A thousand years of fame, burying your life, exquisite country, ridiculous but no life. Phoenix once played here, so that this place was named after them. Who broke the promise and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.
It is much more bitter to sigh a hero with tears. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?
5 Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. Six nights of rain dyed the sky blue.
Some people can create surprises without gestures. Remember, the rosewood hasn't come out yet, and I didn't go either.
Who sighs in the years? Han Xiao is vast, full of prosperity and sadness, frowning and destined to be a thing of the past.
10 the world of mortals began to make up, and the mountains and rivers were boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.
1 1 Jiangnan style, Tianshui is finished, and Tianjiao's wish goes against his body. 12 mountains and rivers hold hands and smile for you.
13 no regrets. 14 The past events covered by years are fleeting and covered with a touch of sadness.
15 Flowers covered by years are all blank. 16 fade away, I am still watching over you on the other side.
17 those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past. Please don't be disappointed. Ordinary is for the most beautiful. 18 Your journey will never see my old age again.
19 Long song was crying, for those promises that could not be fulfilled, for the deepest love in life, and finally dispersed into clouds. Walking in the sky with you, there are flowers everywhere.
2 1 I am young and energetic. Remember that year, weeping willows were planted in Na Yue, east of Los Angeles.
The vast land is broken with a sword, where there is prosperity, where there is singing. Send you a song, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Who scattered the smoke and scattered the vertical and horizontal ties; Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. The breeze is moist and the tea smoke is light.
Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone. Fire-dyed Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu Lake, the first floor of Long song.
Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.
Yuzhu once wrote about the phoenix tour, where people go to the building and the water flows in vain. He smiled and ruined himself in the years.
You can also drink tea quietly and crush this scene, the bustling fireworks. 3 1 the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals is fleeting.
I'm not me. It's not me in Suzhou that you turned and walked away. A few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows are ridiculous, and life is up to me.
After a fleeting dream, I went back to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon. Life is like a blink of an eye, just suddenly.
However, I have lived a long time, but I can remember what you said. When the fog cleared and I woke up, I finally saw the truth, and that was Qian Fan's silence.
This paper is a bit old and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.
At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore. The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for one sentence, waiting for the next encounter.
Holding on to the old, I imprisoned time and space and suddenly came to the end of time. 4 1 people can never see the lens, but I mean, there are thousands of years in the world, such as my moment. 42 meeting and getting drunk is the leading edge, where the wind and rain drift.
There is no end to illusion. Once you meet it, you will never forget it. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?
44 days out of my generation, into the rivers and lakes, someone reminded; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life. If you win, you will sing, and if you lose, you will be sad and angry. Get drunk if you have wine today, and worry tomorrow.
I know this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! . Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
That's it, mountains and rivers don't meet. 49 people are empty, why forget each other, why laugh and be surprised.
Don't look back, why not forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.
Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
5 1 We met by chance, but we didn't have a chance to get together. I hope we can remember each other. Knowing each other is lucky, but being together is not lucky. The sky is vast and the moon is bright, and it lasts forever.
Seeing each other late, falling in love too slowly, and being in a dilemma have made me live far apart, and the fate has passed, gathering and parting. Can I go ashore for 53 days? It's freezing, and the vicissitudes of life are crying. I was so sad that I couldn't let go of that morning. I light up my tears and my heart lingers beside my pillow. Nothing, no one, nothing. If I speak first, will the days be the same? Maybe it's the marriage in the last life, maybe it's the fate in the next life. Seeing each other in this life only adds to the fruitless resentment. 58 human nature is deep, which is not worth half of lovesickness.
The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless. 59 drunk eyes see others in pairs, 60 no one plays with love and tears in the dark.
6 1 How do you know that a thousand roads lead to the same destination? Xun Mei didn't stop looking back at the end of the day. Chivalrous men should not marry lightly, nor should beautiful women marry lightly, lest they die lightly for me. 63 people have become different, today is not yesterday, autumn is still the same, people are empty and thin. It is still cold in the sound of light and shadow, and it is still cold in the dream. Silk and bamboo sing softly. People outside the building, outside the mountain and outside the mountain haven't returned the goose yet. Looking back, it is too early to forget the tears of Sichuan's father and people. The rustling flowers fall on the shoulders, the flute falls on the shoulders, the cold window shadows, and the smoke waves. Where is the river? You gave me a tear. I see all the oceans in your heart. Every year, every day goes by, and every autumn goes by. One generation urges the next generation to get together and leave, one is happy and one is sad, one is lying on the couch, and one finds a group of acquaintances in his life and dreams. He will know each other for a while, play for a while and sing for a while. I'd rather we never loved each other. I hope we will never forget each other in the Jianghu.
