Sighing carefree poems 1 year is rare, silent, and the autumn wind is tired.
The sunset lingers on the wall, and I can't bear it.
What used to be in the ears of Iraqis has flowed eastward with the tide.
Looking back, it also fell with the maple leaves.
Love has come to an end, and hate has given up its promise.
Fate thinks too much, and humor is not for me to decide.
Top gun is a bit worrying. It's hard to be with a few people.
Looking back, I heard laughter, which spread to my drunken dream.
Laughing and sighing, the past poverty and the present madness will eventually become empty.
A dull knife is useless, and dreams are broken.
The road is barren and no one understands.
I have longed for it for many years.
I didn't see through the world of mortals.
Self-deprecating ink is full of grievances and worries.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the temples are white and red.
Candles are still awake, competing with the sun for glory, but getting thinner.
When tears run dry, blood gushes.
All the snow is empty.
Love has come to an end, and hate has given up its promise.
Fate believes in humor and thinks too much.
This is not for me to decide.
Top gun is a little sad.
It is difficult for several people to keep a bosom friend.
Looking back, I heard laughter, which spread to my drunken dream.
Laughing and sighing, the past poverty and the present madness will eventually become empty.
A dull knife is useless, and dreams are broken.
The road is barren and no one understands.
I have longed for it for many years.
I didn't see through the world of mortals.
Self-deprecating ink is full of grievances and worries.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the temples are white and red.
Candles are still awake, competing with the sun for glory, but getting thinner.
When tears run dry, blood gushes.
All the snow is empty.
Laughing and sighing, the past poverty and the present madness will eventually become empty.
A dull knife is useless, and dreams are broken.
The road is barren and no one understands.
I have longed for it for many years.
I didn't see through the world of mortals.
Self-deprecating ink is full of grievances and worries.
At the end of the song, people are scattered, and the temples are white and red.
Candles are still awake, competing with the sun for glory, but getting thinner.
When tears run dry, blood gushes.
All the snow is empty.
Sighing Xiaoyao Poem 2 Lovers are together in the season of plum blossom, life and death and * * *. I heard that he got married when we met, but we had no choice but to be together.
It's a long way home through peach blossoms, and the flowers have never been reflected. Half a volume loves to abandon the mountain, sighing that the cold wind blows the cheeks.
The road suddenly turned, and I met an old friend and asked when the bridal chamber was lit by candlelight. My heart is full of pity, but it is difficult to know each other.
Don't be dark, don't give it back. The bridge is broken, so you can look at the mountain with a smile.
Things are cool and the shadows are oblique, and lovers break up. Plum blossom season has come, and there is snow. It turned out to be pear blossoms halfway up the mountain.
As soon as the breeze passes through the pool, the pool is shallow and heartbroken. Incomplete can not heal, playing pipa road swept away.
Time flies, I don't feel that my life has been exhausted. I still remember that when I said goodbye, my eyes were full of tears and my head was white.
A happy life is freedom, and the shackles have an end. Why not love each other? You can live a carefree life.
Sighing Xiaoyao Poem 3: Under the heartbroken wine moon,
Autumn stands cold and tears are cold.
The leaves on the path rustle and are bleak.
Strong to weak to sigh calyx.
Who is the piano in the wind,
The lingering sound in the string dream,
Tears are engraved in my heart.
Talking about freedom and carefree,
Riding with a sword breaks the world of mortals.
Joan is as light as water,
The street is as noisy and quiet as the wind.
A few handfuls of wine at sunset,
Several songs written by Zhong Huiyue.
Looking up at the mountains and rivers,
A bamboo flute landed on his lips.
Recalling the old saying,
Talking and laughing.
Why worry about laughing at yourself,
Water flows away slowly like love.
What's the point of disturbing freedom? What's the point?
Swinging a sword and chopping-
Iraqis laugh, like autumn,
The whispers of the past in the dream,
Bit by bit in the rain.
I'm happy when I laugh,
I was drunk and sober,
The hooves beat slowly in the whip.
Don't look back,
Why love and hate happiness?
The sound of bamboo flute is still the same,
The wind and the moon are a little sad,
Empty, empty, Yingjie stays.
Laughing and laughing, I am poor in words,
The wind in Qiu Li is very light.
Song caressed kendo again:
Get drunk and go free.
A leisurely sigh in the world of mortals,
If your heart is empty, don't stay. ...