Please be gentle with him.
No matter how long you have been in love,
If you can always be gentle with each other, then,
All the moments will be flawless beauty.
If you have to part, say goodbye,
I also thank you in my heart for giving you a memory.
When you grow up, you will know that when you look back,
Youth without resentment has no regrets,
Like a quiet full moon on the mountain.
-"Youth without Complaints"
How to let you meet me
In my best moment, for this.
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
Then the Buddha turned me into a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
In the blooming flowers, I wait in the sun.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
Please listen carefully when you come near.
The trembling leaves are my passion for waiting,
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
Friend, that's not a petal.
It is my withered heart
A flowering tree
If I have an afterlife,
Just to get together with you once.
Just for the moment after billions of light years.
All the sweetness and sadness are in a flash.
Then let it happen.
Everything appears in an instant.
Let me bow and thank all the planets for their help.
Let me meet you and leave you.
Completed a poem written by God.
And then grow old.
-"select"
You draw sadness in the corner of your eye.
I put wandering on my forehead.
You add a few strands of white hair to your mind.
I let the years carve my gaunt hands.
Then we pass by the corner.
No longer know each other coldly.
ah
Dear friend
Please don't blame that youthful appearance.
We are makeup artists ourselves.
-"Encounter"
Modern poems about love fell in love with you at first sight, which is the most beautiful encounter in my life.
Making a promise with you is the most eternal scenery in my plain years. I've always wanted to say that wherever I go, the place I want to go most is by your side.
May we love each other until the end of time. I believe we can wait for our hair to turn gray together.
You are here, I am here, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Not too gorgeous, only one sentence I like you, but it can make each other care.
Honey, you know, even though I'm black and blue, I still have the strength to love you. Some people only look at you, but they affect your life.
Life is like wrapping jiaozi. No matter what stuffing you are, I will wrap you tightly in my heart. No matter how the boiled water of life is cooked, my love for you will never fade! How many people have been hurt by love, how many people's hearts have been hurt, how many memories have been destroyed, how many feelings have been hurt, how many memories have been lost, and how many memories have been lost. Even if a moth puts out the fire, it still doesn't hesitate. They only look at love and hurt themselves, but they can't end their lives. They shed a lot of spoony tears, drank a glass of turbid wine and tasted how much ordinary love! If you are my lotus, let me keep a long-term affection for you in my life! "My eyes are raining for her, but my heart is holding an umbrella for her. This is love. " At least once in your life, forget yourself for whom.
I really like you. Please believe me.
Let the tide of love come closer to us bit by bit. No matter how big the storm is, I will be by your side to shelter you from the wind and rain. I want to love someone, that is, the determination to abandon everything and only be with her.
Love, without reason, is because of the throb of the heart, affection, no excuse, a thousand times looking back. Even if the world disappears, my love for you is still there.
Put that oath gently on your finger and the two of them will be together forever. A growth is just a fall, and only the old times bring us happiness.
Love is simple: one you, single-minded. The most romantic thing I can think of is to grow old with you.
Kiss, open your hand, and let love stay here. With calm love, I will accompany you to see the fleeting scenery.
Although you are not the best, you are the only one I love. I am willing to exchange 10,000 cycles for you and me forever.
You are forever, no matter how long, no matter how far, I will always love you. The oath of love will always be with you and me.
Just because I took one more look at you in the crowd, I never forgot your face again.
Put you in my heart, close my hand and silently pray that God will guide me, not for eternity, but for being by your side. Thinking about you is something I don't have to think about every day. As time goes by, you remain in my heart.
Although there are many flowers, there are no duplicates. I hope you are my destiny takes a hand. There are many people who like you and don't lack me, but I love very few people, only you! No matter how the years change, my love for you has never changed! Just for one person, all my life, the ends of the earth, I only wish you peace! As long as I am with you, there is nothing I don't want to do. Let me protect you forever! We are all unique, let's get to know each other by destiny, and let's spend our lives together with love! On that day, you were the end of the world and I was the cape, in pairs. At that time, you were the bright moon, I was the clear spring, and I was full of worries about life. I love you every day, love you every moment, miss you every minute, and hope that God can complete our life! I have no time to participate in your past, and I will accompany you to the end in your future! I will wait for you in spring. As the mountains and rivers agreed, if you look up and see clouds floating in the sky that day, it will be the most beautiful meeting in our life. Who will fight for hegemony? Now I have pointed my finger at the end of the world, but I just want to caress the piano for you and be carefree from now on! At that time, on the West Lake, you played for the Iraqi people, and the Iraqi people danced for you, and you couldn't play all the love in your last life. The blue butterfly was drunk among the flowers and walked around the world hand in hand.
