Guest arrival
Du Fu
The north and south of the thatched cottage are all springs, and the flock of gulls flew in.
The old lady didn't sweep the flower path for the guests. Today, it's only for you. Chai Men hasn't opened it for you yet, but it will open it for you today.
Too far from the city, too far from good food, too thin family background, only old wine.
Shall we ask my old neighbor to join us? Call him through the fence and empty the jar? .
Xiang Si
Wang Wei
Red bean shrubs grow in the south and produce many branches in spring.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Homesickness-Yu Guangzhong
Hours later
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
See you later, huh?
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom, ah, it's in there.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
The door of a girl's heart is made of glass, which is very pure. From the inside to the outside, from the outside to the inside, it is clear at a glance.
The heart of a woman in her twenties is made of wood. You can't see anything inside, but a passionate flame can make the heart door burn, and then you can walk in.
The heart door of a woman in her thirties is made of iron fence. She can go in with the key, but there are only two or three keys.
The heart door of a woman in her forties is a pure iron gate. There is no key, but there is a password. Only one person knows the password.
The heart door of a woman in her fifties is made of cement. There is no key, no password, but a gentle trickle can slowly penetrate.
shoulder
Oh, handsome boy
In childhood
Look at your shoulders.
I just imagine.
one day
I want to reach that height.
So I've been chasing.
hope
Some people will say that I am similar to you.
but
at present
I don't know anymore.
Did I reach that shoulder height?
Because you left.
No-Zhang Yingheng
(to Louise, to Kogoro, to Yuxi)
Just because I said no doesn't mean I didn't.
I don't have it with me. Not in front of my eyes.
I didn't say anything. I looked up and found it.
No stars, no sky, no space, no.
It's not that there is no body in the footsteps.
No power
Not to mention I close my eyes.
I dream of peace, no heart, no you, no.
Not when the memory is about to fill up.
"No?" —— Zhang Yingheng
Can't my body sink?
If I can't live up to your expectations
Can't I just stay still and grow into the tree you raised?
If I am just an ordinary person, that's all.
So this is it, isn't it?
If you write poetry to be a writer, a genius or something.
Then let me be silent from the beginning, let me be depressed and let me die. Is this not good?
I am who I am. Really?
Tibetan Woodcut Love Poems in Lhasa —— Cangyang Jiacuo
At that moment, I raised my horse not to beg for happiness, but to wait for your arrival.
On that day, I closed my eyes and suddenly heard the true words in your Ode to Scripture in the fragrant fog of the temple.
On that day, the Mani Pile was built not for Xiu De, but to throw stones at the Heart Lake.
That night, I listened to Brahma sing all night, not for enlightenment, but for you.
That January, I shook all the prayer tubes not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips.
That year, I kowtowed to climb the mountain, not to see you, but to stick to your warmth.
I've climbed over mountains and water pagodas all my life, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the road.
At that moment, I soared to immortality, not for immortality, but for your peace and happiness.
The person I miss most-Tian Yuan
I want to see you.
But we haven't met yet.
Because of this.
I miss it very much.
300 sleepless nights
Makes me want to stay.
Dear baby
I will love you forever.
A Flowering Tree-Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.