Classic works of ancient Chinese 1: Mo Xiangnian, the world's red dust in Qian Su, don't dye the fleeting time, be tender as soon as possible, a piece of plain paper and a clear lamp prolong the hazy night, and yellowed poems describe the scars of years, smoke and sand in half a city, and wandering eyes.
It was a dark night, full of affection and geomantic omen. I will outline my innocent heart, my elegant heart, leaving only warmth and beauty.
Carefully trim bamboo before the courtyard, the courtyard is deep, leaning alone in a corner, facing the wind, stretching a roll of mood; Leaning on the bar to see the clouds making the moon.
Exquisite years, faint fragrance floating, green ink, rolling Miaomiao, unique rhyme and single heart, unique music. The flute sounds, the night is still early, who is passionate and dreamy? Thinking is endless and emotions are myriad. The stone of life, the flower on the other side, how can we expect this Millennium? Don't sigh for your infatuation, just because your feelings are so beautiful and gentle, floating like a breeze, causing ripples, entering my heart, bright and lasting.
Light ink, lingering fragrance, colored brushes and shallow thoughts also draw a shallow rest for you. Cherish the past, perhaps it is no longer a long wait, who painted a sad ending?
Drinking a cup of fragrant tea in advance soaks my heart, but I can't drink the vicissitudes of life. I closed a small window, but I never hid my sadness. I don't know if it is the bit by bit coolness you promised me.
When the flowers bloom, when the flowers fall, this life is long, and I am only drunk for Iraq until I turn into mud and a wisp of fragrance lasts forever. Light a heart incense and be sincere to the moon. I only wish Nong's feelings are like mine, all tenderness and all attachment are for Iraq.
How many farewells, in my heart, how many dreams, wandering in the middle of the night, a fireworks dream, I didn't know you were a guest until I woke up. Sunrise to sunset is a day; From meeting to parting, between life and death, time is fleeting, and years are easy to get old, leaving no trace. Dust to dust, soil to soil, life ferry, come and go in a hurry, if time flies on the water, just walk quietly, the moonlight is blurred, Bodhi does not retreat.
How much love, love song to song, sigh geometry? The flowering period is like a tide, but we can't wait for our eternity, and we are greedy for the ethereal beauty of this earthly reincarnation. Who will seek the antidote for me? With a sigh, I promised to be prosperous for several generations, and then what's the harm of being intoxicated for Iraq several times?
Everything seems to have happened in a previous life. Find a place and think about it. Maybe you will meet quietly or never see it again. No matter how many changes occur in reincarnation, I will wait for you quietly with a heart like water.
It hurts to start writing, and the regret of starting writing pours out in a few words in the memories after several years. A poem, a poem, an article, Amor rhyme, a simple heart, permeates the world of mortals, lingering, leaves sorrow in the book and briefly explains joys and sorrows.
Time flies, bearing deep thoughts. Now, just one sentence is an indispensable part of my life. The book of agarwood is tender and sweet.
Blue light like the moon, ink like time, picturesque, infatuated, hazy night, indifferent, blurred the fleeting time of my life.
Title 2: Clouds lead me back, acacia is full of flavor, clouds glance at my heart, and I sit and watch the clouds lean against the tower. You are the reflection of my heart, and tears splash red autumn.
Jiangnan is worried about maple leaves, I am right, who knows? Do you know, after years of dreams, lingering, double dance and double painting, constant sadness, scattered condensation.
Flying flowers into dreams means that your heart is in the clouds, with no shadow and no pursuit. Only when you have loved, do you know that you are homesick and have no regrets. Wish you all the best.
Twenty years of stormy road, running all the way, too late to flow to Wentang Village, the scenery is so careless, the cloud heart around people, one lost, half lost. The firmness of love, the sadness of life, the road to escape, and the end of the world, life is hard to meet. Clouds cover the fog, and homesickness is strong. Do you also let go of the tears of missing, falling with the dream, and the fear of that year turned into a misty willow fog? My heart is pure and beautiful, and I am afraid of the variation of life, so I flinched, jumped into this world, made a mistake and worried all my life.
