Xu Jisheng's masterpiece of love poems

The moment of love, in the name of angels

Because of my past life,

We are destined to meet in this life,

The encounter in this life,

Maybe it's a sequel to a previous life story.

I don't know whether the sequel of this life is sad or happy.

You can only find it in the direction of previous life traction!

Looking for it,

I put your name in my subconscious.

Keep clicking,

Listen to that eternal love song, far and near,

Far and near.

Travel through time and space,

In addition to missing,

We started to compete between the two cities,

Open your heart,

Let the memories of past lives pour under our fingers.

For love,

I once rejected all lip-synching,

But I can't refuse you,

I am an elf in a previous life!

I once closed my broken heart,

Turn yourself into an ice wall,

But I can't stop thinking about your heart!

When dreams are awakened by spring,

You let go of your loving wings,

Meet me on a beautiful day,

The night has also changed because of your appearance.

Rich and magical.

You are the only waiting in my life,

I can't tell the story of a thousand years.

Lonely and helpless.

I wasted my time looking for you.

For a thousand years,

Before I take the Naihe Bridge again,

Complete the dreams and expectations of this life!

As the days passed,

I stand on the edge of missing,

Waiting for your heart to recover,

Do you still remember our lingering in previous lives?

With tears on the stone?

Do you remember the cry at the bridge?

I don't believe,

A bowl of Mengpo soup,

Can stop our love in this life!

My heart is so naked,

I can see everything in your eyes.

I'm used to waiting for you,

Accustomed to loneliness,

What is the reincarnation of a thousand years?

You occupied my heart silently,

I can't extricate myself, and I don't want to look back.

Go deep into the soul,

We listen to each other's heartbeats.

My thoughts are like planetesimals.

Shining in your night sky,

Your smile falls into my poem,

Leave traces of our love in this life;

Roses sway my clusters of poems,

I don't have a decent poem for you!

You don't have to try to wake up the memories of past lives,

This is our only life,

We want to be a part of this life,

Complete the miracle before the soul nirvana.

If you are a small tree,

I am a touch of new green for you,

If you were a grass,

I am the dew on the leaves,

Heart,

Now it's open,

Please don't close it again!

Time keeps banging on our heads,

Life is limited, love can't stand the long wait,

Don't wait for the flowers to wither before picking roses!

I don't want eternity in my last life and the next,

Can't become a Buddha or an immortal,

I just need the lingering with you in this life!

In love,

I saw the time between our fingers.

Flowing away happily,

Let it flow, let it flow,

As long as I have you,

Don't be afraid to die once!

There's nothing to be afraid of when you die once,

As long as you are in ...

You said ... that's called ... lover's knot.

I really want to grow old happily in this knot.

Love between cicada and molting

exuviate

I am your cicada.

Ever since you abandoned me cruelly

I stay where I am.

Continue to remember

There is no blood in your stab wound.

My lovesickness is like your transparent wings

I miss the days when we love each other every day.

At that time, we were really inseparable

To protect your fragile life

I will be the only one for you.

In the dark, we snuggled together and sang together.

* * * grow together in a beautiful yearning.

But once you're on the bright road,

Your love has changed direction.

You left me here cruelly.

Fly hand in hand with another cicada

I've been waiting here all summer

You never look back at me.

My body has no residual temperature.

Leaving only an empty shell hanging on the tree.

cicada

Although we are one.

But you shouldn't step into the hall of love.

Maybe there are many ways to love.

But your love let me down.

In the days with you.

My heart is locked in the dark by you.

Can't relax at all.

See how cruel your selfishness is.

It changed our love.

I don't want to fall into stale love.

Lead a miserable life

My rebellion grew wildly in the dark.

until one day

I gently poke a small hole in your imprisonment.

Only to find that the wind outside is so light.

The sky is so blue.

But my love is so bitter and gloomy.

until one day

I finally have the courage.

Break the shackles of love

I can finally sing freely in the sky.

I bowed my head more than once.

Look at my dead body and love.

I saw my cicada clothes sitting on the tree.

Tears blurred.

in fact

I miss that dark past, too

But this will only strengthen my faith.

Fly to the free sky

End of movement

In fact, there is no right or wrong in love.

The story of cicada and molting

It's staged around us every day.

If you want to double insurance our love.

We should learn the story of cicada shedding its shell.

Qu Yuan

There's still a long way to go, Xiu Yuan,

I'll search up and down.

-"Li Sao"

It is unnecessary to read Qu Yuan at night.

Take the candle

Along the afterglow of Lisao

Only one step away.

He entered the state of Chu.

On the banks of Xiangjiang River, the morning sunshine.

In the mountains.

Grieving, screaming in the sky.

A mean old man

Is that you?

Sit in the depths of dusk and bury it.

Sitting in the depths of history, crying and offering sacrifices to history.

Let the soul take off its shoes

Your heavy sigh surprises you.

That teardrop

Through the dark heart

On the way to release

Your heart is broken.

Lonely dreams trudge to truth night after night.

The end result is no way out.

Where is home? Where is the destination?

Only the water of Miluo River.

It's still clean

Jiugege

You hold the boulder and sink into the bottom of the river.

A river of clear water is dyed red by truth.

Du Yingcheng

The smoke of Chu has not yet dispersed.

Tears of May 5th.

Soak the eyes of history

li po

Martyrs bump into jade pots and cherish their old age.

Three cups of sword dance autumn moon, suddenly singing and crying.

-"Yu Hu Yin"

Truth is hidden in drunken words.

The scenery is full of harm.

A poet soaked with tears and wine.

Holding a jade pot

Stumbling on the Xiangyang road

Be stopped by urchins to sing

Spilled wine all over the street

Have an unrecognized talent

Daming Ye Can

Why do you want to take the "antique" of 59 yuan again?

Think about the past and think about the present.

It's hard to get through the Shu Road, and it's hard to get to the sky.

Princes who are addicted to money and money.

With Xuanzong

Just a bunch of vulgar people.

Why are you sad about it?

The nights are getting longer and longer.

At dusk, the world is crying.

There are more and more graves.

Let truth make way for darkness.

But you're just a star.

A star cannot penetrate the darkness of history.

But you're just a can of wine

A jar of wine is not fragrant.

One hundred years and 36,000 days

You have to pour 300 cups a day.

On the way to "pay back the money"

You are drunk and shake into a Tang poem.

Tears of a thousand years are dripping from poetry.

Yimanwode bookstore

Autumn is deep and heavy.

The moon is as cold as water.

Just drunk?

The time will come to ride the wind and waves.

sail across the sea

A few rows of weeds came head-on ...

Xin Qiji

However, the word "swastika" is flat and military.

In exchange for the owner's tree planting book.

-"Partridges, prime of life, banners holding ten thousand people"

Ah, I'm going home!

Ah, I'm going home!

Daihu Xi pan

Old Master Q's stick is "nothing"

Go back a thousand times a day

well-versed in both polite letters and martial arts

aim for the highest?

But I fell into a secluded village.

Keep company with seagulls.

The king has always been fatuous.

How many boles are there in the world?

The sun in the west leans towards the building.

In the plaintive sound of lonely geese flying away in the sky

Guanshanhewan, Li Hu City, Qi Fei

Full of vicissitudes

The liver and intestines are broken-be sad.

what can I do?

Fish and birds on the river for decades

with one's lofty aspirations unrealized

Li Qian Gu Jun

Leave resentment in vain

Jia Xuan ju nei

The old gentleman is drunk.

Kill the thief is in my dream.

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