The rivers and lakes in the dream are full of flowers, people come and go, and they are prosperous. I began to miss the bleak years that I held in my hand and the splendid rivers and lakes.
-And those who have loved and hated. 7 1 I am on the other side of the river, seeing that I have come back, there is no hope of coming back.
72 Spend the Spring and Autumn safely. I know.
The solemnity of moonlight, the spirit of music, everything is just an illusion, fleeting. No matter how lonely those figures are, they will always be unforgettable. They will always be born inadvertently. Look back at the other side.
Even if we find this situation.
2. Is a poem with charm looking for an ancient poem with charm?
But ancient poetry is basically full of charm.
Su Shi's topic Xilinbi
Looking at Lushan Mountain from the front and side of peaks and valleys, from far, near, high and low places, Lushan Mountain presents various faces.
It's not true, just because I'm on this mountain.
Yan Shu qingpingle
Goldwind is very good. The plane tree leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.
Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
A new word, a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Xiaochi-Yang Wanli in Southern Song Dynasty.
Spring eyes are silent and pity the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves sunny and soft.
The delicate lotus flower bud shows a sharp corner from the water, and a naughty little dragonfly stands on its head.
The flowers in Qiong Yao are faint, and the west wind is difficult to understand. She wants to stay in the cold cloud pavilion, and the lonely lamp is half extinguished.
Thunder sends rain, the rain knocks ping, and the mirror in the green pool is chaotic. No one listens to sorrow and drinks residual wine.
Yan Shu Huanxisha
I have always been young and limited, and it is easy to be ecstatic when I leave at leisure. Don't speak frequently at banquets and songs.
Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more. It is better to pity the present.
Zhou Bangyan Huanxisha
The rain is too red and wet to fly, the hedges are all slanted, and bees are making honey and stealing incense.
There is no wind in the golden house, and the clothes are full of water. When spring comes, there will be a time to remember people.
Su Shi's Night Scene by the Hui Chong River
Two or three peach blossoms outside the bamboo forest and ducks in the water first noticed the warm spring.
The beach is covered with wormwood, asparagus is beginning to sprout, and puffer fish are preparing to swim upstream from the sea back to the river.
Night parking near Fengqiao Tang.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Painted eagle du fu
Plain practice frost, eagle painting extraordinary.
I looked askance at Hu at the thought of a sly rabbit.
Optical rotation can be picked up and called Xuan.
When you hit every bird, your hair and blood will splash out to smooth the weeds.
Jiang Xue Liu Zongyuan.
There are no birds on a hundred mountains, no footprints on a thousand roads, a boat, a bamboo cloak, and an old man fishing in the cold Jiang Xue.
Yan Shu qingpingle
Goldwind is very good. The plane tree leaves fall. Green wine is easy to get drunk at first taste. A small pillow and a deep sleep.
Lagerstroemia indica Zhu Jin flower residue. The sunset dried up. The silverscreen was slightly cold last night.
It's all collected Poetry is touching and painting is intoxicating.
3. The lyrics of modern poetry, eight words and one line, pay attention to use. Mo Ming's wonderful songs are full of them.
Give everything to the world
The sword, spear and halberd are hoarse.
Who will take you to see the fighting outside the city?
Seven-fold gauze clothes spattered with white gauze and blood.
Enemy at the Gates's Sixth Army won't send it.
But goodbye is life and death.
At that time, it was thousands of times around the red line.
For others, the difference between thought and marriage
That scar. Whose old scar?
You can still drink tea quietly.
Crush this bustling fireworks.
A painting stained with blood
How to fight a little cinnabar on your forehead?
Covering the whole world.
Always just prosperity.
Flowers dyed red with green blood
I just want to see you cry again.
Listen to the silence of the sword
This tall building is dying and falling down.
It means peach blossom, a lifelong killer.
Who calculated the divination for you?
The perfect romance is not false.
Pipa plays on the west side of Hualou.
Warm air is everywhere. Who is in the spirit?
Color gives the soul and upside down glory.
Refuse to shine on wax.
Say you love flowers rather than childhood friends.
Finally, forget the divination.
I always protect you from the wind and rain.
The bright moon lit up the horizon.
Who finally got the cockroach?
Jiangshan neighing war horse
The silent voice in your arms
The wind blows through heaven and earth.
Hua Rong thanked her and became king of the world.
