1. Poems about describing touching

Poems about describing touching 1. What are the poems about "moving"

1. The meaning of things is profound, Moved, I pondered. ——Du Fu·Tang Dynasty's "Sick Horse"

Translation: Although it is a tiny creature, the affection it contains cannot be discussed superficially. You really moved me, and I want to ponder you wholeheartedly.

2. The agreement between life and death is broad, as explained by Zicheng. Hold your hand and grow old together. ——Anonymous Pre-Qin "Drumming"

Translation: Life and death gather and disperse, I once said to you. Hold your hand and grow old with you.

3. If love lasts for a long time, how can it last forever? ——Qin Guan·Song Dynasty's "Magpie Bridge Immortal·Xianyun Nongqiao"

Translation: As long as the love lasts until death, why should we covet the happiness of each other in the morning and evening?

4. Long-term lovesickness means long-lasting memories, but short-term lovesickness means endless memories. ——Li Bai·Tang Dynasty's "Autumn Wind Ci"

Translation: Eternal lovesickness is eternal memories, but short-lived lovesickness is endless.

5. Once upon a time, everything was difficult to overcome, except Wushan. ——Yuan Zhen·Tang Dynasty's "Five Poems on Lisi·Part 4"

Translation: Once you have been to the sea, the water elsewhere is not enough; except for Wushan, the clouds elsewhere are not worth mentioning. For the cloud.

6. The pearls shed tears when they return to you, and they wish they had met before they were married. ——Zhang Ji·Tang Dynasty "A Chronic Wife's Song to Master Li Sikong in Dongping"

Translation: Returning your twin pearls brings tears to my eyes, regretting that I did not meet you before I got married.

7. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss. ——Li Shangyin·Tang Dynasty's "Jin Se"

Translation: The shadow of the bright moon in the sea is like a pearl turned into tears.

8. Ask the world, what is love, and tell us whether it is life or death? ——Yuan Haowen·Jin Dynasty's "Moyu'er·Yanqiu Ci/Maipitang"

Translation: Oh my God! I would like to ask everyone in this world, what is love that makes these two flying geese treat each other in life and death?

9. I wish to be a winged bird in heaven, and a twig on earth. As time goes by, this hatred will last forever. ——""

Translation: In the sky, I wish to be like two birds flying together, and on the ground, I wish to be like branches growing side by side. Even if it lasts forever, there will always be an end, but the hatred of life and death will never end.

10. Spring silkworms will not run out until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. ——Li Shangyin·Tang Dynasty "Untitled·It's hard to say goodbye when we meet"

Translation: The spring silkworm spins its cocoon and spins out the silk only when it dies, and the candle wax is like tears when it burns out and turns to ashes. Only then can it drip dry.

2. Touching verses

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. You will be at the top of the mountain, and you will have a panoramic view of the mountains. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history. Live as a hero, die as a hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.

The young man listens to Yuge upstairs,

The tent is dimly lit by red candles.

A young man listens to the rain in a boat,

The river is wide and the clouds are low,

The broken geese call to the west wind.

Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut.

There are stars on my temples.

The joys and sorrows are always ruthless,

Every step lasts until dawn.

——Jiang Jie's "Poppy Listening to the Rain"

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The green Zijin is in my heart. Even if I don't go, will Zi Ning have no heir?

The green purple robe makes me think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?

Picking up the troubles and reaching the gates of the city. Not seeing him for one day is like missing him for three months.

Autumn Wind Ci by Li Bai

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost and startle again.

We know the day when we meet each other, but we are embarrassed at this time and night;

Entering my lovesickness door, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness brings long memories, short lovesickness brings endless ends,

Good morning Knowing that this is such a stumbling block to people's hearts, why didn't we know each other in the first place.

Jinse Li Shangyin

The Jinse has fifty strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of the past. Zhuang Sheng dreamed of butterflies and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart. Entrusting the cuckoo.

The moon in the sea has tears, and the warm sun in the blue field produces smoke. This feeling can be recalled, but it was already at a loss at the time

Meet Li Yu

Silently, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook. The lonely Wutong deep courtyard locks Qingqiu.

Continuous cutting and confusion are the symptoms of divorce. Don't just have the ordinary taste in your heart.

Magpie Bridge Immortal Qin Guan

The clouds make tricks, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver and Han are far away in darkness. Once the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win over countless others in the world.

Tenderness is like water, good times are like dreams, and I can’t bear to look at the magpie bridge on my way back. If the love between two people lasts for a long time, how can they be together day and night

Yu Linling Liu Yong

The chilling cicadas are miserable. Facing Changting at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to stay in the place of nostalgia.

Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, I was speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times. Even more embarrassing and neglected Qingqiu Festival. Where will I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows, with the dawn wind and the waning moon.

The passage of time should be a time of good times and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

A Cut of Plum Blossoms by Li Qingzhao

The fragrance of red lotus root lingers in the autumn jade mat. He undressed Luo Shang lightly and boarded the orchid boat alone. Who in the clouds sent brocade books? When the wild goose returns, the moon is full on the west tower.

