Lover night sky, people are not at home.
I am leaning on the threshold of time alone, so I miss you and am so attached.
The world of mortals is 3 thousand, and I only take one ladle to drink.
Loving you may be a dusty relationship we forged in our last life.
I looked for you in Tang poetry and Song poetry.
By the Xunyang River, waiting for a thousand years.
I'll wait for you in the rain lane in the south of the Yangtze River, holding an oil-paper umbrella.
I met you in a poem.
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You are a graceful song poem, and you are a hazy modern poem.
You are the ink in my heart, and you are the cloud on the horizon.
You are misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and you are pink and green in spring.
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When I miss you, misty rain is ink, mountains and rivers are poetry.
When I miss you, the world of mortals is a note and the branches are pens.
In this life, my heart only beats for you.
My love is only crazy for you.
A lover full of pain and infatuation.
Hero and Holy Nightcrawler
In your rose garden full of longing
Everything is as orderly and solemn as a ceremony.
Life and love have never been so depressed as they are today.
Never so sad as the memories of the times and young people.
Grain and genealogy are piled up on the high mountains.
Your son is standing at a dazzling juncture.
Your horse and sword go back to the palace.
And you, your love of sweet talk.
The seeds of the substance we grow.
Growing up in ignorance in the dark
Like an attractive and disgusting poisonous seedling.
Spit out brilliance, spit out the flame that everyone is chasing.
Great evidence of your betrayal of kingship is on earth.
The omnipresent wealth and intrigue.
Your unparalleled greed and fear
On the lake where we lead to heaven together.
Sinking, ideal scorched earth
From the remote and boundless plateau
Rising, the lake of pain
Night and the sun
Three lovers have never been near you.
I'm afraid of my heavy sigh
Surprise you.
Your happiness
disappear completely
Never come near you.
I'm afraid of vulgar and mean me.
Dirty all the way
On the plateau that ruined your heart.
The eternal holy glacier.
I have never seen your tears.
Or tears in your eyes
Or cry bitterly
I went to the pond to play a basket of moonlight in late autumn.
Soft light and shadow shook.
I think it's like your tears
Wake me up from my dream.
I've never seen you watch a sunset.
It should be your face.
The last Xia Hong melted on the horizon.
In the breeze
Your eyebrows
Like a distant crane resting in the valley
Cangshan fell asleep without saying a word.
I heard the most beautiful song on the mountain.
May the thin air in this world
It keeps you breathing.
May this vast land
You can boldly advance in the rapids.
When I see you again
Your smile
You can still light the red in the sky.
You are my forever lover.
When did the four lovers dive back in spring?
I didn't realize.
I know there is no wind.
Rain hands can't get into the room.
Even if the glass window is intentionally opened.
This can only make me feel deeper
Sad rain
The rain is bleak.
My ears are cold, too
I once chose love so rashly.
Marry against one's will
Bed-sharing
A dreamer!
Moon eyes, peaches, cheeks and eyebrows.
She is inferior to you.
But this is what I really like.
Alas, photos and letters
Tear it before marriage!
Five lovers never say love to you.
But like it
It's already in my heart
You are the flower of spring.
Let my heart
With a ribbon of incense.
You are the summer wind.
take me to
Refreshing and pleasant
You are the ear of grain in autumn
Hold in the hand
Full and rich
You are the charcoal fire in winter.
Hold in one's arms
Warm and prosperous
You let me know
There are also iridescence in reality.
There is also a future in dreams.
You know why?
No, say love to you
Because of love
It's?getting?light.
This is morning dew.
You can only say it once.
Love once, but say it.
Just getting old.
therefore
I won't say love to you.
I don't want to wake up.
I don't want to get old.
love
This is an ancient friendship.
love
Be friends for life.
Be my lover.
I like you.
Looking forward to the reincarnation of love: Gobi bellman
Standing under the grape trellis in the yard.
Through the slender twining vines
I breathe freely.
A new look.
Under the gaze of the moon
Looking forward to the reincarnation of love
Finger-burning cigarette
Dream in a trance
Keep it anyway.
But in a hurry
Didn't stop at my window.
One minute and one second.
The night wind is slow.
Press your heart all over the floor.
Years ago
You look back affectionately.
Let me open my heart
Never closed again.
Article 7 Love, love, love
Everyone has shouted slogans for love.
Part of you, part of me.
It is love.
Now, holy love
There is a kind of oppression.
No romance.
There is another danger.
One less responsibility.
There is an exit.
Lack of trust.
I hate all disguised love.
I hate myself. Personal hobbies.
I hate that reality affects free love.
Do we know anything about love?
Have we ever respected love?
Have we spared no effort to show the frankness of love
Have we ever had a love that supports our souls?
The edge of love does not mean that we are not insisting.
The lack of love doesn't mean that we haven't worked hard.
In such an era of independent personality.
I hope all love is healthy and beautiful.
I don't want to associate everything with love.
If someone says I live in a dream of love,
That's completely wrong.
Love is in reality
I respect freedom of love.
I need love too.
But love is not all I have.
I understand love.
I like love too.
Because I volunteered.
Chapter 8 lovelorn author: earthly clouds
Once perfect love
Is the soul mate of two people
But also inseparable.
You cann't let a little thing
Dilute each other's ideas
Only by carefully recalling the happy past.
You should not pick up a sharp sword.
Add a few new marks to the mottled heart
But listen patiently.
A heart full of love
Not the devil who makes himself impulsive.
Tear two broken hearts farther and farther away.
Sad eyes can't conceal inner sadness.
There is a sad rain in the depressed sky.
Can only make sad thoughts.
Strolling along a remote forest path
Article 9 The so-called love is the end of everything.
with a dull look in one's eyes
Description of
What kind of gesture should I use?
accept
Farewell Letter
Your pride
Be respected as usual.
therefore
Hypoxia once
Living in a stung coniferous forest
A whole row
Window lattice in the moonlight
A whole piece
A shadow that cannot be blown away.
A dilapidated landscape
Learn to be quiet.
It's called falling
therefore
I am sad
Very careful
Willy flare
Maybe this is the so-called
First person sadness
therefore
The next sentence is freehand brushwork.
I used a vulture.
When my piety is swallowed up
dear
How do you expect me to believe that?
Something called love.
Ten Lovers/Zhang Gongchang
Couples,
Meet again after many years:
How's it going?
Is everything all right?
Eat and spend.
A gap,
Just like finishing.
This whole sex thing
They went up,
But some
Things have changed.
They didn't say.
In the dreary
Support each other, come on
He saw her skin.
Relax, the abdomen is no longer flat.
She noticed that,
His hairline
The whole line collapsed and lost face.
Lots of freckles,
They were plundered, * * * with property.
Be carved up.
they don't
Explain that in breathing,
Secret completion
After the two relaxed,
In bed
Separate, sleep without hugging,
Keep a short distance
Never come near again.