A lonely poem.

1, "A touch of crimson lips and boudoir thoughts" [Song] Li Qingzhao was a lonely boudoir, and her heart was full of sorrow. Xichun. When will it rain? Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. In the late spring, the boundless loneliness in the boudoir comes like a flood, but this one-inch tender heart has to accommodate countless sorrows. The more we cherish spring, the easier it will pass away. The sound of falling rain urges us to turn red and return home. In this lonely late spring, every inch of acacia has withered, even if the spring is beautiful, it is also ruthless. Whispered: "My love, where are you?" There is only an endless decadent grassland in front of us, paved with a path that lovers must take. 2, "Good things grind, the wind will set the flowers deep" [Song] Li Qingzhao's wind will set the flowers deep, and there is a red pile of snow outside the curtain. I remember that after the flowering of begonia, it was the spring season. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming. The wind stopped and the flowers in the yard withered. Look beyond the bead curtain, there are piles of snow petals and layers of red cores. It must be remembered that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The singing stopped, the jade cup was empty and the wine was exhausted. Only when the blue light flashes, the fluorescent light of the beans gradually goes out. The sadness in the dream is hard to digest, and there are thrushes in spring. 3, "The voice is slow, looking for it" [Song] Li Qingzhao looked for it, cold and clear, miserable and miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Hard to find, can only see a barren, how can it not make people sad. It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances. The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word! 4, "A cut of plum, red lotus root fragrant residual jade autumn" [Song] Li Qingzhao red lotus root fragrant residual jade autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was 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. The lotus has withered, the fragrance has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn feeling. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full. Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart. 5. "Youzhou Tower" [Tang] Before me, where were those lost times? Chen Ziang, where is the next generation behind me? . I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down! We can't see the ancient holy king who accepted talents, nor can we see the wise king who was thirsty for talents in later generations. Only the world is boundless, and I can't stop crying with sadness. A touch of crimson lips is a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. A piece of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade 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. The voice is searching slowly, cold and desolate, sad and miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence! Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. I can't stand the bitterness in my dream, but I will even shout, are you okay? Long time no see. Who did you like later? Every story is written for you. The whole world is moving, but you don't respond. Suddenly feel sad, if you and I really separated like this. It doesn't matter if I try to think about your pain. I will bravely lose you with blessing and gratitude. Later, it was just two flowers with stories on both sides and no old friends. I want to take you to see eternity, but I forget that you don't want to accompany me to my old age. After what you said, who will bear witness? The oath is just a beautiful wound in the past. It's really embarrassing to think about it, but I dare not bother you. Commitment can't endure time all the time and bear loneliness alone. I would rather have nothing than suddenly lose it. In fact, I have a good life, but being melodramatic makes me sad. Maybe he's just addicted to ambiguity, but you're distracted. Just like a person recovering from a serious illness, there is always a painful wound. Some people are like mountains and rivers, but they are not ports of call. Since then, I have become bohemian, which has nothing to do with you. Intimate love is good love, which I have never experienced. Perhaps not being reconciled is the reason why I can't let you go so far. I am afraid that you will become more and more serious and lose your initial enthusiasm. Some people said they liked me, but no one ever insisted. I can't bear the fleeting time, but I can't escape the teenagers here. The sadness and loneliness under your back only need you to understand. I know love is unreliable, but I still try my best to jump in. He said that there can be any love at the beginning of crossing. There are many stories about him, but none of them are about me. Are you afraid of giving it to the wrong person? How strong is the indifference to the world? You keep flooding and I'll keep surfing. I wish you a good life and hope I can forget it. Nobody wants to wait forever. Don't let her down when she loves you. Over time, it will fade. Don't laugh, your tears are gone. I only sigh that the time is too short, I met each other late, but I am sincere but not brave enough. In the future, if you promise her long-term love, will you remember the time you owe me? It's better not to be friends than to be lovers. I love you with my youth, and I forget you with the rest of my life. Losing love is like cutting off your burnt hair. Comfort is just warm nonsense. There is no need to tell me that you don't like me, and I don't care much about you. She can love cigarettes, wine, self-harm and blood, but she can't love anyone anymore. Grief doesn't have to be public unless you really love being a clown. Am I still the most important person to you? I don't deserve you. Although I work hard and I like you, I have no idea. Lonely for a long time, I will habitually push away when I meet sudden warmth. You are more and more introverted, and those temperament are less and less laughing and more and more silent. There are so many of her in his story, but there is only one of him in mine. People who don't want to die, people who don't repent all their lives, all have nonsense family ties. I am most afraid of being sentimental, wasting my life, being unruly and being too persistent. Wrong love is like shoes that don't fit. My feet hurt and so does my heart. He is not the best in the world, but he is not available in my world. It's just that I can't share your every moment without you. When I wake up at midnight, tears are just lonely shadows in the mirror. The tears you shed for her that day are the most bitter and poisonous wine I have ever drunk. Bury mottled tears and lock the door of the story behind the corner. I have to leave your stubbornness, but I haven't forgotten your strength after all. Some people get it, but they don't feel as emotional as before. Only when the strong wind awakens the soul do we know that our original beauty was just a dream. They are too proud to bow their heads. Let's part. Why torture each other? I'm glad I came to your side, but I'm sorry I didn't walk into your heart. Don't always gamble like a desperate gambler. Don't use peace as a reason to break up. If you really like it, how can you bear to let it go? I have developed a temper that you like, and you really blame me for not being what you like. How can I regain my dignity, let him go and never think about him again? Not everyone will believe you, and not everyone deserves your trust. Don't covet meaningless people or things. How can you free your hands to carry garbage and receive gifts? It is often said that love needs no reason, but why, there are so many reasons for not loving! The most terrible thing in the world is not to die alone, but to die alone with someone who will grow old with you. Later, I learned that places without you are far away, and places with you are paradise. I went to check his past not because I was jealous, but because I was sad and affectionate, and he never gave it to me. She makes your eyes red, but you still smile. Forgive the rain in your eyes, but you hold up an umbrella for her in your heart. This is love. I like being caught in endless rain, telling endless stories and thinking about people who once thought they were important. The biggest sorrow is that when we have something, we can't learn to cherish it, and we won't know it until we regret it ... All jokes contain serious words, and those seemingly incomprehensible responses are probably the most euphemistic refusal. On Youzhou Tower Author: Chen Ziang is in front of me, where is the past era? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. In the Tang Dynasty, the cold light of Gaoshi Hotel stayed up alone, and the guests' hearts became sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year. In the Song Dynasty, Li Qingzhao's fog was thick and the clouds were sad forever, and her mind was refreshed, and golden beasts were sold. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.