The beginning of the poem with full score in ancient style: 1. I love the remaining sunset, the reddest sunset, the trickling water, I keep the clearest cluster; recalling the footsteps of my growth, I will not forget the early arrival taste. 2. In a daze, I remembered that past event again, like a wisp of smoke rising in front of my eyes, and the forgotten past slowly became clear again.
The beginning of the poetic and ancient style full score composition
1. The drizzle is not sorrowful, and the wind is getting stronger. Roll up your sleeves and shake down the cloud pool. Drunk, drunk for a while, shrouded in mist, willow branches swaying in the rain, I have always liked Liu Ye Suzhuang, spotless, I can't help but pick up the jasper, drunk in the wind, drunk in the rain, drunk in dreams, quietly listening to the murmur of the raindrops. A sadness that touches deeply tender memories. Sour, some desolate verses.
2. Love each other long and hard. Enthusiastically, Asagi said. There is a harp and a harp, and my ears are full. To make me happy, I have to bring mandarin ducks with me. Youyou look at each other and love each other. Upside down, rare conversation. Orchid and Gui are very fragrant, and the head of Guiling River is there. Express my feelings, long companion.
3. Pale, a piece of paper, a piece of paper, a clear dream, a piece of coldness, a piece of paper, a piece of sadness, times, Klook dreamland, Mid-Autumn Moon; who is the red makeup and pink lady, a desolate dream, The autumn water is constant, the fallen flowers fill the heart, the half-moon, the lonely hope, the rustling, the cold wind stabs the heart, the faint pain, singing to the wine, the tears scattered in the dream of hell, the fragrance of ink, the floating moonlight, the butterflies, the vague meaning.
4. After the rain, the Orchid Pavilion is on the shore of dreams. When the water is still, the wind is hazy. The light smoke attracts the swallows to cross the clouds, and the colorful screen is in front of the flowers... If you don't get drunk by the breeze, Cao Sui is in Tianshu. Suzuki Fuka, Naruto. Dew crystals, tropical rainforest flowers blooming... light dance steps, swaying dreamy red sleeves. Butterflies love flowers, the fragrance is intoxicating. The sunset is red and the breeze caresses Ningxi River. Smiling at the reed pipe, dreaming quietly in the rain in front of the flowers, the fragrance has always been satisfying...
5. Finger scroll, learned, beside the tree in front of the window, En Shengxue, wearing plain clothes, like Liu Fufeng, in In the misty Jiangnan, the soft singing of China and India is about a pure heart. Holding a jade-grey pen, ink and wash the worldly thoughts, leaning on the railing to draw a bridge, caressing a touch of autumn sadness, stepping on the fragrance of ink, and there is only a faint shadow in the hazy mist and rain. Selected beginnings of excellent compositions
1. Read this life, the fleeting years of wind and smoke, holding hands with the world, condensing the words of love day and night. Two people who are attached to each other like flowers, you are my only warmth, not negative, the lingering words of prosperous lips. That day, the sky was gloomy, just like my mood. Stepping onto the broken sadness, close your eyes, unable to remember your complete smile, the thousand-year world of mortals is filled with endless sadness at this moment, and my world begins to snow.
2. You are my gentle one, and the fragrance on my pillow warms my attachment to life under the moonlight. There is a hint of autumn in my eyes, missing my eyebrows. Under the long moon, I was still a woman in a dream, with long flowing hair, colorful and dancing shadows. And thousands of miles away, whether you are caressing the sword with a long chant, white snowflakes of victory, or a clear smile.
3. I spent my whole youth, but I can't get out of the long rainy season. I sang all the way, looked back all the way, recalled it again, and shed more tears. I want to turn my heart into a drop of dew, perch on the broad leaves of my dream, fall asleep, and wake me up in the morning of the next life. So, in this life, you can make me settle down, and return my plain heart like the bright moon, gentle like jade, and clear eyes flowing, just like the fullness when I first saw you.
4. The rustling sky and lingering sadness have become thousands of knots in whose piano music? The moon cries as it sets, and the thousand years of wind and frost sing? When a smile arouses infatuation, it is destined that in the mortal world, we will go through thousands of years of entanglement with you. Tonight, I can't help but be drunk in the dawn of my past life. The lotus roots are deep, the willow trees are shaded, and the rain tower in the mist is still the vast sea.
5. A wisp of green smoke curls up, green flying water, catkins flying. Life is like a dream, quiet like water. I don't seek love or sorrow. I just wish you a happy life. The past is rough and the present life is bitter. Regardless of rain or snow, we just want to get drunk together, fill half a lifetime of wandering, and say goodbye to infatuated resentment.
My whole body is peeled off and covered with scars, waiting for the phoenix's nirvana. My wish is desolate, and I can send it on paper. I hope that I can be connected to my clothes in this life.