The flowers float and the water flows, a kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow. There is no way to eliminate this feeling, so I lower my brows, but it is in my heart

The highest building Cheng Gai

Old worries, I talk about my eyebrows in shame. Always remember and travel with your shoulders. The skirts and stockings are on the peach blossom bank, and the thin shirt is gently fanning the apricot blossom tower. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times.

Unexpectedly, the spring breeze has broken. Who would have expected that the morning clouds would also fly away. It is easy to grow old, but it is difficult to repay hatred. Bees don't understand people's suffering, swallows don't understand people's sorrows. Old feelings can never be extinguished, when will they rest?

3. Touching poems

1. Giving clothes on the Dragon Boat Festival

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

Palace clothes are also famous, and they are honored during the Dragon Boat Festival.

The thin kudzu is soft in the wind, and the fragrant flowers are light in the snow.

If there is dampness in the sky, it will be cleared in the summer heat.

The inner meaning refers to the long and short, and the holy love is attached to it for life.

Translation: During the Dragon Boat Festival, the emperor bestowed precious palace clothes and showed great favor.

Xiangluo Yi is spun from fine kudzu. It is so soft that it floats when the wind blows. Its pure white color is like fresh snow.

Coming from the heaven, moistened by rain and dew, it is extremely cool to wear in the hot summer.

The length of the palace robe is exactly what you want, and it will carry the emperor’s hospitality throughout your life.

2. Farewell to my mother

Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren

Pulling up the curtains to pay homage to my mother and going to the river beam, my eyes are dry with white hair and tears.

It was a miserable snowy night in Chaimen, and it was better to have no children than to have no children at this time.

Translation: Because I was going to Heliang to make a living, I lifted up the curtains and reluctantly said goodbye to my elderly mother. When I saw the gray-haired old mother, I couldn’t help but shed tears, and the tears dried up. .

On this windy and snowy night, I couldn’t fulfill my filial piety by my mother’s side but had to cover my mother’s door and go away miserably. I couldn’t help but sigh: What’s the use of raising a son? It's better not to have one.

3. Three Qiang Village Poems·Part 3

Tang Dynasty: Du Fu

The chickens were crowing wildly, and the chickens were fighting with each other.

Driving the chickens up the trees, I heard the sound of knocking on firewood and thorns.

Four or five elders asked me about my long journey.

Everyone has something to carry in their hands, pouring out the turbid and clearing it up.

Don’t say that the wine tastes weak and the millet fields are unploughed.

The war has not ceased, and the children are marching eastward.

Please sing an old song for your father: It’s hard to be affectionate!

After singing, they looked up to the sky and sighed, and the four people burst into tears.

Translation: Flocks of chickens are crowing. When guests come, the chickens fight and fight.

After driving the chicken to the end of the tree, I heard someone knocking on the firewood door.

Four or five elders from the village came to express their condolences after I returned from a distant place.

They all carry gifts in their hands and pour wine from the tavern. Some of the wine is clear and some is turbid.

Repeatedly explained: "The reason why the wine tastes weak is because no one is plowing the fields.

The war has not stopped yet, and all the young people have gone eastward."

Please let me sing for my elders. In these difficult days, I would like to thank my elders for their affectionate condolences with wine.

After I finished singing, I couldn't help but look up to the sky and sigh. The guests here also burst into tears and were extremely sad.

4. National style·Weifeng·Papaya

Pre-Qin: Anonymous

Give me papaya and give me Qiongju in return.

It’s always good to be rewarded by a bandit!

Give me peaches and give me Qiongyao in return.

It’s always good to be rewarded by a bandit!

You gave me wood and plums, and you gave me Qiongjiu in return.

It’s always good to be rewarded by a bandit!

Translation: You give me the papaya, and I will give you the Qiongju in return. It's not to thank you, cherish the affection and stay with me forever.

You give me the wooden peach, and I will give you Qiong Yao in return. It's not to thank you, cherish the affection and stay with me forever.

You give me the wooden plum, and I will give you the Qiongjiu in return. It's not to thank you, cherish the affection and stay with me forever.

5. One of the six poems under the plug

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

In May, there is snow in the mountains, no flowers, only cold.

I heard the broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

Fight with the golden drum at dawn, sleep with the jade saddle in your arms at night.

I am willing to put my sword down from my waist and kill Loulan directly.

Translation: The Tianshan Mountains in May are still full of snow, there is only a biting cold air, and there are no flowers or plants at all.

Spring can only be imagined in the flute song "Breaking Willows", but spring has never been seen in reality.

During the day, the soldiers fought desperate battles with the enemy amidst the sound of golden drums, but at night they slept with their saddles in their arms.

I hope that the sword hanging on my waist can pacify the border as soon as possible and make meritorious service to the country.