Climb the Nine Towers
Watching the shooting stars whisper all night.
Go back to that moment
Silent years are also terrible.
Dead vines will grow branches.
It turns out that time passes very lightly.
Dreaming upstairs and under the moon
You are still standing there.
Brush the snowflakes off the clothes.
Look at the vastness of the world side by side
Dreaming upstairs and under the moon
You are still standing there.
Brush the snowflakes off the clothes.
Look at the vastness of the world side by side
4. The style of modern poetry with Jiangnan charm is still optional: ancient style, aestheticism and desolation "Rain Lane"
Author: Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to see
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
She does.
Clove-like color
Lilac fragrance
Lilac sadness
Mourn in the rain
Sad and confused
She lingers in this lonely rain lane
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me
Like me.
Walk quietly
Cold desert, melancholy, and melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again.
Breathing eyes
She floated by.
well
As sad and confused as a dream.
Floating like a dream
Dingxiangyuan
I missed this girl.
She walked away silently, walked away.
A ramshackle hedge.
Walk through this rainy path
In the sad song of rain
Remove her color.
Scattered her fragrance.
Disappeared, even hers
Breathing eyes
Lavender melancholy
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane
I hope to float over.
Like cloves.
A girl with a grudge.
5. The modern short poem prose "Butterfly Makeup" with romantic, elegant and ancient rhyme is half hidden with butterfly makeup, half leaning against the window, half empty room, half floral fragrance, half red candle, half dream, half impermanence "Blue and White Porcelain".
Mirror: A few rust spots in the sunset glow have written thousands of petals in Yun Leiwen. Whoever will go with them will return to balsam. Temples are like water, butterflies chase flowers. This place is also surrounded by your charm. As fragrant as ever, the dust flies like water and the face is like frost and rain. Who will strip away the vicissitudes reflected in the story? Cold patterns, between you and me for a thousand years, are still clear. The bronze mirror reflects the beautiful splicing before you turn around, like the wind erosion in the winding pattern of the previous life. After the miracle disappears, do you still remember that the flowers in your mirror are fragrant and burning leisurely, and you can't continue to write this legend? Ye Mao Qing Ye, composition inscription, cycle. Don't forget each other. The color of tapestry faded, and the old makeup was close to desolation. The old makeup man has not returned to the piano, and the wind is bleak and the eyebrows are deep. Heartfelt sorrow is like wine. The delicate lock of autumn water has been worn for many years, but it is still clear after you let go. The bronze mirror of the flower reflects the beautiful splicing before you turn around, as if it were a distant memory. In the winding patterns, the wind eroded the miracle and dissipated the wind smoke. Do you remember that the flowers in your mirror are fragrant and leisurely? Continue to write this legendary "sacrificial flower" with green willow color, accompanied by moon shadow and pool flower. The night is as cool as water and as empty as ink, and cups offer flowers.
Nostalgia. Jiangnan: It's raining again in my sky, like a water town, a girl without a paper umbrella, a leisurely rain lane and endless hesitation. I looked down at the village, the fishing fire was late, the lights on the boat were dim, and occasionally there were jingles, smoke drifted away, and when I was half drunk with the river, my fingers flicked, and the melodious misty rain splashed on the boat, splashing ink on the south of the Yangtze River, and my thoughts wandered. Love and shame can't be forgotten. Ink is all over the blue Qier, which can't hide the lonely affair and can't erase the bone and blood. The enemies of the country hate to sway, and they are determined to be affectionate with their children, thinking that heroism is short-lived, hurting the boundless frontier several times, and pouring a pot of wine in turmoil.
Alas, the cicada is getting quiet, the water drops are glittering and translucent, and the wind is blowing gently. My mind is hard to calm down, the piano is long, and the night always hurts, but the fragrance of the garden can't hide my lonely dream. In the yellow story, your figure has changed in the vicissitudes of life. It seems that you are watching attentively, wiping your tears and turning into ice. Love, nameless songs, flowing water. Iraqi people are indifferent to dressing and leaning against the window, and the lonely lights are bright nightmares. Idiots are all stunned and sing for a lifetime. Who listens to the air and leaves resentment? In the tears of the flower, it gives off a faint light. I can't forget the horizon. I can't forget my feelings for a long time. The moon is short and full. The world is too fickle. Flowers are floating on the water, and the west wind is still fragrant. On the pipa string, who can solve the worries? I can't forget to sigh and leave my dream. I can't forget watching the snow through the diaphragm. Life and death are boundless. Yesterday's flowers dissipated tonight. A completely original work