Meditation under the pale moon
Text/Liu Qingfeng
The wind is blowing gently.
With a hint of coolness
In the wind
Yellow leaves are inseparable from branches.
Wander around
A corner under the pale moon
Looking at empty thoughts alone.
why
He shed tears.
It is difficult to fall asleep for a long time
2004. Autumn
Highlight: The hero in the poem is a man, but he cries himself to sleep. This feeling must be more than ordinary, because men generally don't cry like this.
If Life Is Only the First Time —— Magnolia by Nalan Xingde
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky enough, you will be more willing than before.
Very much, very much.
Affectionate pity and hate since ancient times, but this endless sadness is endless. ...
Ask what human feelings are and teach life and death.
Flying in all directions, the old wings are hot and cold several times!
Happy fun, bitter parting, is a stupid child in school.
You have something to say: Wan Liyun,
Twilight in Qian Shan, for whom only!
Hengfen road, lonely flute and drum,
The smoke is still flat.
What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui wept for the wind and rain.
The sky is also jealous. Without peace, birds and swallows are all loess.
For generations, for poets,
Crazy songs and painful blows, visit Qiu Yan.
Fallen leaves and flying flowers fall to the ground, and tears flow all over the sky.
Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
When will you stop getting drunk?
Where can I live?
Ten years of burying flowers and grinding dust,
Once you wake up from your dream, who will solve your troubles? -Floating vacation-probationary period level 1
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping.
I only see you alone, vague and lonely.
The magpie started up and turned back, but no one saved it.
Lonely sandbars are very cold.
-Su Shibu operator
Tang Li Shangyin & gt
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
Su Shi's "ten years of life and death are two boundless, and if you don't think about it, you will forget it."
I also saw the old branches of tung flowers, and the first floor was misty and rainy.
No one can be disappointed in his eyes, but his eyes are low with tears.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Ask how much sadness you can have. Just look at the rivers flowing eastward!
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it's strange, who can you tell?
The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
I live in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River and you live in the lower reaches. I miss you every day and drink the Yangtze River water.
This feeling can't be eliminated, only under the brow, but in my heart.
The departure of leaves is not the pursuit of trees, but the pursuit of the wind.
Affection is not like a cruel torment, but infatuation is a cruel torment.
When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless sadness.
I advise you not to wake up alone, you should be drunk.
Affectionate pity and hate since ancient times, but this endless sadness is endless.
In the past, sober people and sages were forgotten, and only the lovelorn left his name.
If you drink today, you will worry tomorrow.
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. * I only see lonely people coming and going alone, shadowy and lonely. *
The magpie started up and turned back, but no one saved it. * Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live. Lonely sandbars are very cold. *