Beautiful and sad poems

1. Sauvignon Blanc

Ride on the mountain, ride on the water, and have a thousand lights at night.

When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

2. Nalan Rong Ruo's words-If life is just like the first time,

If life is just like the first time, what is the west wind painting fan? 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.

3. Wang Shu: Rain Lane

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to see

Like cloves.

A girl with a grudge.

She does.

Clove-like color,

Lilac-like fragrance,

Sad as cloves,

Mourning in the rain,

Sadness and hesitation;

She lingers in this lonely rain lane,

Hold an oil-paper umbrella

Like me,

Like me.

In silence,

Cold, sad, melancholy.

She approached quietly.

Get close and throw again.

Breathing eyes,

She floated by.

Like a dream,

As sad and confused as a dream.

Floating like a dream

A lilac field,

I passed this girl by;

She went away silently, far away,

A crumbling fence,

Walk through this rainy path.

In the lamentation of the rain,

Remove her color,

Spread her fragrance,

Disappeared, even hers

Breathing eyes,

Lilac is melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone

Wandering in the long, long

Lonely rain lane,

I hope to float over.

Like cloves,

A girl with a grudge.

4. Flowering trees

(Xi Murong)

how

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.

Buddha made me a tree.

Follow the path you may take.

Under?the?sun

Carefully full of flowers.

Every flower carries my previous hopes.

When you get close,

Listen carefully

Trembling leaves

This is the passion I am waiting for.

When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.

On the ground behind you

My friend,

Not falling petals

But my withered heart.