Waiting for the years to change, my love for you has never changed! The love of a lifetime is only for Iraqis! Do you know you are my favorite person? It is not impossible to go through fire and water for you. I have never loved you so much. When I met you, I felt I was the luckiest person! Among thousands of people, flowers bloom and fall in that season, and you and I first met; On that sunny and flowing day, you and I knew each other; When Xia Feng looked at the stars tenderly side by side, you and I fell in love. I would rather spend my whole life waiting for you to find that I have been by your side and never gone far.
Love is not that deep. Being together is the greatest happiness. Because of you, I believe in true love. Because of you, I believe forever.
I want to tell you loudly that you have always been in my world. We all say that no matter what happens in the future, don't forget some childish promises! I miss you in the sky, in front of me, in my heart, and in my heart.
Talk about love for the purpose of marriage once in your life, and then stay together like that. In the fleeting time, the years are good. Once in a lifetime, talk about a love for the purpose of marriage! Believe for the last time, go straight ahead and you will reach the end of your life. With me, nothing can be greater than you.
Love is the first time we meet, but we still miss it after thousands of turns. Where are you, that is, you want to be the end of the world that I miss.
I will spend my life with you and protect you. The first time I saw you was the most beautiful encounter in my life.
Making a promise with you is the most eternal scenery in my plain years. The only meanness in this life is that you are mine.
Thinking about the future with you, I'm not afraid of anything else. 20 16 with your company, I believe that we will not be afraid of wind and rain.
3. A modern poem describing love 1, "Between You and Me"
Between you and me,
Feelings are so fragile,
Calm and pure,
Like transparent air, essay
Like clear water,
Running between that day last month and the moon in the water.
Step 2 go to the oak tree
If I love you,
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat simple songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase your height,
Set off your dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
I don't know,
These are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Root,
Hold on to the ground,
Leaves,
Touch each other in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one understood us.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch,
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
It's a great feeling,
Loyalty is there:
Love,
Not only love your strong body,
I like your position,
The land under your feet.
Step 3 feel
In the simple operation of one plus one
There is always a third number.
Come out and make trouble
When the firewood is burning.
The smell of oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.
It's getting weaker and weaker
Integration of body and body
The reason needed is the shortest.
Running-in between heart and heart
It takes the longest time.
The feeling in the dictionary
This explanation is too simple.
Feelings in life
But it's getting more and more troublesome.
4. Beautiful girls in the gallery
There are vegetables and still life paintings where you look at them.
So quiet.
The colors in that still life painting tremble because of their own intensity.
What can they do without light?
Strangers,
I love you standing quietly in the intensity of the light you carry.
5. "Emotion is a smile in March"
Chrysanthemums line up at the exit of the season.
Thousands of affectionate memories.
Look at the fallen leaves in autumn
Take away the homesickness in your dreams.
Close the door for the New Year and turn around luxuriantly.
He waved goodbye to the cold in the middle of winter.
Gentle spring breeze plays with high mountains and flowing water.
Snow in the distance, tears of wintersweet.
The Heart of Little People —— Classical Modern Lyric Poetry Modern Lyric Poetry
Bypass the lantern festival lights
Hiding quietly behind Valentine's Day
Peep at the swallow's tail and trim the date of February.
Peach blossoms wear rose red.
Unveil the gorgeous veil
I see. Feelings.
This is the smile of March.
4. Always look for modern poems about love, and we will wait-Yu Guangzhong.
If I hear you pour out in the morning, the most beautiful
That verb, if it died that night,
What am I afraid of? When I love
If you can't love heartily, you must love sadly.
This summer, your beauty stung me for no reason.
As long as you reach out, a miracle will land.
In the open palm, there is your landing.
In the palm of my hand, the palm of the lotus.
For example, the evening in late summer, facing the pool full of fragrance.
Facing the quiet and spontaneous combustion soul
Who will promise me?
What if I call you by your nickname?
As long as there is in the pool, as long as there is in summer.
A petal of red, why did I meet you?
Lotus is the nickname of Pearl Krabs, and Lotus is Pearl Krabs.