Unexpectedly, I met my heart chasing waves, set sail to help the sea, fell into the Red River, drifted alone in the wind, and the clouds were lonely and desolate. If you dream back, if you are young, you will still embrace each other and embrace each other forever. This is just a hypothesis, which has never happened. I don't blame love, the pattern of life, and I wander alone in this life. Autumn is empty, clothes are flying, holding your hand, the sea is smiling, butterflies are dreaming, larks are singing in the fairy mountain, I don't want to live on earth, I just want to grow old and watch your smile.
The dream is long, the soul is long, the cold night is sad, the lovesickness is not compatible, and when you are crazy, the ups and downs are different, and it is hard to meet for a long time. It is still the old shadow, the heart is still the same, the feelings are still the same, and the feelings are long and continuous. My mood is long and my thoughts are long. Last night, for whom did the stars wind their way and sink into the Aegean Sea? Can there be a boat in exile to swim together? On the high building in the middle of the month, leaning on the railing alone, gaunt and single, only sad for you, only for you.
Snow and frost, still looking back, Yun Fei. If I trade my heart for yours, I will know that I deeply remember each other. When the word goose returns, the moon is full of the west building. Do you know my daughter is worried? Miss everything, try everything, get drunk by the window. Pruning, how many times, cold tears, cold heart, who will warm up? Pour out your bitterness and dust. I sleep alone in the dim light. How much is a one-night stand for lovesickness? The ends of the earth are not long. A door, looking back several times, touching tea, rain and tears falling, who is holding the heart in a beautiful cold night?
Laugh and get drunk. After all, it's better to miss each other than to meet. It's just a spring moon, and the flowers fall into the dream. How much leisure, a cloud of smoke, smoke locked Qin Lou, the city flew to Liu Yun to arrest the building. Such as your city, it is difficult to wake up your wine, drunk your heart and make people intoxicated. Temptation is heavy, and love is beautiful. It's just the lonely shadow of the dream behind you and the glory in front of you, forcing a smile.
I don't know if the soul is broken, but the dream follows. No one knows except the horizon and the bright moon. The moon in Dangui is clear, and the moon in Chang 'e Palace is desolate and desolate. I want to chase the clouds, and I have nothing to rely on, and I have nothing to find. Who can comfort me? The world is lonely, and the shadows have been clear since ancient times. Who can I rely on? The balcony is near the water, and the piano is long. Who knows?
What about people who know the situation? In the stormy years, the piano is loud, can you play the movement of acacia? Drop Guanyin banana tears, drop Wutong rain heartbreak, you can think of humble feelings, humble love. It is a silent confession, a hidden heart, a hidden shame, a hidden shame, an empty water, and a shame left behind. Ruthlessness is not like sentimentality and bitterness. An inch becomes a thousand strands, acacia becomes a willow, West Lake becomes sad, Long Beach falls alone in the water and is sad in the rain. Who will share the sorrow?
Ask love, ask heart, how much happiness is there? How many poor ideas? I have been poor all my life, only for the truth of my heart and love. How sad and beautiful are the tears of love? How much love I have endured, ups and downs, ups and downs, falling flowers and yellow, once amazing, once withered, impermanent days, innocent tears, ups and downs, finally see through. If you stay together for a long time, you will be separated, and if you stay together for a long time, you will be together. All happy families are similar, and each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way. Don't blame them, there is only love and confession in their hearts.
He said that more people walk, and it becomes a road. The heart is gone, there is no need to chase it, the origin is scattered, and the edge is faded. Why are you sad? Acacia doesn't need to be disturbed around the city. The roses in the ink are in full bloom, the roses in the words are fragrant, the screens are painted with butterflies, the volumes are vast, the feelings are moved, and the tears are moved, just to miss each other. Before meeting, we were deeply worried, disappointed and confused. Tsing yi chanting, just turned over. Old love, Jiang San.
Looking from a distance, the waterfall Guanyin is like a sky, surrounded by clear bluestone. It's a sad dream of Shun Di, the moth queen.
