Xu zhimo
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and became a cloud in another world.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant.
That pool under the shade of elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky;
Crushed in floating seaweed, a rainbow-like dream is precipitated.
Looking for dreams? Holding a long pole, slowly trace back to greener grass;
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't sing, it's quietly leaving other voices;
Summer insects are also silent for me, silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly, just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.
Happy snow
Xu zhimo
If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
I won't be disappointed in deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Travel in the clouds
Xu zhimo
That day, you wandered in the air,
Free and relaxed, you don't want to stay.
On the other side of the sky or in the corner of the earth,
Your happiness is unrestrained,
You are more casual on the humble ground.
There are first-class rivers, although you are bright.
When crossing the road, I found his ethereal soul.
Wake him up and hold on to your beautiful image.
He clung to deep sadness,
Because beauty cannot stand still in the landscape;
He wants you to fly across Qian Shan,
Cast a shadow on the wider lake and sea!
He's wasting away for you, a first-class stream,
Hoping that you can fly back.
early spring
Shu Ting
Friend, it's spring.
Dispel sadness and dry tears.
Smile at the sun
Although there is no torrent of flowers yet
Wash away the shackles of winter
plastered
Floods in plains and canyons
Although there is no birdsong waterfall yet
Splash thousands of silver beads.
Scattered in the foggy dawn
Rolling in on the boulevard at dusk.
But wait.
Once it thunders,
Dark clouds fled in a hurry.
That is the most beautiful and beautiful dream.
Maybe it will come brilliantly overnight.
Yes, it's still a little cold.
And cold troubles
If you listen carefully
On the five old peaks, the wind is still whistling.
Trembling valley
As if wailing together
But there are some little cuckoos.
Like a flame that can't be extinguished
Wen nuan Tian di
Even the clouds are no longer floating.
Let me put it this way, my friend.
The reason why spring is beautiful and rich.
Because it passed the final chill.
I have always liked ancient poetry. I think the ancients were elegant and smart, and they could condense all kinds of feelings into several well-known stories and spread them through the ages. Its romantic style is like a pair of wings, which takes us through time and space to relive old dreams. Intoxicated, no longer feel the world desolate, no longer feel indifferent in * * *. What is left is the reflection of the years and the mark of time. The more thousands of years have passed, the more endless love. Dream back to the Tang Dynasty again and again to experience history and those touching moments. I feel small again and again, and I no longer wander. I feel lonely again and again, and I can see the scenery.
Mo: The north wind turns white grass, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar sky.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
.......
Loneliness, loneliness. Total loneliness, total loneliness. Cen Can wrote this feeling that no one wants to try, but the loneliness and desolation of the desert frontier seems to be the ultimate beauty in the poet's eyes. Just like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees! How beautiful is this? What is this idea! Ambition in the chest, how can you be scared away by loneliness? Heroes in the world, heroes don't ask the source. This is an atmospheric mind, a romantic temperament. The sadness of frontier fortress lies not in the smoke of loneliness, but in the emptiness of mind. Ambitions and ideals in the soul are our best friends. Without it, no matter how prosperous the world is, it is just a cloud. With it, even if you are in the desert, you will be determined and determined.
Home: My old friend went, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower next to the Yellow Crane.
Yellow cranes no longer come, and white clouds no longer fly.
Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and the grass is sad, Parrot Island.
But I looked home, the twilight was getting thicker, and the river waves were filled with sad mist.
Homesickness, an emotion that we can never fully release. It grows and overflows with the long night, can't control it, can't sleep all night, and finally can see the dawn with a wet feather towel in tears. I think of my parents in my hometown, my old friends in my hometown, and the land that entrusted us with infinite feelings and described our growing experience. Who can be unmoved? "but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? "The Mist with Sadness on the River Waves" always makes me feel lost when I read it here. Every time I see this, I have a lot of ideas. My hometown seems to be far away from me, my bags are still heavy, and the road is still tortuous and arduous. I have to go on. ......
Disappointed: .......
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. To send colorful stationery and rulers, I don't know where the mountains are long and the waters are wide!
The railings surround the green trees, and the spring breeze gently caresses the wicker. Who is fiddling with the sad music that reminds her of lovesickness?
The west wind blows the curtains, and the rain beats the rubble hard. Who is humming the elegy of returning home in a low voice, which triggered my homesickness "Ayane"
Climbing the high-rise building alone and overlooking the rural customs is a vast expanse, with fog hanging over the way home and drizzle muddy the earth. I thought of "her" in disappointment. But the sky and the sea are the same, and I can't see each other all day. Can the feelings I miss cross Qian Shan to convey my sincere love to her? "If you want to send a colored ruler, you will know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide!" Perhaps, I can only borrow the moon to drink temporarily and pass on my love!
