It's Mei. When you passed my window, Han Mei was in full bloom. Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems
Tonight, the moon is full of hope. I wonder who will fall in Qiu Si? Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights Looking at the Moon and Sending it to Du Langzhong
4. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening. Du Fu's Eight Guards for Chu Shi
6, sad, sad, parting, happy. Nine songs "think less about life"
7, Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky. Yue Fei
8. A person who is a stranger in a foreign land misses his relatives on holidays. On September 9, Wang Wei recalled the Shandong brothers.
9. We met for the last time in the flowers, and we parted in the flowers. It has been a year since it blossomed. Wei's letter to my friend and.
10, I wish people a long life and a beautiful scenery. Su Shi's "Water Tune"
1 1, crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, but looking forward to Bingzhou as my hometown. Liu Zao's Journey to the North
12, it looks better when it's gone, and the world is gone without running water. Li Yu's "Langtaosha"
Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring. When you feel it, the tears are fading, and the lonely birds sing their sadness. Du Fu
14, a tramp heard the drums that indicated the battle. It was the first call in autumn, and a wild goose came from the border. The dew turns to frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is bright! Brothers are scattered, and no one can ask about life and death. Letters sent to Luoyang city are often not delivered, and wars often do not stop. Du Fu's Night Memories of My Youth
15, the moon is bright tonight. I wonder who Qiu Si will fall into. Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights Looking at the Full Moon and Sending it to Du Langzhong
16, the candle has a heart to say goodbye and tears for others until dawn. Du Mu's Farewell
17, Humayi is in the north wind and birds are flying south. Nineteen ancient poems, "Walking again"
18, alone at the bottom of the river, moonlight like water. Zhao Xia's Thought of Jiang Lou
19, the morning sun flows in Yuanjiang, and Yi Jun is far away from Xikou. Who is away from the thunderstorm in Wang Zhi? Return home in spring next year. Wang Changling's Send Wu Jiugui to Yuanling
20. Now, close to my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. Song Wenzhi's Du Dayu Ling
2 1, I'm in a foreign land, and I miss my family more often during festivals. On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
22. The soldiers turned around and looked at the border, thinking of home with longing eyes. Lipper
23. Elegy can be crying or angelica in the distance. The elegy of Yuefu in the two Han Dynasties
24. Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the warbler sound like Laoshan. Si Kongtu's "Five Books"
25. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Ma Zhiyuan's Tianjingsha Qiu Si
26. Suddenly, an old song filled my heart and my eyes filled with tears. Du shenyan
27, people say that the sunset is the end of the world, looking at the end of the world but can't see home. Homesickness: Li Gou
28. This spring has passed again. When is the year of return? Du fu's quatrains
29, there is no other language in the industry, just want to return early. Yuan Kai's letter from the capital
30. It is almost as difficult for friends to meet. As for Du Fu, the star of the morning and evening, "To Wei Ba Chu Shi"
3 1, 400,000 people shed tears, where is the end of the world? Sitong Tan
32. Being far away from hate is like spring grass. You are still alive as you go further and further. Nan's Qing Ping Le
33. It's easier to see than at other times. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
I met her a long time ago, but since we separated, the time has become longer, and the east wind has started and a hundred flowers have blossomed. Untitled Li Shangyin
36. If there is no north-south road outside the door, people should avoid parting. Du Mu's Farewell
37. But tomorrow morning, on the other side of the mountain, the dawn will be white, with plum trees at home. Inscription by Song Wenzhi on the wall of an inn in the north of Dayu Mountain.
38. Who knows that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and I am always in Cangzhou! Lu you
39, there should be no hate, when it grows out of round. Su Shi's "Water Tune"
40, I saw my intestines were broken, so I went back. Bai Juyi's Nanpu Bie
4 1, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"
42. Where is your hometown? It's leisurely to think about it. Wei's Yan Wen
43. After people return to geese, they think about flowers before. Xue Daoheng's "Every Day Someone Homesick"
44. I didn't know everything was empty until I died, but I was sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Lu You's "Xiuer"
45, only in front of the mirror lake, the spring breeze does not change the waves of the past. He's "Two Hometown Couplets"
46. Elegy can be crying, and you can look at Angelica from a distance. Elegy, a folk song of Han Yuefu
He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and how bright the moonlight is at home! . Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
48. You people from my old country, tell me what happened there! . It's plum blossoms. When you pass my silk window, the cold plum blossoms. Wang Wei's Three Miscellaneous Poems
49. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. Wang Wei's "Send Yuan and Twenty Shores to Xi"
50. I was speechless and the pedestrians started again. Zhang Jide's Qiu Si
5 1 but I looked home, and the twilight was getting thicker? There is a sad mist on the river waves! Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao
52. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper in thousands of feet than in Wang Lun. Li Bai's gift to Wang Lun.
I miss my relatives every holiday. On Wang Wei's Mountain Holiday Missing Shandong Brothers
54. Young people leave home, old people return, and the local accent has not changed. He Zhangzhi's Homecoming Book
55. The day of departure is far away, and the day of clothing is slow. Nineteen ancient poems, "Walking again"
56, but the inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. Meng Jiao's ode to a wanderer
57. The hometown is a thousand miles away tonight, and it is another year of the Ming Dynasty. Comfortable night work
58. Don't be sad. Qu Yuan's Nine Songs and Less Commandments
59. Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of river and lake night rain. Huang Tingjian's "Send Yellow Several Times"
60. I often go, Yangliu is Yiyi; The road is muddy and difficult to walk, and people are thirsty and hungry. Xiao Ya and Cai Wei in The Book of Songs
6 1, cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is parting. Nan's Meet You Huan
62. The foot of my bed is shining with such bright light. Is it already frosted? . I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic. Li Bai's Thoughts on a Quiet Night
Golden Gate Modern Lyrics
It's spring, in the south.
My body is burning.
The man said, look at the Golden Gate Island over there.
Eyes blown by the wind
Tougu coolness
I float between this shore and the other.
Miss a person
Where are you?
Give me some warmth.
A smile may sweep past.
Actually, I'm really not.
A woman who cares about the world
I only do it wholeheartedly.
A man's lover
This is my profession and mission.
I let every jiaozi have a soul mate.
Let the glittering and translucent white rice
Be blackened by history
I am also responsible for cleaning your socks and feet.
I like to curl up on the pillow when you are asleep.
Happy as a dog.
We are not young anymore.
physical strength
You can't even cut swordfish.
Only water, bread and vegetables.
As long as I am always like a sail
Let the wind penetrate my body.
In March this year, in the south
honeysuckle
If you turn around at this time,
You will see those white elves.
Their delicate bodies
on hand
Between the tea tree and the cuckoo
They are rocking.
small
Let them enjoy the day.
Because they are
honeysuckle
honeysuckle
Even if you don't look back
You can see them, too
Those yellow gods
Their lives are always like this.
Decisive deduction
In a certain year
one day
I walked up the hill.
Suddenly think of them
They are not here this season.
That once glorious land
Cry in vain.
Emotional pain of modern lyric poetry
be accustomed to
Lonely night
late night
Share loneliness with missing.
be accustomed to
A cold wind
cold
Fight sorrow with sorrow.
be accustomed to
Silent and inexplicable rain
The rain dispersed.
People feel helpless.
be accustomed to
Look at the moon in the cup
Spring has gone and autumn has come-the passage of time.
This heart still has nowhere to send.
Through the barren night
Life withers in memory.
Cover up the lost hesitation
Time lingers on the wound.
A dream full of sadness.
The humid night sky in memory
I used to stare at it
As true as false.
let
There is no wind without heart.
Cause layers of pain
Hua Fu crossroads
The lingering under the long street
Have gone their separate ways.
doomsday
Review of love line
But my eyes are blurred.
Sadness and loneliness
Accompany a person's face
The bitter precipitation of this life
See you in full bloom with modern lyrics.
How did this happen?
Why are you indifferent?
A childlike heart. But endure the old pain and hatred.
Helpless, boring, innocent, unnecessary … heartless.
Don't be like me. I am a slave to God.
And you are youth. It can't be the withering of yellow flowers in autumn.
Even if you give me your ferocity, don't betray your tenderness to me.
You're not a star yet, so why burn too early? Become a meteor?
No matter how high the sky you come from, as long as you fall once, it will break people's hearts.
I'm not like you.
I am far away from this city,
I don't follow the strange world.
I only regard that mountain road full of flowers as my life.
I walked to the stream, into the jungle,
I only flirt with mountains and seas.
My desire is actually deeper than yours.
I held out my hand, but you didn't feel it.
I only reach out to explore the irresistible part of that delicate feeling.
So I told the night sky,
In fact, everything is redundant.
In fact, the flower of blood is in full bloom.
When the season comes,
Everything is happening.
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