Topic 3: There is a dream in the fleeting time, and the autumn water is seamless and long. The hot summer seems to be still in the dream, and before I can turn back, a chill has drifted in.
In the years when I held my heart in the palm of my hand, there was always a voice that inadvertently climbed over the vines of the season and wrapped around them; There is always a sigh, passing through the lintel of the season, whispering and calling. An eyebrow, because of this cool autumn, caused a lot of melancholy.
I used to think that a kind of love would last forever, like sandstorm, wind and Sha Fei; When the wind blows, the sand falls. I used to think that a kind of love would dry up and the rocks would crack, just like fish and the sea, fish jumped into the tide; Fish ebb and flow. The old dream is traceless. I was imprisoned in a thinking city for countless nights, which made my heart overgrown with weeds.
Cang Yang Jia CuO said: For so many years, you have been living in seclusion in my heart. I let go of everything in the world, but I never let go of you. I have traveled all the roads in the world, walking against time, just to meet you in this life. I sat silently under the bodhi tree, and there was only one dream between you and me?
Time flies like water, time is desolate, many words can't be said, and many dreams are nowhere to be found. I don't want to look back, and I'm afraid I'll touch the pain of a thousand years; Dare not look back, afraid to look back at the stormy waves of acacia?
Some people say that fireworks are the most lonely, fragrant for a while, and strive for life. People only see her beautiful figure and bright smile. After the glory, who can relieve the pain of incense and jade? The lit life always ends with a smile. I didn't feel the dream of spring grass in the pond, and the leaves in front of the steps were already autumn. A promise made me feel distressed all my life. When the green leaves are not full of branches, the years are dark. When Qiu Meng woke up, it was already cold, raining and the wind was late. She thanked Chunhong in a hurry.
Perhaps, there is no right or wrong and eternity in this world. Those lost dreams, missed love, endless fate, endless feelings, parting pain, sad tears, are all helpless feelings of pear flower with rain. Many times, I shed my tired disguise and walked back along my own mental journey, but I can't find it anymore, just like I saw it for the first time?
Tea crisp hands, telling thousands of feet, a melancholy, endless bleak, missing a river, unable to open the knot of the Millennium. This is a shallow helplessness. How do you know that a sigh leads to a word of harm? If it really took 500 years to form a knot of dust in front of the Buddha, why can't a tear in the world of mortals ever flow to the cheeks of the season? A love, what kind of dream should be used to interpret, will be vivid?
? I thought I hid you, so deep and cold, my old heart, I thought, as long as I didn't mention it. Let the days go on. You will eventually become an ancient secret. However, the sleepless night is still too long, and my early gray hair reveals my sadness. . Years have precipitated imagination. Those once romantic days can't escape the sadness of fate. The years with mottled hands, even if full of tenderness, are just a drop in the ocean.
Give you a sky, I would like to be a cloud on this day; Give you a piece of sea, I would like to be a fish at the bottom of the sea. Actually, I really want to know, do you still have my whispers in your bag? Do you still have my smiling face in your brow? I use a lonely net to capture yesterday and the world of mortals, but I can't capture the ubiquitous sadness. Things are hazy, old dreams are vague, a flowery pen can't charm the warmth of yesterday, and the greenness and thinness in the pen can't be full of lead?
Fold a willow, watch the sunset, fold all the memories into sleep, burn incense and cook wine, and sing with tears. A cool autumn blew off all the colorful flowers and stood by the window. Whose tears humbled the memory? Whose wait is getting old? Who pays for whom? Who wasted his youth for whom? This season, the flowers are blooming, the fragrance is full of sleeves, there are tears, and the stars are wet; Dream, hazy sunset. The wind has passed, but the feelings are deep and shallow, and the Iraqi people are heartbroken.
Time flies, things have changed, and the pain through the fingertips is still fresh in my memory. The cycle of life is like a mirror. I don't know how many lives there will be and how many descendants there will be. Maybe this life and the afterlife are not important, but at that time, the light was mottled, Long song turned around crying, and I won't let you see me in tears. I only wish to remember that we were once good.