You: A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When will the sunset come back?
Helpless, let the flowers fall, as if I had met Yan's return, and Xiaoyuan Xiangjing wandered alone.
Quiet, quiet like an oil painting. Romance, romance reveals a kind of temperament. Fragrant, slightly overflowing, clear as a dream. As the sun sets, it's another day in a blink of an eye. Time flies, and it's another year. Day after day, year after year, our rhythm is still fast, and our life is still chaotic. Who can stop to have a rest and feel the beautiful scenery around? "There is nothing wrong with the flowers, and Yan returns to feel deja vu." In this infatuated dream, I never tire of wandering alone.
Love: once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber.
Walking through the flowers, I'm too lazy to look twice. Part of it is my Taoist culture, and part of it is you.
The water in the sea and the clouds in Wushan symbolize the depth and depth of love. After seeing the sea and Wushan, I don't want to see the water and clouds elsewhere, and I won't be attracted by them. Except for the people I miss and love, no other woman can make me emotional. This is the power of love, which is a solid expression of loyalty to love but with a touch of sadness. In the infinite romantic artistic conception, there is no doubt that the theme is always profound.
Hate: You said you'd come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
Missing is a kind of hate. Hate time, hate space, hate parting ... miss, is also a kind of romance. Miss the past and look forward to the day of reunion. Bright moon! Always leaning against the tall building, saying that I want to meet again has finally become an empty talk. The beauty in my dream, because I am about to leave, it is difficult to wake up even if I cry. Letters expressing love are written too quickly, and they have been written before grinding ink. The past is gentle and fleeting. Romance in the past was so beautiful, but it was so short. Cherish, reminisce and look forward to meeting again ... Liu Lang already hates Pengshan, and you and I are separated by Pengshan and Wan Li. Hate is ten thousand times!
Fantasy: It's high in autumn in Zhang Tong, Sichuan, and the clouds don't flow in the empty mountains.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
Fantasy, the whole fantasy wrote a magnificent song. Li Ping's songs shocked the sun, the moon and mountains, touched the gods in the sky and touched everything in the world. As soon as the beautiful and melodious string songs came out, the clouds in the empty Shan Ye slumped and stagnated, as if they were listening; Xiang Eqing and Motome, who are good at playing drums and piano, were also moved to tears by music. Very awkward, sometimes all the strings are screaming, noisy, like landslides, difficult to distinguish; Sometimes a string sounds alone, just like a phoenix chirping, shaking trees, very sonorous. The cold air in front of the twelve gates of Chang 'an was completely melted by the crickets. People are intoxicated by his wonderful string songs, and even don't feel the cold dew in late autumn. Numerous performances of Twenty-three Silk even touched the purple emperor who lived in the deep palace for a long time ... Fantasy can be endless or logical. Galloping in the boundless wilderness, the concept of freedom is infinitely magnified and extended. ......
After cutting down the tree for a day, exhausted WU GANG leaned against the laurel tree and stood there for a long time, forgetting to sleep; Jade rabbit crouched aside, letting the dew in the middle of the night fall on her, soaking her fur and refusing to leave. -Romantic!
Qi: Pure wine is expensive. A jug with a gold cup of 10,000 copper is ashamed of 10,000 yuan.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain.
I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun.
Travel is hard. Travel is hard. Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
Masculinity, full of heroism, such as magma eruption, two Wan Li in the sky, laughing proudly and swallowing rivers and lakes. This is Li Bai's most classic romantic poem. Sake is expensive, jade plate is rare, and delicacies are worth thousands. Why did I vote for food "I threw the food bar and cup aside, I couldn't eat or drink, I pulled out my dagger, and I peeped in four directions in vain"? Why are you at a loss? Because of the ill-fated future, because of the ambition of fame and fortune, because of the ambition of the world. ......
Travel is difficult. Travel is difficult. So many detours, narrow roads, narrow roads, paths, detours, winding roads, dangerous roads, strangers ... Are they still there? Whether it is here or not, I believe that one day, I will ride the long wind, break through the huge waves, raise my muddy sails and cross the deep sea.
Charm: Thousands of trees bloom and stars are everywhere in the East at night. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Feng Xiao moved, the jade pot turned, and the fish danced all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Charm, charm flies, time flies, and its beautiful cadenza has not dispersed, getting older and richer. I wonder how many people are intoxicated and associated with this romantic glimpse! I wonder if the dim light is safe after this romantic glimpse has passed through thousands of years. I only know that the intoxicating feelings have never changed! Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
The most romantic poems are written for the most romantic people. The most romantic people are doing the most romantic things. The most romantic things express the most romantic feelings. The most romantic feelings convey the most romantic love, and the most romantic love brings the next most romantic spring! The world full of spring is the most wonderful! A world full of love is the most romantic!