk, the sky became shorter and longer.
Chen Wang's poems are full of color, and Han Yan's body is fragrant.
Zhou Lang missed the song, and the shadow became a minor injury.
life is destined to meet, and gathering and parting will thank the gray.