New love songs in poetry

All the poems in Xianjian 3 appeal to charming feelings (poems when Jing Tian first met the snow). The star sinks and the moon sets in Ye Xiang, with a pointed hand, and the front edge continues to sing new songs. The heart is in harmony, love doesn't hurt the rivers and lakes, the blue sky is long, the road is long, the taste is long, and the feelings are affectionate. When Jing Tian met Solanum nigrum for the first time, I thought about cutting plums into the wind. Like a dream, Zhu's heart is in a daze. Mo Wen is still alive, but he cherishes what goes around comes around, and his soul has nowhere to go. He is greedy for the world. He doesn't envy fairy eyes and hazy fog (Ting Yun recalls Yu Shu's poem). His life experience is wandering and loneliness. He looks back and looks forward to helping each other. He is not old, and thunder is fleeting. After a storm comes a calm, we can't bear to leave lightly, and join hands as before. The wind was so strong that the boat was not tied properly, and finally. Laughing without a trace, whispering without a trace, the soul is broken and the old feelings are abandoned. Xuan Bing regrets the wind and complains, with empty dreams and hazy eyes. Wang Chunhua snows, Zi Xuan (a poem written by Zi Xuan to his daughter), the clear water is still without waves, the east wind turns, and the ripples rise slightly. Interesting, so I don't send anyone to know, Lanzhou * * every day. The drizzle drifted to Kinmen, and the frost (Jing Tian reunited with Xuegui). From ancient times to the present, people drift farther and get hurt farther. Dreams are empty, and pains are scattered. The dust is still not broken, and the sky is falling and looking for the yellow sky everywhere. Whether it's a trip to Imperial Street or a lost soul rain (Ice Valley: Solanum nigrum and Jing Tian fall off a cliff), people are falling and falling. I often think of the old house in Qian Qian, but I still don't regret it. My body is empty, and I am in tears. My dream is so short that I have no place to look for it. I always feel sad and my eyebrows are knotted. I have to pay attention to red lips and heavy buildings (Zi Xuan's ending, sighing heavy buildings). I feel sad all my life. Time is hard to send. Being alone, it's dark and desolate. It's hard to say that you admire Yuanyang's sadness, the wind is shear center, the ghosts are boundless, the feelings are short, the hatred is long, and the sorbet is beautiful. Where does Mo Wen go from here? In the sunset, it's only fixed, and the sword in the west wind growls. I want to leave spring at the end of the world without looking back. Looking back at countless flowers, it shows that you are charming, weak and lingering in spring, and the dust is bound. For people in Jiangxi, Hunan, Buried Hill and other places far away from water sources, the rain is more urgent. When they met, Ruan Langgui and Solanum nigrum finally became Byakki Smoker, dragging their souls, chasing green skirts, vaguely dreaming, tears wet Feng Yun thousands of miles away, and the grass grew new, and they came again every autumn. Warm and fragrant, the door of life and death has not been opened. A happy ending is hard to find, and the family is funny. Life is born infatuated. Suddenly looking back at the fairyland, it's good to go back to the couple's nest, shoot a group of films, abandon the sword and seal the knife, live in seclusion and return to the downtown area, be at ease, break the old dream of the Jianghu, let the wind fly in the six realms, and make the golden window embroiderer look enchanting, have a dark heart, and get married late. I am afraid that the years will fade, and it is difficult for people to look back at the fairy home in spring. It's good for the world. It's different to learn from the old rain. It's hard to buy a smile in ten years and a sword in ten years. (1) It is hard to buy a smile for ten years. (2) A sword cannot be broken for a thousand years. (2) A sword cannot be broken for a thousand years. (3) It is difficult to break love. (3) The same as in the dream. * * * First encounter in Jianghu. * * Shadow, sea, stone, rotten heart, oath, love, ghosts and gods, Zi Xuan, Xuanhua, loneliness, Hong Ting, a few clumps of condensed rain, gentle and graceful dancing, curling breeze, suitable for men, unable to bear to admire immortals, but unable to understand each other, accompanied by forgetfulness, practicing madness, dreaming of Xie Jia's small corridor, oblique and affectionate. The water in "Full Moon" is different from that in "Hua Meng in the Mirror". At the beginning of this mountain, the sheep will fall silent, tears will fall in spring, flowers will bloom and flowers will fall, and dreams will return to the golden wind and jade dew. Even if you are speechless, you will feel ashamed. Jiang Yue skillfully cooks a hundred flavors, smokes a half lone star, and lives somewhere tomorrow. It is common to peck at the world after drinking, but there is no other feeling, and the emotion is chaotic. Who is * * *? When I think back to Zi Xuan, I think of meeting at the beginning of the year, the fate of three generations, the continuation of this life, the fate of five spirits, self-crossing, clear water in my heart, going against the sky, sighing for a long time, feeling the world, longing for the waves of the sea, staying for half a life, and being desolate and infinite. Ruanlang went back to the leading edge of pneumatic embroidery, ashamed to peep at the bright moon, looking forward to the morning leaning against the door. Zhang Kan, like a dream, let the dream be as real as an illusion. When I woke up, I was very confused. I still miss my dream, saying that my