Old love is like a dream, and it is natural to be heartbroken. Why is it autumn?
Don't hate the fleeting time, hate the residual butterfly powder.
Leisure always pays the price of getting drunk, but I'm afraid I'll still be in front of the bottle when I wake up. It's better not to think about the past and watch the sunset with a red pillow.
Things in the world are as melancholy as they are, and the old tour in Hengtang, Mo Wen.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
I am a melancholy person in the world.
Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left.
The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.
Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter.
2 meet each other
Wei Yun touched a distant mountain, cold and soluble, just like a personal thrush.
Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop.
Like a dream, the musk deer is slightly smoky, and it is the sunset sneaking downstairs.
Infinite sadness makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sadness. Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me.
Modern poetry
Common jasmine orange
The stream longs for the waves flowing to the ocean, but longs for returning to land. After 20 years of vicissitudes, our souls come back every night and turn into the fragrance of the garden swept by the breeze.
Youth without complaining
When you are young, if you fall in love with someone, please be gentle with her, no matter how long you have been in love. If we can always treat each other gently, then all the moments will be flawless. If you have to part, say goodbye and thank her in your heart for giving you a memory. When you grow up, you will know that when you look back, you will have no regrets, just like the quiet moon on the mountain.
fierce/wild/violent wind
So bow your head and say goodbye. Which rivers in the world can really turn back? Just like the grassland meets and withers together in autumn, let's meet and hate each other. Only the strong wind always refuses to stop, always rushing in the forest beside the mountain and sweeping through my mottled heart. Those memories that fall like autumn leaves.
Pick up a letter from a friend
Failure is not only the late spring, but also the forgotten faces of you and me? Dust-laden days, dust-laden nights, dust-laden Chinese New Year, autumn grass that bows its head and gathers its eyebrows and slowly recedes are all silent poems.
dusk
On a young night, I heard a song, lingering like a mountain wind blowing through the lily, but when I longed for it again, I was silent, but I couldn't see it, and there was nowhere to stay. But one evening after twenty years, what is similar to that night, which makes the melody suddenly come? Shan Ye drums should force my heart to look back at the path, and the youthful and delicate half-life bumps turn into sweet tears in the evening.
Meet sb. leave
Not all dreams can be realized in time, not all words tell you, and guilt and regret are always deeply planted in your heart after parting. Although they say that all kinds of things in the world will eventually become empty, I didn't mean to miss it, but I kept doing it, missed yesterday's blossoming and missed it again. I still have to repeat the same parting today, and I will be a stranger for the rest of my life. Bow down to you at dusk, please take care of me, although they say that everything in the world will eventually become empty.