Read Pearl Krabs, and meet people when you meet lotus.
As long as there is in my heart, as long as there is in my dream.
There is also a smell that summer is dying.
That is, stubble is everywhere, that is, the stars are not extinguished.
Still the soul of the lotus.
Forever, I will wait for you to separate your lips, say it and spit out that verb.
People who have loved are far from forgetting. Injury prevention
Trauma is always there. My scar
Scary red, branded lotus.
5. What are the modern poems about "feelings" ① Your name-Ji Xian?
With the lightest sound in the world,
Whispering your name every night.
Write down your name.
Draw your name.
(2) A Flowering Tree by Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
(1) "that day"-Cangyang gyatso
On that day,
I closed my eyes and was in the fragrant fog of the temple.
I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn;
In January of that year,
I shake all the curved pipes,
Not to cross over,
Just to touch your fingertips;
(2) Far away
I can't leave anymore.
Because it is brought by the wind.
Stars from all over the world
Through the glory of heaven
I can't hide anymore.
Can't avoid beautiful accidents.
6. Modern love poems love a person and miss a city.
Author: I got drunk while singing.
Love a person and think of a city.
Where the heart is attached
The four seasons are always lush
Love a person and think of a city.
Wind and rain in different places
Why is it always in my sky?
Love a person and think of a city.
Where dreams settle.
Be an emotional lake.
Love a person and think of a city.
I'm afraid to walk through Qian Shan.
Dreams are still scenery.
Love a person and think of a city.
A painting in life
The knife mark hangs in my heart like an axe.
love
Author: Xiaoxi
1.
My heart is in your eyes.
Bend into a bridge
You walked on it and didn't leave.
A trace
2.
Your favorite year
Grass, flowers
A quiet stream
On the green feather
Lovers who sing deeply.
3.
I'm just the top of your head
A fleeting cloud
In the past, I always wanted to go back.
Sprinkle a layer of happiness on you
……
4.
but
When I don't remember you
Will there be enough oxygen and tears?
……
There is no ideology out of context.
Author: Xiaoxi
It's visual amnesia
Or do you have a slow memory
There is no view on the bridge.
Bleached the tail of the bridge, the color of the dream.
Be quick-footed
A corpse that can travel through time.
That shrinking street lamp
Is the basis of the story.
Was swept to a desolate place by the autumn wind.
Forward, because I have forgotten.
A lake of autumn scenery, A Qiang flute.
If at that time ...
Author: Chen Lucheng
1、
What word should I use to describe my gentleness and demure?
At first glance, I seemed to see my youth.
-those hours were full of hope and infatuation. ...
At this time, if my heart only has the desire for love and joy,
Then I will pursue you, not afraid of gossip, not afraid of rejection,
At least, my heart is ecstatic again: there is your shadow,
There is life, tears and a desire for love.
2、
The flame of youth, my love,
Who will tell the story of the lost years?
If you listen, I will use realistic poems to expose the plot at that time.
It's terrible. You may think this is a distant ancient legend.
Yes, I no longer fantasize or meditate sweetly, even if she is half naked.
Beautiful and charming, with drooping eyes ... her gentleness,
I don't care, I have drunk the rose juice in spring!
3、
My life and feelings decided to play the lazy strings again!
Who told me, what can arouse my imagination?
It's her sweet and charming breath, her smiles, tears and charming moans.
Or the tenderness in her sleep? These, no.
Listen to me, friend. You can imagine how painful I am, but,
With sweet sadness, who wants to put deception and tears on the bed? My poem,
My kind reader, you can see clearly; That's not a posh black label!
4、
You left me, so other dreams … are quiet and free?
Needless to guess, your Yin Hui once spent his withered soul,
At the same time, your gentleness also intoxicated loneliness and sadness. ...
The time in March and the beauty in April are not as good as the light rain that night in July!
The tranquility of the morning, the tears of freedom, and the trembling heart call for you.
As in a dream, I am eager to finally pour out all my passion and love you comfortably. ...
But then, I let you go! Let the picture grow and fall with the love in my heart.
7. What are the poems about love in modern times? If life is just like the first time, why is it sad to 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.
-Nalan Xingde butterfly lovers Author: Su Shi Age: Song genre: Word category: anonymous flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.
Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea.
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing.
The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
Jinse Li Shangyin I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, each with 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. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
On the 20th day of the first month, Mao Yi, the son of Jiang Chengzi, remembered his dream of ten years, and his life and death were boundless. Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Song of Eternal Sorrow An emperor in China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been on the throne for many years, looking for it, but failed to find it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.
However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.
It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.
On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.
He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.
The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.
When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.
Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes will never stare at her. Yu Yang Fu (pí) came at his instigation and surprised the colorful feathers.
The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.
People in the army stopped, and no one moved, turned around and died. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.
The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust blown by the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack in the path of the dagger tower.
Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.
He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest. Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.
In the soil under the slope of Mawei (wéi), that memory, that anguish. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.
Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? ? Spring breeze blows on your face, peaches and plums bloom at night, and autumn leaves fall all over the ground after autumn rain.
The south area of the West Palace (a book called Garden) is covered with autumn grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that no one has swept. Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .
Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. He will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep ... bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.
And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning cream, and the jade is cold. Who's with * * *? The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.
People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.
Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.
There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.
So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.
She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat came loose.
The wind blew the fairy's robe, as if she were dancing in a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears fell from her sad pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.
But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Since happiness has ended in the sunny heaven, Penglai Palace ordered people to pay for a fake boxing boat for husband and wife.
But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.
However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.
She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.
When I met Yu in the Southern Tang Dynasty, I went to the West Building without saying a word. The bright moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. "Meeting Lin Huanhua and Xie Chunhong" Li Yulin spent Xie Chunhong in the South Tang Dynasty, which was too hasty.
Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.
People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east. Qin Guan: "The Fairy of Que Bridge" skillfully uses thin clouds, flying stars to convey grievances, and Yin Han secretly crosses Chen Cang.
On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
If the relationship between two people is long-lasting, it is still a matter of time. Li Yu's "Sauvignon Blanc" has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. Liu Yong is chilling and sad.
The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene.
Customs are strange, who to talk to. Liu Yong, a butterfly lover, leans on a dangerous building, looking at the spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
(3) In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent. Planning madness is drunk, 4 is wine song, 5 is strong and tasteless.
⑥ The belt will gradually widen, and you will never regret it. ⑥ It will make people languish for Iraq. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you don't know I love you when I stand in front of you, but that you can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't say I love you, but that you can only bury it in your heart. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't say I miss you, but that you love each other but can't be together. The furthest distance is not being in love but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees.
8. Write a modern ancient poem about love. The mountains are green and the water is green.
High mountain flowing water rhyme yiyi
Cry, complain, cry.
Sigh that it is rare to know yourself in life.
A forever bosom friend is the hardest to find.
Praise is that the general drew his sword from the south.
I want to be a flying flag.
Don't leave now for a hundred years.
Double-track empty tears burst
If you know you can't pay off your debts.
It shouldn't be too gentle that day
If you dream for a hundred years in your life.
The past vaguely shed tears.
All the movements of the liver and intestines are above the eyes.
It's hard for lovers to part.
What's more, it is a cold autumn festival.
Tonight, where will I find myself?
Yang Liuan, the wind is going to stop.
Year after year, I will stay away from you.
All these beautiful scenes are unfolding, but to no avail.
There are many kinds of customs, who can say?
Be soft on Iraq.
In the Yellow Crane Tower in the west, my old friend said goodbye.
In March, when the flowers were in full bloom, I went south to Yangzhou.
Lonely sails, distant shadows, disappear in the blue emptiness.
I only saw tears running down my cheeks.
I'm, uh, a lover.
Only love and inner exploration.
Sing for Junba tonight.
Every sentence is a sad song.
vicissitudes of life
ends of the earth
Only Jay is my eternal myth.
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9. Modern love poems have ancient feelings of loving guests.
Rain and Rain in Huanghuachi Pavilion
Thinking is also an emotional thing.
Agile poetry chasing Weng
Read Buddha and give birth to Buddha.
Gold and jade make dust.
Ren Mei West Xi Huashan Mountain
Sensitive and meritorious, the eagle gets the rabbit.
Reading clouds will fly by.
Tanghuang liquor yaxiangquan
Think of the ancients, leave me alone.
Min's mobile phone is still quite safe.
My husband wants to send beautiful women.
However, Huanghua advised Qing to fall.
Think about today's heroic deeds.
Gao Mao Wen Junshen
Lovers have an ancient style.
Li Huang asked his friends to sing day and night.
What is the sincerity of homesickness in Shu Dao?
Dust is sensitive and the heart is clear.