Qinghe, Xiao Duan
The wind blew the flowers away.
Hate is just a few mistakes.
Sad fog often comes.
Dream of Qian shan's infatuation
become younger in average age
As delicate as a spring bud.
But my heart is cold.
Difficult to understand
Empty ignorance
Wake up an idiot dreaming.
Look at the clouds and criticize.
On wasting autumn wind
Later Song Dynasty and Previous Life
It is difficult to calculate grievances.
Lips are very thin.
Cold will break your heart.
let things drift
Lakeside reflection
Pale and haggard
The flute sounded again.
weep
Laugh at the grass on the shore
A humble reputation
This is missing my lover:
Taohuaxie (original)
A wisp of breeze blows up leisure worries,
Cherry blossoms melt into mud.
Ups and downs in the wind worry about wine,
Looking at the long river, alas, is a kind of rest.
The night candle on the window is always silent,
Birds and flowers are singing in the forest.
Listening to the rain last night,
Peach blossoms fall on the jade platform.
This unrequited love song:
Mourn from a sad tone (original)
Try to hold the skirt gently to remove the waves.
Su ba Xiao shou ge
Be swayed by considerations of gain and loss in this life.
Never hate parting.
Shuilongyin
Song of running water
Give a straight answer.
Bixi shy fish
Changting biele
The trace of the goose has passed.
The following is a scene I made about meeting:
Two imaginary feelings are hard to please (original), but there are poems and words in them. I wonder if it is possible to:
Love is hard to end, love is hard to please, and plum blossoms are snowing. Walking through the snow without traces of plum blossoms, my life owes the soul of plum blossoms. Lend your soul to some begonia and pear flowers, and this feeling will come. ......
W: It's a pity to watch fish in the West Lake. It's a lonely boat like a lake and mountain. Plain hands caress happiness, eyebrows frown. After a long time, the complaints are faint. Unrequited love is not red, (there is a sword over Kyushu. )
Man: Poetry in the wind, hidden from the mountains to the west of the lake. I was just about to watch the fish when I heard Charming Fairy Guide. Don't lean against the wall of the exhibition hall, immerse yourself in the Yue Xian;
Female song: Just after the New Year, I learned to sing and dance at the beginning of the year.
At the table, the prince and grandson promised each other.
Calculate calmly, enjoy a smile, and then go to the daughter.
Often afraid, easy to steal from China, wasting time.
Now favored by grace
Good for flowers
Wan Li and Xiao Dan, why not go hand in hand?
Abandon the fireworks companion forever
Don't let anyone see my concubine, it rains at dusk.
M: After listening to it, my heart swelled and it was hard to fight. It is expensive to be ashamed of yourself as a man. Complaining about this song means that the sword is chaotic. Self-created "Wu Fengqi" to persuade women not to be lonely;
Male song: it is difficult to get rid of the boat trace when people are dying.
It's green frost, but not tears.
The cloud saw the afterimage of the painting.
I'm used to crying goodbye.
Come and play with shy fish.
Laugh and chat, it's easy to lose happiness when the sun is shining.
I just met a man who can't sing this song.
I want to see a beautiful boat trip.
W: I'm too shocked to calm down. Xu's maid stopped to greet my appearance. Go back to the west bank of the lake and wait for Shaoxia. My heart yearns for it, and my neck is red with longing. Instantly helps to cool the wind, (it's hard to catch the wind without a moment)
M: This year, Boya is looking for a child. A bosom friend can't help complaining. (Flocculation, waves burst,) What a surprise here. I just want to talk about my dream in this life, let me release my worries and melt the ice.
Female: Born at an inopportune time, weak and emotionally heavy. I just feel lonely, and it is difficult to hold my life with singing. Suddenly I got a little Xia bosom friend Song, and my sorrow came from it. I hope I can stay on the boat for a long time at this time. I don't want to follow your wishes. * * * Talk about rain in Bashan, and talk about tears by candle in Qiu Chi. Tell the bitterness and sadness in your heart in the same language.
Man: I was wandering around the West Lake, at a loss. If there is an intractable stagnation, I don't want to tell you the truth. But please don't abandon beauty, so that you can draw a circle with all your solutions.
Narrator: whispering is close at hand, but strangers don't know it. By the time you fall in love, it's already a thousand miles late. It's hard to find a bosom friend, so you may be anxious. I just hope that everyone in the world will cherish it.
Here is a poem and prose, which I wrote, describing the love in my dream:
Surplus water replaces flow.
Years passed and dreams were shattered. ......
Once upon a time, an independent bow; The wind writes poetry, and the rain sings poetry. Ling Changhe is lyrical, looking at both sides of the strait; Think about yesterday's suffering, and ignore today's worries; Before the dream, I was in high spirits and recalled that the world was full of money; Endless water, accompanied by melancholy landing. Thousands of rocks turn around and the road is uncertain, and the flowers are clearly leaning on the stone. Walking with longing, you can't see the building or smell the traffic. Tang, green grass; I didn't see the piano, so I heard it first. A quiet song evokes the soul, and fairy songs convey feelings and seize the soul. Step in the hidden flowers, give ear to listen carefully:
Lang is in the end of the world, but I miss you alone.
Twenty years later, I begged with tears in my eyes, and I looked forward to coming back every day.
The title of the song "Falling Flowers" is intentional, but your performance of "Running Water" is ruthless.
I cried alone, had nightmares and was haunted by ghosts.
Everything will be fine in this life, and so will the afterlife.
How can we wait for the afterlife if we can?
Changhe, how to wait?
Sadness endures desolation, and flowers soak in flowers.
Lang is in the end of the world, but I miss you alone.
Peach blossoms fall in the cold window, and willow branches show in Jingmen.
The leaves fall off the xylophone, the bun is white, and the dream tears burn the frost.
Holding your hand is a promise, and your son is disillusioned with his old age.
I want to cry, but I can't help it. Gu Yue smiled at this life.
Dreams die in this life, tears die in this life.
Dancing and lingering, this life has passed.
The sound of the piano is accompanied by the meaning of the piano, and Leng Yue buries the soul of flowers
At the end of a song, my thoughts turned. Flowers are half hidden, and singers are far away. I see voices, peach trees, peach trees full of peach blossoms. Layers of petals form a flower mat, which is filled with people, purple silk shirts, jade white shoes, thin eyebrows and thin lips; Neck Qing Xiang scarf, waist feather belt, hair hanging shoulders, bun gold hairpin. But people are near dusk, flowers are easy to fall, the water is vicissitudes, and the expression is melancholy. Unable to bear to disturb, I sighed and returned to the boat.
Life is like a letter, there are countless people in the world. What is love in the world? Just ask people to live and die together. What about life? What is worse than death? The past is like yearning for another dream, "Lang is in the end of the world", leaving my concubine alone in the boudoir and lovesickness alone.
Suddenly the ship sank far from the shore and woke up in the abyss. .....
This dream is very strange, and this situation is so real. The ballads in the dream are temporarily added to the text, but the songs are largely forgotten because of the absurdity of the dream. When I woke up from my dream, the figure on the windowsill suddenly appeared, and Huayang flew in and realized where the feelings were. My understanding is certainly not sensible, but it can soothe my soul. Those promised and unattainable expectations, washing their faces and thinking about it, deceive themselves.