Ancient times:
The Millennium is frost,
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Go back and follow it, it's still a long way,
Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
-"The Book of Songs Qin Feng"
Mishin Yin Yin
The rocking of a gondola. Temporarily moored on the south bank of the Chu River. Lonely city at dusk attracts resentment. The water is wide, the geese are flat, and the dance is scattered.
Smoke gathers in cold forest clusters, painting screen exhibition. The mountains are small and the eyebrows are shallow.
Reward the old and throw it lightly, and you will become a tourist here. It's too late to feel tired. Being in a foreign land, you can bear hardships and worry about your eyes.
Credit of imperial city, resistance of Qin Lou, wandering soul confusion. The grass is wide and the afterglow is full. There is no news of beauty, and the cloud is far away.
Six orders
The light smoke is still there, and the stream is bright and blue. The peach beside the stream is shallow and apricot deep, and the spring scenery is all dyed. Last night, the bottom of the pillow was used as a beach moraine where the ship was parked.
Wave fishing flute. I had a good dream and was surprised. I wanted to go back in my dream.
The exhibition turned into insomnia, so I got hurt. Miss is more charming, and Qian Shan, who is close at hand, is separated. They are all affectionate and close, and they are reluctant to part. The weather is fine. Loneliness should be remembered in the dark.
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Huanxisha
Who watches the west wind alone, cool, rustling, yellow leaves, closing windows, meditating on the past, sunset, drunk, sleeping in spring, gambling on books and splashing tea? This was unusual at the time.
The archaization of Mulan is a decisive word.
If life is just like first sight, autumn wind, sadness, painting a fan, etc. But people's hearts change, so people's hearts change easily. It was a sunny night and a half, and Yuling didn't complain at all. It was a blessing in disguise.
Funeral ci
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, and who will pity if the red disappears and the fragrance disappears?
The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling catkins touch the pastoral curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the twilight of spring and looks sad;
Hoe the flowers out of the country curtains with both hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
Willow and elm pod come from wheat straw, whether it's peach floating or Li Fei,
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
When the fragrant nest was first built in March, the swallow in the beam was too ruthless;
Although we can peck at flowers and hairs next year, it is impossible for people to go to an empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;
When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and the person who buried them was killed in front of the steps;
Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door;
The blue light shines on the wall, people are sleeping for the first time, and the windows are not warm!
Complaining is double the pain? Half out of pity, half out of trouble.
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
Without a trick, I hid my love with a pure land.
Clean the quality, clean it up, and don't let it fall into the ditch.
If you die today and bury it, you don't know when you will die!
The person who buried the flowers today is laughing. I knew who it was when I buried it!
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
Li Bai, an autumn wind poem
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west.
It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates;
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If I had known it was so frustrating, why didn't I know each other?
Modern:
youth
All endings have been written.
All the tears have also flowed out.
I suddenly forgot what kind of beginning this was.
On that ancient summer day that is gone forever.
No matter how hard I pursue it,
Young you are just passing by.
And your smile is extremely shallow.
Gradually disappeared into the mist after sunset.
Then open the yellow title page.
Fate has bound it badly.
I watched it again and again, and tears filled my eyes.
But I have to admit.
Youth is a book that is too hasty.
-Murong Xi
To the oak tree.
If I love you-/I will never learn to climb the Campbell flower,/I will show off myself on your high branch;
/If I love you-/Never learn from spoony birds,/Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
/It's not just like a fountain/It brings cool comfort all year round; /Not just like a dangerous mountain peak,
/increase your height,/set off your dignity. /even sunshine/even spring rain
No, these are not enough. I must be a kapok beside you.
/Stand with you as the image of a tree. /root, clenched in the ground;
/Leaves, lingering in the clouds. Every time a gust of wind blows, we greet each other.
But no one understands us. You have your copper branches and iron stems.
/Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd; /I have my red flowers,/like a heavy sigh,
/Like a heroic torch/We share the cold wave and lightning;
/We * * * enjoy the misty rainbow; /seemingly separated forever, but they are dependent for life.
/This is great love,/Loyalty is here/Love/Not only your stalwart body,
/I also love your stand,/the land under your feet.
Affection and love
Dismantled, installed, dismantled.
After countless days and nights of splicing,
Finally, I assembled my heart into
Precise balance
The left atrium is filled with affection.
The right ventricle is filled with intense love.
What wavers is a calm mind.
I carefully ground it into a thin pointer.
Swing constantly between affection and love
After countless times of weighing, I finally found out
No matter how years pass, change the weight.
Blood is thicker than water, and feelings can always be.
The pointer tilted to him from the place of love.
Because time is always like a clever magician.
He always makes love like beautiful fireworks.
Passion is a flash in the pan.
I found it after I calmed down.
The most unforgettable love in the world
Eventually, it will also become a kind of
Eternal blood is thicker than water.
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The night gave me black eyes.
White world
What I see is endless darkness.
Lost the sun to guide the way.
I can only struggle in the dark.
Looking for a cold answer
The swamp swallowed my thoughts.
There are silent cries floating in the night sky.
Pale and weak
There is nothing I can do about it.
You can only let yourself sink bit by bit.
In the crazy darkness
Hear the sound of tears freezing
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The heart is floating in the night sky
Confusion and uncertainty
Close your sad eyes at night.
Tears like meteors
I look for it in the boundless darkness.
Run at the speed of light
Disappeared at the end of the galaxy.
Silent death
No star will understand
Where is my heart?
Standing on the edge of the galaxy
Quietly watching the sad light from Polaris.
Feel the desolation of the heart of the Arctic.
On the distant earth
Antarctic glaciers are melting.
Turn into a sad rain
In my heart.
One game at a time.
Drifting aimlessly
A little bit, a little bit
Touch past wounds
An oath that once hurt people.
Paragraph by paragraph, sentence by sentence
Gradually washed away by tears in the rain
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
I left quietly, just as I came gently;
I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.
The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;
Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!
The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.
It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.
Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.
But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.