Boil a pot of moonlight,
Pour a cup of miss.
Invite the years to drink together,
Enjoy the scenery.
With a smile,
The snow is very light.
Let it go,
The lights are dim,
Ordinary ink,
Drunk Xuan Ming.
silent
Blue,
I hope I can't wear this or that;
Plain paper,
I can't stop writing and obsessing.
Duckweed is very long,
Looking back, the shadows are dim.
It's cold in the cave,
Lock the dust,
Keep my hands clean and smile at the sky.
quiet
Night, quietly,
As cold as ever.
Like a woman in plain clothes,
Tender,
The fragrance is very light.
Stand by and open the window,
The lights in the distance are dim.
Keep an initial heart,
Leave a broken heart.
Holding a heart lamp,
Send a message.
The years are quiet,
Smile and calm down!
Modern Poetry in Qing Dynasty II: Thinking with Time.
In a village surrounded by mountains and rivers
Shouyifang courtyard
A life-long tenderness
Have fun together.
The wind and frost of years
Old dreams mottled
Killing and hunting in the text
There are some naked concerns.
There will be nowhere to hide.
Don't let your thoughts get confused.
A person's persistence
Let another heart wander freely.
Wandering soul
The desire to come back is sprouted from opportunities.
Don't ask where to go now.
Don't ask when you will come back.
You can live up to your time.
Just let the young lady wrap the paper.
Describe those joys and sorrows
An unyielding gesture
Like wild flowers on the roadside.
Look at the fading light.
Look at the flowers before the court.
Eager to see the fleeting time disappear.
Look at the long hair blown by the wind, turning into incense.
How many things can be taken lightly?
The story of time is very long.
In a mediocre banquet.
You can't just go through the motions.
Fill your heart with autumn sunshine.
Walk gracefully through the lotus pond
Go through a village
Not looking for a home.
Just to sort out the past.
Fall into a smoky country with green grass.
The beauty of thousand Zen in the world of mortals
This is just a period of imprisonment.
With a hint of old hatred
Sad alone in the deepest part of the season
Write warm fragrance in time.
You're gonna have a good time.
Until the sun and the moon become cloudy
Modern Poetry in Qing Dynasty 3 A period of time, a picture, a fleeting time, flowers blooming and falling, you and I cherish each other.
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Looking back on memories, sadness becomes a river, and the road of life is ups and downs. There is always a sadness that I don't want to be mentioned. Drunk years, green pipa, slowly depressed, gradually desperate. I just want to spend the rest of my life with my fireworks.
Fingertips across the face of time, you have become the warmth of my life.
The wind chases the clouds.
Il resto dell'anno
I'll wait for you in the pouring rain,
You left,
Under the dim street lamp, the fallen umbrella hung down and stood alone on the ground.
Tears blurred,
Rain sings a farewell song,
Rain soaked my hair and clothes.
My heart is as cold as stagnant water, and there is still a feast around.
I put the milk in front of your desk. Did you drink it?
I put your notebook at your bedside. Did you forget it again?
There are post-it notes on the refrigerator, and your favorite jiaozi is in it.
On the wall, there is your sunny smile.
Weeping on rainy nights, tears and water alternate.
Partridges in the street, go the way you used to go.
How I miss the morning glory on the wall.
If your fingers are locked, can you hold them forever?
Warm information, profound thoughts.
You said: You are my missing.
I hug you gently and tell you that you are my support.
however
I have nowhere to go, looking for you I can't see,
Where are you?
A long time ago,
After many disappointments,
The comfort in my ear suffocates me, and I have nowhere to run.
The wallpaper of the mobile phone, or you?
That day, the sun was just right,
You smiled and said: Because of the elegance in your eyes, I became your pursuit.
Elegant?
Yes, I am your wanderer.
You are the one I care about.
My tears are in your arms,
Your loneliness is in my heart.
You said, hold my hand and travel to the south.
I replied, will it be spring?
Now, however,
Why has everything changed?
The rain washed me and whipped me
Where are you?
Cold light of lonely lanterns at night,
I'm used to your smell.
Accustomed to your existence
You are the warmth in my life.
Can't stop love, can't stop love.
I am a dandelion in the wild.
Everywhere,
The wind took me to wander.
One day, I asked the wind
Will one day, you will not run around without me?
He said:
No, I will always protect you and travel around the world.
I smiled happily, this is your agreement to me.
Until one day,
I was hit hard by the storm and got stuck in the soil.
You revolve around me.
However, you still left.
I'm still waiting for you there, slowly growing into a dandelion.
In March, I am waiting for you.
April, I'm still waiting for you.
In May, how many winds passed by me, I still ignored them.
In June, you came, and I smiled happily.
I looked at you from a distance and kept smiling. You once said that you liked my smile best.
You're almost there, you're coming,
I want to open my mouth,
Tell you, I've been waiting for you.
however
You took the dandelion around me and walked away with your brightest smile.
My open mouth closes in the form of sadness.
My smile is condensed in the June wind.
You are the charm of my life,
You can't stay for me,
But I still can't stop loving you.
Life is full of joy, flowers bloom on the other side of the river for another season, and I forgot the dream of three lives by the river.
I am a petal on a manjusha flower blooming along the Santo River.
People call me heartless.
Staring at the darkness of the world
Tears rolled over and chilled my cheeks.
Gorgeous appearance can't break my thoughts.
Leaves open and think, flowers bloom and cry.
The flowers bloom for another season and the leaves begin to disappear.
Teenagers playing in the park
Teenagers call it right, and girls call it heart.
The afternoon sunshine is warm and affectionate.
Sitting on the green lawn, lying in the shade.
Eat ice cream
Listen to classical music
You said your dream
Let me talk about my pursuit.
But I still missed it.
Once the oath turned to dust.
Stranger again.
Next time, one by one.
Just passing by.
I like the flowers and leaves of Manzhushahua.
You and I once cherished each other and went our separate ways.
Doomed to miss
Sad memories, silence
Fall into samsara, fate comes and goes.
Time sings softly the wounds of the years in the dream, and the song carries the depth of the past, crawling slowly on a certain road. Tears moistened the corners of my eyes, and my dreams blurred. Can you blur the fireworks of the third student?
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