head is low and I am infinitely shy. Zhang Kan, Zhang Kan, I want to tell you that I dare not go to the countryside. The old Qinyuan spring red shirt falls, and the Shu Road is rugged and majestic, sighing at the mirror and not knowing it. I can't escape my fate. I hope someone will trust me, even camp in the north, old Beijing Hutong, and I can't bear to fly south with my family and learn from Guo Shuo, and Feng Gang will cross the north and send a song of acacia from afar. Hate for a long time, not afraid of hordes. I'm not afraid of brother Jin's mind book. Nan Gezi held a pen in his right hand, and the golden notebook temporarily replaced the sand. I was fascinated by it. I don't know what I think about writing a book. Tan Lang smiled and didn't answer. I am ashamed and speechless. I can only talk about his feelings and complaints with a smile. At dusk, the curtain of Yao Su is full of love, and there are thousands of sounds in Chiba, which is full of charm. I don't know how far you are. Spring is in autumn, and you are looking at lifelong love. You are trapped through the ages, and the sky is falling apart. Don't ask Gu Ying, the earth is far away and people are complaining, and the branches are broken, turning into acacia. The river spreads like a cloud, covering a lonely star and looking at the horizon. The sky is far away. It's hard to meet, and it's even harder to meet. Not as good as sex and rain. It was blown away by the east wind. This is the fate of life. When I met you, I remembered my life. It's just a fairy change. The five spirits turned empty at the beginning and the world of mortals was full. I hesitate more, I am alone. I don't know where to go. I realized it! Enlightenment! Enlightenment! Green front sword, love is hard to break, meditation should regret the front line, climb the cloud, cold alliance is wrong, the tower is far away, this heart is hard to complain, no! Don't! Don't! The youth of Siyong Jiangchengzi is not reserved for teenagers. He died without hesitation. In his heart, he dedicated himself to this ship, swallowed thousands of glasses of wine from all over the world, held a sword and took away Wu Gou's feelings. On the reason, he stopped asking questions, didn't talk, and had nowhere to go. When will he stop? I am speechless, my eyes are charming, my life is weathered, I am speechless and desolate, the earth is vast, and nephrite is myriad. I shouldn't hate not going back to my hometown. What's wrong with wrong love? Byakki Smoker's face and broken hair on the pillow still love the fragrance of the stars. Looking at the dawn, I am infatuated with it. I only hope that time will stay, and it is difficult to reunite with the clouds. Stars will fall like rain, loneliness will fall, and the soul will go with the wind all night, thinking about old gifts. I have never said that nature is more difficult for people to think of the past and feel sad. I just hope to grow up together, and it's the hardest thing to blame for leaving sadness to leave. I am so lonely to the vast starry sky. Who can tell me, the flowers are blooming, and I regret it in my heart at dusk in spring. Thinking about Baidu in my dream is very unreal and I dare not touch it. If I had known the alliance between life and death, the ending would not be bad. I cut the plum blossoms in the sky and spent them in my dreams. At dusk, migratory birds fly south and return to the north, colorful flags are fluttering and the wind is rustling. 3. Langtaosha Liu Cui plays with smoke and sparse weeds. One day in Taoyuan, the sword is clear and the boat is clear, and Yuanyang is happy, not envious of immortals. What year is this year? There is wine to enjoy in life, and you are drunk in the deepest part of the world of mortals. Look at Qian Shan's "Legend of the Sword and the Chivalrous Man" 4 poems. Shan Xianyao Palace is lonely and locked for nine days, so it is better to laugh at the world of mortals. My flying sleeves are full of Tianhe boxes, and it is difficult to hold a sword. The blade and hidden Shi Zhongyu are also exquisite. The sky breaks through the clouds, the light condenses, the blue sky, the flat-drilling yarn dances hand in hand to watch the song, and the butterfly laughs off the pearl. Suddenly, the butterfly is full in the spring breeze, and the cold mirror is thin. Zhu Yan Zi Yingming's pupil condenses autumn water, the sword and meteor cut poetry, the jade dance is god, and the white cloud guest lives and dies for whom. On a cold night, I knew I was in love, and I went over. Cai Yong doesn't rob the peaks and valleys, who will chase the sun and the moon? Who can't return to dust? I want to break through the water with a sword, but I am full of youth. I want to grab the ashes, Ji Qin's love, the color of the grass, the scenery in spring, the shadows and the sinking of the city strings. I don't know how to travel freely. I hope to go to the twelfth floor of Yujing to wield a sword, break the clouds and see the stars, raise wine, attract phoenix with one song, and swim for thousands of years. Its jade muscle gives birth to bones in vain. It is better to scream with a sword than to be cold in the water. Li Xiaoyao, a handsome young man, is a poet of Xianjian. He seeks medicine to get married. A thousand miles is rugged and painstaking, and the sword is a beauty. There is a hole in Xiandao, Zhao Linger, and a solitary lotus sleeps in the pool. Once the storm falls on the water, may you pick it up and cherish it. The unruly girl in Lin Yueru is your daughter. You can fight for marriage and move your heart. I hope I can rely on you to accompany you as a knight. Anu is like a flower, a seedling, a ghost and a spirit. He likes meeting a