A cluster of plum blossoms
Red lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
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.
Prelude to water melody
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I wonder what year it is today. I want to ride home in the wind, for fear that it will be too cold. What's it like to dance and find the shadow on the earth? The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people live a long life.
Beautiful poems:
Thousands of miles away
The eaves are like cliffs, the wind chimes are like the sea, and I am waiting for Yan to return.
Time is arranged to play an accident, and you walk away quietly.
The story can't be separated from the fog outside the city.
You can't hear that the wind doesn't exist. I feel it.
Who wakes up and opens the window sill?
The future as thin as a cicada can't stand who will tear it down.
I will send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white.
The age of silence may not be too far away from love.
I drove you off the horizon. Are you still there?
Where does the piano come from? Life and death are hard to guess. It takes a lifetime to wait.
Hearing the tears, I went into the forest to find pear white, and I had to find a line of moss.
It's raining outside the mountain, and my sideburns are gray
Hearing the tears, I went into the forest to find pear white, and I had to find a line of moss.
Outside the mountain, I'll wait for you.
A glass is white and transparent dust, and your flawless love.
You came from the rain and poeticized your sadness. I am wet now.
Lotus is still here, but you don't come back.
Covered by years, the flowers you mentioned have gone blank.
Who wakes up and opens the window sill?
The future as thin as a cicada can't stand who will tear it down.
I will send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white.
The age of silence may not be too far away from love.
I drove you off the horizon. Are you still there?
Where does the piano sound come from? Life and death are hard to guess. ...
I will send you thousands of miles away, you are silent and black and white.
The age of silence may not be too far away from love.
I drove you off the horizon. Are you still there?
Where does the piano come from? Life and death are hard to guess. It takes a lifetime to wait.
Blue and white porcelain
The embryo outlines the blue-and-white brush strokes that turn from thick to light.
The peony depicted on the bottle is like your first makeup.
I know Ran Ran sandalwood through the window.
The pen on the rice paper is half here.
Glaze color rendering the charm of female figure is hidden.
You smile like a bud.
Your beauty is drifting away.
Go where I can't go
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Smoke from kitchen chimneys spans thousands of miles across the river.
Carved calligraphy at the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty.
Think of it as the foreshadowing of meeting you.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Moonlight salvage, clouds end.
For example, blue and white porcelain passed down from generation to generation.
There's a smile in your eyes
Koi fish, with white flowers and blue color, jumped to the bottom of the bowl.
I miss you when I copy my signature.
The secret you hid in the kiln for thousands of years.
Very delicate, like an embroidery needle landing.
Outside the curtain, plantains cause showers and knockers cause verdigris.
I passed by that small town in the south of the Yangtze River and made you angry.
In splash-ink landscape painting
You are hidden in the depths of ink.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Smoke from kitchen chimneys spans thousands of miles across the river.
Carved calligraphy at the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty.
Think of it as the foreshadowing of meeting you.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Moonlight salvage, clouds end.
Like blue-and-white porcelain handed down from ancient times, you are as beautiful as a fairy, with a beautiful smile.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Smoke from kitchen chimneys spans thousands of miles across the river.
Carved calligraphy at the bottom of the bottle imitates the elegance of the previous dynasty.
Think of it as the foreshadowing of meeting you.
The sky is blue, I am waiting for you.
Moonlight salvage, clouds end.
If the blue and white porcelain handed down from ancient times is beautiful, your eyes are smiling. )