Classical self-created aesthetic poetry, self-created,

1. The green water is originally worry-free, but its face is wrinkled by the wind; the green mountains are not old, but are white-headed by snow.

2. When will you go home and be a leisurely person, enjoying a piano, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds?

3. Bury a city and turn off all the lights.

4. I am young and my time is wasted.

5. Looking back, the lamp is still the same as before, holding hands lightly.

6. The night is slightly cool, the lights are dim, the ambiguity is gone, and the music and songs are gentle.

7. In a lifetime, a dream, a piano and a tune, a season changes every day, and we wait for a reunion for a lifetime.

8. The ripples of water droplets eventually dissipate, leaving no memory of reincarnation and love in this life.

9. I miss the desert in my dreams, but I miss Weicheng when I spend time. In the long pavilion, people are solitary just a short distance away; when I listen sadly, there is no sound from the end of the world. Walking slowly and exhorting, walking while singing, people did not stop.

10. When a thought arises, thousands of rivers and mountains change; when a thought disappears, the sea changes.

11. The misty rain broke the bridge and broke the bluestone. Pour a cup of Tianya, half of the flowers bloom, and feel free and unrestrained in the wind and rain. The gentle breeze whispers through the bamboo forest. Drink a cup of care and blossom on the moss.

12. To speak means not to mean what you say; to leave means to leave without leaving.

13. All things in the world are caused by the harmony of causes and conditions, and all actions are impermanent. What can you do about it? I can only smile bitterly, burning my love and hatred, and forgetting my grudges.

14. Those who come make me smile, and those who leave do not cause me grief, so what else can I ask for?

15. The long street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You turn on the light to look back; the short pavilion is short and the world is rolling, so I sigh again.

16. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will fall into reincarnation just because of your smile.

17. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the negative emotions of three lives are full of sorrows and joys.

18. The vast world will be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

19. Sigh. Sorrow. Don't. Clutch. Joys and sorrows. Three hearts. Two thousand years. A big dream. Return to the human world again. Looking for old times. It’s hard to get back to the old days. Love becomes thinner where it is thicker. The hate is far away before it is realized. Nowadays, things and people have changed. Who will I laugh drunkenly with for a hundred years?

20. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your confusion for the rest of your life.

21. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

22. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties.

23. I send you a song, no matter who gathers or disperses at the end of the song.

24. Spring is coming to an end, my thoughts are endless, and the old joy is like in a dream.

25. Thinking about the past and cherishing the beauty can easily lead to injury.