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Bai Niao's death: If you are the tearful shooter, I am the Bai Niao who is determined not to dodge any more, just waiting for that arrow to shoot into my shattered heart. If you are the only shooter in the world who can hurt me, I will be all the unforgettable joys and sorrows in your youth, just like the last cloud disappearing in the infinite blue sky, so I will die at your hands. Can die in your arms, the fate of the sea and the moon is deep, and I suffocate in the blue homesickness. Daisy has a white dream, and the grass outside the Great Wall is leaving me. I should herd sheep on the hillside. When the man I love rides a horse, he will see my red skirt flying. Tonight, Europe is foggy. I am lost in a gray alley, and the grass outside the Great Wall is leaving rain. Life can actually be a poem, if you can let me move on slowly and wait quietly. With the deepening of dusk, I finally shed tears through the unknown mud in the dark clouds. In fact, life can always be a poem in the end. My heart will be cleaner after the rainstorm. If you are willing to wait for all the floating clouds to finally merge into a river and a flowering tree, how can you meet me in my most beautiful place? I prayed for 500 years in front of the Buddha, asking him to let us have a dusty relationship with him, so I turned into a tree and grew in the sun along the only way you had to go. All the flowers are the hope of my previous life. When you approach, please listen carefully to the trembling leaves, which is my passion for waiting. When you finally passed my friends who fell behind you, it was not petals, but my withered heart. My favorite poems by Murong Gongzi are all sad songs. If one day I can finally forget you. However, this is drama. I couldn't find the manuscript and erased you. I know this is a mistake, but the indifferent expression always passes quietly; I know I should put away this loss, but the most concerned worries have flooded into my heart. Meeting you is fate, and accompanying you is happiness. If you miss me, I will come to your side, and if you like, I will wait for you all my life. I can't send acacia if I want to. But draw a bird. The bird guarding the nest is me, and the bird spreading its wings is you; I'm like a shadow you don't need, let loneliness exchange sad thoughts, and I can do nothing about love. This tasteless day, tears, is the only luxury. There is a kind of tears that are hard to give up, a kind of gaze that is unforgettable, a kind of affection that is heartbreaking, and a kind of concern that is wandering under the moon. 07 nest in the dormitory, the in the mind suppress panic; Walking in the street, my heart is full of sadness; Walking in the shopping mall, my heart is cold; When I think of my hometown, my heart is sad; Never forget where you are! Love you, but I can't have you. Every lonely night, tears are my best companion. Like rain outside the window. Outside the curtain, the water is gurgling, but inside the curtain, there is sorrow and empty sleep. Iraqis go far away and come back to know what year it is. Nowhere to trace, bitter wine is hard to swallow. Affectionate should pity me and dream of flying to the river bank. 10 A persistence brings a naivety, lost in a blank mind. The soul leaving the shell wandered in the dark, looking for the embodiment of the dream. 1 1 Sometimes, it is for love that you quietly avoid it. What I avoid is the figure, but what I can't avoid is the silent feelings! 12 love, no longer continue, but I regard a moment as a lifelong love! You go! Turn my endless efforts into a name on paper! 13 I don't want to wake up in the illusion of dreams, I would rather get drunk. Hold on to my tenderness, afraid to let go and slip away. 14 One person can't sleep, and the whole world can't sleep. Happy insomnia is because you dare not close your eyes. What do you think of six o'clock? How to love you to the end? 15 to share with you, I want to talk to you when I am frustrated, I want to listen to you when I am lonely, I want to hold your hand when I am sad, sit quietly and silently. 16 no regrets, I was drunk at night; Love you a thousand times, when the shadow doubles; Fate comes and goes, experiencing heartbreak; Looking forward to one day, inseparable. 17 find a paradise, chew the pain and taste the sweetness; Find a big tree and die in the cool; Find a lover and be together in tears and laughter. Sorrow is the first killer that bites the soul. After crying, I am still lonely. Su Shi: Jiangchengzi never stops thinking about Xuzhou. When they met, they hurried by. Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty. Ask Yu Dongfeng so much? Spring has come, who are you with? Sui dike dissolves in water in March. Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong. Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong. I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong. The most famous is Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi", mourning for his dead wife: ten years of life and death are 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. There are also many sad works in Li Qingzhao's ci: A Prune of Plums, Red Lotus Roots and Residual Jade in Autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind. Linjiang Fairy Garden is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually bright, and the spring returns to Liling Tree, making people old and healthy. I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow. And Li Yu. Most of the late works of the king who died in the country are full of sadness: the childless son returned home for forty years, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles away. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. When is the spring flower and autumn moon that shed tears for Gong E, and how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. In my dream, I don't want to stop spring. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone. Two poems by Lu You and Tang Wan >: Hairpin Phoenix > are also very sad ◆ Lu You. Chai Feng ◆ Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no. Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! ◆ Tang Wan. Hairpin Phoenix ◆ The world is cold, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to drop flowers when it rains at dusk. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult! People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide!