Let no one see me cry.

Pretend to be indifferent to you

Don't want to think of you

Blame yourself for not having the courage

I can't breathe with heartache.

I can't find any trace of you.

Seeing you with my own eyes

But there is nothing you can do.

Let you disappear at the end of the world

Can't find a strong reason.

I can't feel your tenderness anymore.

Tell me where the stars are.

Is there an end there?

I can't breathe with heartache.

I can't find the trace left by yesterday.

Seeing you with my own eyes

But there is nothing you can do.

Let you disappear at the end of the world

Can't find a strong reason.

I can't feel your tenderness anymore.

Tell me where the stars are.

Is there an end there?

Make a wish on a shooting star.

Let you know that I love you.

Those beautiful poems about lotus flowers

"Sidi Township" Sun Guangxian

How's it going? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain.

Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus.

Pan Lang's Recalling Yuhang

I remember that lonely mountain for a long time. It was like clusters in the middle of the lake. The monk's room is surrounded by the lake, and he will come back when it is clear.

Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests. Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain.

Picking mulberry seeds Ouyang Xiu

After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine. Here comes the wine, no need to mark it, followed by the green cover of the red chamber.

The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.

Linjiang xianzi Ouyang xiu

In the willows outside, there is light thunder and drizzle in the pool; The sound of rain and the sound of rain, dripping on the lotus leaf, make a thin sound. Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east.

Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook. The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple. Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore.

"Linjiang Xianzi" Ye Mengde

I didn't see the fish jump over the harbor, but I passed by the lake on purpose. Whispering winds and chaotic Yu He. Wei Yun blew away and the moon fell.

I haven't finished drinking a glass of white wine, and I'm staggered when I come back. No one can sing the song of picking ling. Xiao Xuan pillow bamboo, eaves shadow hanging star river.

Liuyong, Gan Caozi

At dusk in autumn, the lotus is scattered and the pearls are raining. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.

I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written.

"Recent Love" Yan Dao Ji

The first turning point of frost was disappointing. Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Take a nap, wake up one day, double bamboo covered with cold wave.

Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears. Obliquely facing the new moon in Lv Yun, the curved ring looks like a frown.

Yan, the original reviewer

I hate wading across the river for a long time, so I moved closer to the stream head. Wandering the Mulan boat, wandering the two-yuan shop.

Unreasonable frivolous clouds, dark for the base fiber rain. Green sleeves are too cold to talk to Lotus.

Early Summer of Ruan Langgui Su Dongpo

Green locust, high willow, swallows, new cicadas, the wind first enters the string. Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep.

After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed. Jade basin hand tanchun, Zhu Qiong broken and round.

Yongyule Su Dongpo

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, the lotus leaves the dew, and the loneliness is unknown.

Like three drums, one leaf is loud, and the dark dream cloud is broken. The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden.

Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown. Swallow house is empty, where is beauty? Swallows are locked in the building.

Ancient and modern dreams, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao.

Man Fang Ting Huang Tingjian

The water is thick and clear, the new strip is light green, and the green light reflects the virtual pavilion. Golden flower frost heron, lotus path picks up duckweed.

Du Xiangzhu's trunk was bent, thin and sparse by red makeup. The night wind is clear, the pond is full, and the water is clear and the stars are moving.

I can hear that after a light rain, she bloomed, so she moved to the Hu bed and became a square screen.

The practice scale is full of clouds, the sound is constant, and the eaves ring wind chimes. The banquet was reopened, and the Yaochi was full of snow and green.

Huangchao

Nanyuan is better than summer. In twos and threes, Hsinchu first came out and crossed the eaves to invade households.

Listen to the chaotic lotus wind and sprinkle the phoenix rain. After noon, the curtains are uneven, cicadas are singing away, and dreams are still there.

Stay, the past is empty, have you ever lived when you met? It is not enough to count human events, but also to dream about emotions.

Look at a few floating flowers, a wisp of fragrance lingers. The strange Taoist said: Tao Qian did a great job.

Nan Kezi is a wonderful work in the poetry anthology of sages in Tang and Song Dynasties.

Shili Qingshan is far away, and the tide is flat and the road is sand. Several times, birds complained that the years were another bleak time of the end of the world!

The Millennium gathers the waning moon, and the breeze scatters the clouds. Green Di Yang asked Lotus: Remember the family that sold wine in those days?

"Bodhisattva Man" Mrs. Wei

The Red Chamber leans against the bend of the stream, and the stream in front of the building is cold and jade. Mulan boat rippled, with people and teenagers on board.

Lotus is charming and wants to say, laughing into the mandarin duck spectrum. On the waves, smoke is low, and on the song month, diamonds return.

Nian Nujiao Jiang Kui

Make a scene. Remember to try Yuanyang for company when you come. Thirty-six cruel people have not arrived, and there are countless water clothes.

The green leaves are cool, the jade capacity sells wine, and the rain falls. Shake, Leng Xiang flies to the poem.

At dusk, the green pavilion is graceful, and the lover has gone, so why put up with Ling Bo? I'm afraid the dance clothes will fall off easily when they get cold, and I'm afraid I'll enter Nanpu and Xifeng.

High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow the waves, leaving me to live in the flower room. How many fields, how much back to the sand.

Yan Fenglian, Jie Jiang

I dreamed of the Tang dynasty, and the end of spring in the palace was late, just as I was dancing and dragging. Cui Yun's team is full of scarlet clothes and his hands are hanging down.

Suddenly, the drums rushed up and flew out in a panic like Cai Feng. I dreamed of seeing Princess Wan Qiong and seeing the lotus being blown by the wind.

"Narcissus ode to Jiangnan" Zhang

A river is full of smoke and water, and people on both sides draw eaves.

A lotus bush is light, watching the dance again and again, and the wind is ten miles away.

The original painting is to the end of the world, the wine flag is outside the wind, and the situation is set in Jiangnan.

"New River" Li Qunyu

Tian Tian has eight or nine leaves scattered by the green pool. Tender and flat, the round shadow has covered the fish.

Duckweed can't cover up, it's weak and sparse. Half at the bottom of the spring wave, I feel uncomfortable.

Li Shangyin travels alone in Qujiang in late autumn.

Lotus leaves hate life in spring when they are born, and hate life in autumn when they are dry.

I know I've been in love for a long time, and I'm disappointed with the sound of the river in Wangjiangtou.

Li Shangyin's Love in Luosi Pavilion —— In Memory of Cui Yonghe and Cui Zhou

Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.

Autumn frost flies late, leaving dry lotus to listen to the rain.

Li Shangyin, A Gift to the Lotus

People in the world have different descriptions of flowers and leaves. They plant flowers in beautiful golden pots, but regardless of the flowers and leaves, they fall into the soil and become dust.

Only the lotus flower is matched with red flowers and green leaves. The lotus leaf has a roll of Shu, and the lotus flower has a bloom, which is so perfect and natural.

Lotus and lotus leaf shine on each other for a long time. When the lotus leaf falls, it withers. What a pity!

"Huanxisha" Xue

I hate the whole country, I cried a lot of red tears, and the wind condensed my skin.

The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes.

Huanxi shazhang

The mountain shakes the lake around the city, the reflection of the lake infiltrates the green hills, and the crystal building wants to watch the night.

When the fog and willow are dark, the clouds are overcast and the moon is full, and the dew is turned over by fireflies, and it is rustling until morning.

Huanxi Shalijing

Xiang Lian sells green leaves, and the west wind worries about the blue waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.

The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing.

Nanxiangzi Li Xun

Riding on a float and crossing the lotus pond, the song is melodious and wakes up the sleeping mandarin duck.

You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset.

Classical and beautiful poetry

1 I can't remember how many nights I slipped through my fingers when I was leafing through the paper; I can't remember how many candles turned to ashes under my gaze. After death, I will always hear the echo of my commitment to life, and feel that the flow of years is gradually diluting my youth and ignorance. I wish I were a clockwound clock, keeping every moment of my enrichment in the flow day and night.

If human beings don't take good care of our earth, one day, raging sandstorms and accumulated garbage will engulf our beautiful home. I appeal to people all over the world: let's start from now on and work together to protect and build our home!

As the saying goes, there is no end to learning. We are like flocks of fish jumping and frolicking in the vast ocean of knowledge, born, growing and living in the ocean of knowledge. Without these life-sustaining seawater, we can't survive. If you jump out of this ocean and live on land, you will be killed by the ruthless sun.

How can the delicate flowers on the ridge match her beautiful face? A clear stream in the mountains can't be compared with her childlike heart.

I pulled Miss La Chun's skirt, and Miss Chun took me to the green world.

I spread the paper on the desk and couldn't wait to strike the gong so that everyone could see my glorious score.

7 For five thousand years, dzi could not put out the fire; There is a foolish ambition in ancient times, and now we stand at the threshold of the new century from the beginning. Our pursuit is to let the brilliant joy of the motherland fly in a beautiful tomorrow.

Beauty is ordinary, so ordinary that you can't feel her existence; Beauty is dull, so dull that only warm memories are left; Beautiful and calm, so calm that only you can try your best to stir up her ripples.

The heart is a tree, the roots of love and hope are rooted in the soil, and the branches and leaves of wisdom and emotion bloom under the blue sky. Whether it is the wind and rain of the years or the rolling dust covering the green leaves, it always stands there waiting silently, accepting everything, being neither arrogant nor impatient, neither humble nor supercilious.

The heart is a tree, and the story is carried by the annual rings; Once I come back, I will meet the birds; Repeated collisions make it dense and flexible; Scenes of experience have created its broad mind. The heart is a tree, and a tree cannot be a forest. So trees are independent and connected, and their hearts are different and blind.

10 life is white paper, and each of us is a painter with various pens; Life is also a long road, with no end in sight, and each of us is a hiker on the road of life; Life is still like a magical land, and each of us is a cultivator with farm tools; But life is more like a difficult book, and each of us is a tireless reader.

1 1 Throughout the long history, there are countless examples of failure. Almost everyone will fail in everything. If you are afraid of failure, you can only do nothing. Only if you are not afraid of failure can you succeed in your career. There is a difficult and tortuous process between failure and success. Someone once compared this process to a bridge. Many people at all times, at home and abroad have succeeded through this bridge.

Gou Jian, the King of Yue in the Spring and Autumn Period, was not afraid of failure and finally defeated the State of Wu. The Curies were not afraid of failure and finally discovered radium. Sun Yat-sen was even more frustrated and finally overthrew the Qing Dynasty. China * * * producers are not afraid of failure, and finally won the final victory. It can be seen that failure is not terrible, and every setback is regarded as a new starting point. Wan Li will definitely reach the other side of victory from the beginning, persevere and redouble its efforts.

A year's plan starts with spring. Youth is the spring of life. Don't live up to the love and gifts of the elderly. Take action and sow your dreams!

13, how difficult it is, was once a rule. Please see: Qu Yuan was exiled and wrote Li Sao; Sima Qian was imprisoned and wrote historical records; Ouyang Xiu lost his father at the age of two and became a gifted scholar. Cao Xueqin ate porridge with his family and wrote the immortal Dream of Red Mansions. Gou Jian, the King of Yue, was lying on the credit book in an attempt to wash away the national humiliation. Han Xin was humiliated by his legs and commanded millions of soldiers. They all became great men in the struggle against adversity!

14 who said that people are separated by oceans, who said that the heart has a strong embankment? Sixteen-year-old birds fly into the sky and always find branches to rest.

15 books, various books. Books hold the ardent hopes of mankind; Books contain rich human feelings. When a book is mentioned, there will be endless words.

16 was once brilliant and once withered. Is this your life until death do us part? My dear mother nature. How many times, I fell on the ground and listened to your heavy pulse; How many times have I stood in front of the mountain and felt the vastness of Songtao for thousands of years? Your grandeur is enough to make the Chinese nation take off; Your selflessness has composed a moving and eternal song.

17 The flower of success blooms in the industrious branches, and the bitter fruit of failure breeds in the hotbed of laziness.

18 A father is a towering mountain for his son, and his son is just a stone, which originates from the mountain, but he doesn't understand it. Many love passwords in life need to be interpreted in detail. In the fertile soil of affection, if you want to harvest the most beautiful fruit, you can only expect the voice of heart and heart, love and the tacit understanding of love that exists at that moment.

19 Because of my self-confidence, I took the first step in my life with my tender legs when I was learning English. Because of self-confidence, I hold high the first prize certificate again and again; Because of my self-confidence, I cut off my flowing long hair without stint and showed my elegance on the sports field. Thanks to my self-confidence, it gave me a pair of wings, flying in lightning and thunder, fighting life in the wind and rain!

Travelers compare trees to street lamps, laborers to umbrellas, poets to elves, but I want to compare trees to teachers. It is an umbrella to keep out the wind and rain, a street lamp to point out the direction, and a golden key to open the temple of knowledge.

2 1 books are like a ladder, which can lead people to the palace of culture; Books are like a key, which will help us open the window of wisdom in our hearts; Books are like a boat, which will take us to the ocean of knowledge.

Time is like a stream, which can attract us to the ocean of life; Time is like a boat, which will help us sail to the other side of the ideal; Time is like a brush, it will show us the picture of life.

23 *** China celebrated her 50th birthday. Fifty years is like a long river, with rapids and slow flows; Fifty years is like a long scroll, with cool colors and warm colors; Fifty years is like a piece of music, with bass and treble; Fifty years is like an epic, with pain and joy. The long river is always flowing, the picture scroll has just begun, the music is gradually climax, and the epic is still being written. We * * * and China are entering a new era with firm steps.

Persuading yourself is the victory of reason; I was moved by myself, which is a sublimation of my soul; Conquering oneself is the success of life.

If you are blue sky, I would like to be white clouds; If you are a flower, I would like to be the accompanying grass; If you are a big tree, I would like to be an embellished green leaf. I sincerely hope that I can be a happy note in your life and bring blessings to every minute.

A wise man's study is like an eagle fighting in the sky and looking up at the endless earth; Stupid people study aimlessly, just like headless moths flying around; Diligent people study, like a winding river, which will eventually flow into the sea despite twists and turns; Lazy people study like wood in water. The greater the resistance, the faster they will go backwards.

Life is a long chess game. There is no hunting for the west wind in this chess game, and there is no performance of smoke everywhere. There is only a choice between choice and advance and retreat. Only like a chess piece, March forward along the road of life, and never back down, with hard work and perseverance, March forward, can write the most magnificent song of the strong in life.

There is a poem that is the most touching, and that is youth; There is a time when life is the most beautiful, and that is youth; There is the most beautiful scenery, and that is youth. Youth, don't say tired, maybe your fantasy is ruthlessly destroyed by reality, maybe your pursuit ends in vain, but you have to believe that without the baptism of the cold wind, how can there be colorful spring, and how can there be fruitful results without the cultivation of the soul.

The daffodils are graceful, the orchids are elegant and fragrant, the peony is elegant and luxurious, and the pear flower will always be admired and admired by the world. As everyone knows, it has to go through countless hardships and bumps from a small seed to the last flowering! The same is true of our growth. Only by working as hard as a dreamer can our dreams come true!

On the long road of life, everyone will inevitably encounter all kinds of bumps or bad luck. A strong person will not bow to fate when facing the test of wind, rain, fog and darkness. No matter how cold the wind is, it will not last forever; No matter how thick the fog is, it will not last long. The wind is gone, but the sun is still shining.

3 1 this deep maternal love made me deeply realize that even if you are an eagle, you will never fly out of the sky of maternal love; Even if you are a fast ship sailing, you will never sail out of the long river of maternal love! On the road of life, no matter how far we have come and how far we have to go, we have to cross the bridge carefully built by our mother!

32. Human life is like a flood. Without touching the islands and reefs, it is difficult to stir up beautiful waves.

33. Iris is still blooming, and the butterfly in my heart has already turned into an eagle and flew to the vast blue sky.

Oh, mom, dear mom, your love for me is hotter than the sun and holier than snow. On the road of my growth, you are my daughter's shade in summer and charcoal fire in winter. You are a bright light in her life.

35, the ancients said: All rivers run into the sea, with great tolerance. In this world, there can be no contradictions and quarrels. We should face it with an open mind and a tolerant smile. Hubbard also said: the unspeakable joy of forgiveness and being forgiven is a great pleasure that even immortals will envy. Let's enjoy happiness from tolerance and experience happiness from understanding!

36. Smile is a ray of new green in spring, a ray of sunshine in autumn, a shade under the scorching sun and a plum blossom in winter snow. Face it with a smile, and you will feel that life is so warm and sweet!

37. Life is like a river, magnificent and endless. There is also a breeze in Xu Lai, and the water waves are stagnant; Life is like a song, with joyful notes and tragic melody. Life is like a boat, with smooth sailing and rapids. May we all bravely accept the baptism of the storm and accept the challenges and tests of life!

38. Youth is the nectar of the will and the sweat of hard work. Mika; Youth is a gorgeous rainbow woven with eternal hope and eternal yearning; Youth is an impregnable iron wall built with eternal persistence and tenacious toughness.

39. Faith is the pillar of high-rise buildings. Without it, it's just a pile of scattered bricks. Faith is the bed of a surging river. Without it, there is only a tidal wave. Faith is the beacon of blazing fire. Without it, there is only a cold firewood. Faith is the main engine of ocean-going ships. Without it, there is only a paralyzed giant frame.

40. Standing on the coast of history, I trace back to the ditch of history: Dr. Chu meditated on Zehe and died without regret; Wei Wudi pointed the whip to the east with great courage; Tao Yuanming is leisurely in Nanshan, drinking and picking chrysanthemums. They chose eternity. Even if they flatter and slander, they will not follow. This is a persistent choice. Even if the horse dies, the soul will return to the smoke and laugh at the sky, which is a heroic choice; Even if you are poor and have no food all day, you are willing to take pleasure in it and devote yourself to farming. This is an elegant choice. Some choices, emperors will become their great achievements, and sages will touch guests and become their eternal articles.

Beautiful sentences about white hair, poems about white hair

Beautiful sentences about white hair:

1. Join hands with white hair and accompany you forever.

There is white hair on the temple. Please don't hurt her in the years.

3. All my life, alone. Depend on each other until you have white hair.

4. There is no doubt that your hair will grow white on your head.

5. Time flies, white hair and beauty, you will always be there.

6. The road ahead is still long, and you can't wait for white hair.

7. Sorrow, like a flute, was young at first, but at the end of the song, I found my hair drooping.

8. If I am white-haired and my face is late, will you still hold my hand gently?

9. Even as I get older, I still remember you with black hair and love you with white hair.

10. Please remember that I will remember you with black hair and you who love white hair.

1 1. If he traded his hair for yours, it wouldn't be a waste for me to travel around the world alone.

12. Walking, I found my parents' white hair, so I want to grow up.

13. I don't know when my mother's silky hair has frosted.

14. The breeze messed up the old man's silver hair, which made people feel sad immediately.

15. You can't escape the gray hair of your destiny, so why struggle?

White hair poem

Author: Bai Juyi [Tang]

It has been 30 years since it happened, and now it is time to burn it out.

Singing all day like crazy, sick for a long time like a thin fairy.

Bajie held incense seals at night and read Jolie in three yuan.

The rest will be cleaned up in spring, and you will get drunk if you are not idle.