gentleman for the first time. Falling flowers are intended to be tied, and the moon is willing to be a star. In Caiyi (Butterfly Dance Spring Garden), the spring flowers are as frosty as a few degrees, and the autumn moon is alone. When infatuation meets true feelings, butterflies will turn red makeup. The blade master hates evil as hatred, like dumpling, and shoulders the heavy responsibility of exorcism. Swing evil in all directions, across Qian Shan to kill monsters. The Nine Sword Immortals have lost their minds in the world of mortals. Wandering the stars and playing with the sun and the moon, drunk in the clouds and laughing at the world. Lin Tiannan Lin Jiabao dominates one side, rich and heroic; In order to protect my prestige, I forced my daughter to compete in the East Bed. I'd rather have bright stars. Can I meet you across the galaxy? Not afraid of the distance, I just hope to fly to your side at this moment. The past is like smoke, dreaming, adding my thoughts; Even if you pursue it for 10 thousand years, the love in this life will not change! In the Baihe River, weeping willow leaves float on the cold autumn river, and light smoke clouds sway with the wind. Western jackdaw in the west adds autumn at dusk, and the flowing water is lonely. The flute sounded in Yungu Hefeng Qinggu, and the white crane fluttered. Let bygones be bygones, join hands with Yunfeng Yinxian Township. Don't be infatuated with butterfly's tears, just complain for a long time without pity. True love does not regret, I hope you will always remember me. Continue the unfinished fate. Since ancient times, heroes and teenagers have been like water beauties. This life is empty and sad, and it will continue in the afterlife. Peach blossom dreams are colorful, red clouds are shining around, and green mountains and green waters are far away; Powder casting grease is as soft as water, and the depths of the peach forest are accompanied by jun jiao. Don't be sad for your beauty as the bright moon, and don't be sad for your name. Yesterday, I was always deeply rooted. He saw traces in his dreams at night. Zhao Linger-lingering fairy island does not look back, why not forget; Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water without trace. You are a stranger today. Nine Sword Immortals: Imperial swords come like the wind to ward off evil spirits. There is wine in the world, and I am happy without wine. Drink all the rivers and swallow the sun and the moon, and a thousand cups will not get drunk. I am the only wine inspection line. Nine Sword Immortals-Shangshufu drinks nectar for a hundred hours, and the drunken dance sword is empty. Heel play is all over the sky, and the howling is all over the world. Zhao Linger-Singing in the Town Demon Tower, Fairy Spirit, Fairy Island, Hidden Fairy Trace, Teenagers Seeking Fairy. Fairy in Fairy Palace don't know each other and mistake Cowherd for lover. Zhao Linger's hidden ending (poems by Li Xiaoyao and Zhao Linger) was endless yesterday, and there was a huge gap between life and death. To solve your worries, think about it. Things are like a dream. You can smile and ride the wind. I don't know how to worry about my youth, but I will give wine under the eaves to tie the knot. Beauty is hard to get rid of, and a sword is a beauty. The sword of infatuation is independent of Yunshan, and the long wind is full of sleeves. South China in the Spring and Autumn Period, remember every frontier. The rivers and lakes are full of shadows and green hills are everywhere, which is not romantic. Cut the waves a hundred times, but you can't reach Wan Li, and the sword will cool China. Today, this is Chen's fate, and this feeling remains the same. Look for the blue sky again and laugh at ten years of wandering in the rivers and lakes. Only duckweeds follow the water, and the water disappears with the wind. The mourning string continues, and the dream is hard to stay. The stormy waves are seamless, but love and hate are always hard to stop. Stay for a long time, looking back, it's hard to accept. Fairy sword divine comedy teenagers can't bear to be sad, boating and paying for water. Poor butterfly, covered in wind and rain. Immortals and chivalrous men are carefree, possessed by demons, loving kindness and softness, and have enmity with the world of mortals, but they are firm and firm, and their flutes are silent. Gaunt and take off your coat, beauty is worried about you. Frost and snow shed tears vaguely, slaves have dreams, and the moon is like a hook. Looking back at the young flute rhyme, I wish you would go far away and stay empty. I'm sorry that Lingshan refused to get married after seeing you off. I'm sorry, the virgin left dust and fragrant soul, and sighed. It's hard to miss where to send it now. (1) The bamboo wind is rustling and heroic. Who has ever seen violets blossom? The name cluster is dotted with little stars. Peony colorful dishes are unique, and the heart of the son is biased towards the woman. Peach blossoms in the forest rain, like no lovers. Essay Poetry (2) There is no trace of the world of mortals, and the moon is like Woodenhead. Frost leaf sword dance is really fake, but there is still no love-hate relationship. It is difficult to ban the sword to reflect the feelings, and the grievances are entangled. A thousand miles of smoke, ghosts and gods dance around. The wind and rain are coming, the rivers and lakes are stormy, and the sword is frosty. For a while, the clouds are waiting for God's will, and for a while, it is calm, and the clouds are in the west and in the east. When the gods and demons are at war, fidgety and swaying, the snake sticks cry, the clouds turn black and pray, when can we be together forever?