4. Good words, sentences and paragraphs about touching

Good words to describe touching, speechless, tears, dedication, gratitude, care, encouragement, warmth, concern, heartache, shock, touching, deep feelings, support, applause, care and compassion Tears cover up sadness, smiles forget, tears dim, speechless for a long time, thousands of words, gratitude, tears, tears that move the world, tears in my eyes, infinite gratitude, gratitude, endless gratitude, touching, deep, sobs, sorrow, heaven and earth, mixed feelings, sentimental, thousands of emotions, thousands of emotions, touching my heart, feeling the same, feeling and forgetting myself. Minggan Wu's feeling of frost and dew is a good saying that describes being moved. The most beautiful thing in the world is being moved. This move is not just that others do good things to move you, but more importantly, you do good things to move others.

When you see other people’s moved faces, that is the most beautiful feeling in the world. --Feng Jicai: It is the way of man to treat those who are sincere.

Those who are sincere and unmoved are those who have not yet existed. If you are not sincere, there will be no one who can do anything.

-- Mencius People who have no music in their souls, or who are not moved by sweet and harmonious music... cannot be trusted. 1. Shakespeare Where sincerity comes, gold and stone are opened.

--An old saying: Learn with reason, move with emotion. --An old saying: Touching is a kind of kindness, which means treating others well and being kind to yourself.

--Anonymous Blessed are those who are often moved and full of passion. --Anonymous, as long as he can still be moved, he will not completely lose his conscience and nature; as long as he can be moved, even if you are placed on the edge of life, you will never give up your qualifications and innate talents easily. the right to speak.

--Anonymous Beautiful Sentences We have all gone through or are going through the years. Some things remain, and some are destined to disappear forever. Fortunately, we remembered each other in these moments of passing each other.

If my smile lights up you and adds another light on your way forward, then I will feel warm too. Touching often comes from being remembered by others, a greeting when the weather turns cold, a comfort when you are sad, and a blessing in the sleepless night.

The departure of the leaves is the pursuit of the wind or the unwillingness of the tree to stay.

No matter rain or shine, the emotion may be hidden in a certain moment.

On the long street in the dream, a thin layer of cherry blossom petals fell; looking up at the intertwined sky, what fell down was not only the fragrant cherry blossoms, but also the pieces filled with emotion. of dew. There are more and more high-rise buildings, and the space is getting smaller and smaller; there is more and more indifference, and less and less warmth.

However, being moved interprets the connotation of humanity in a simple but moving way. I don’t remember if I had the urge to cry at that time, but now, the withered leaves are already stained with tears.

Then, I remembered that there is another mood in this world called touching. A good paragraph to describe touching. The opening paragraph. Touched, light a petal of incense. I opened the window in the morning and watched the sunlight penetrate every leaf, talking to life in a silent and simple way. I was moved.

Taking a walk in the evening, watching the sunset, and savoring the artistic conception of Li Shangyin's "The sunset is infinitely beautiful, but it's almost dusk", I was moved. Touched, it ignites the fragrance of the spiritual home and lingers throughout one's life.

Details and Touching: Walking on the tree-lined road, flowers and plants decorate your road; walking by the stream, waves decorating your road; walking in life, you will There are hearts and loves filling your path. Have you ever been satisfied? Have you learned to be moved in every little thing? Transition period, bit by bit touching. However, life does not have thrilling events happening every day. Could it be said that life is empty? No, "what seems ordinary is the most extraordinary."

Often real beauty exists in the ordinary, and we are even more moved by it. Detail paragraphs are touching. How long has it been since we were moved by those beautiful words? Li Bai's chicness, Du Fu's melancholy, Tolstoy's vastness, Hugo's majesty... How long have we not been moved by those noble figures? Qu Yuan, who created a warmer sun for the people in winter; Su Wu, who watched the three thousand miles of the Han Dynasty alone; Wen Tianxiang, the awe-inspiring and upright man who spread "No one has died since ancient times, leaving his loyalty to illuminate history"... I am not moved. Simply shedding tears is not a superficial feeling of sadness. Being moved is a kind of humanistic spirit and the resonance of the soul between people.

Set out with emotion How can we not feel emotion? The efforts of hundreds of millions of students, the hard sweat of the working people, the selfless dedication of the workers, the care and concern of the party leaders for the people, and the hard work of the people of the world for the development of the earth... We will all be moved by these things. Let us, like them, study hard and be proactive.

How can we not feel moved? The Wenchuan earthquake caused hundreds of millions of people across the country to shed tears and observe silence. The tenacity of the local people affected by the disaster and the efforts of the soldiers rescued countless people buried under the rubble and resettled the injured... These made us shed tears of emotion for them again and again, and we felt relieved in the tears.

Touched by bits and pieces Rodin once said: "The world is not lacking beauty, but the eyes that discover beauty." We should not only pay attention to the results, but not care about the bits and pieces that make up life: the endless flow At the intersection, the other end of the blind man's crutch was pulled up, and he was led directly through the sound of car horns, and then disappeared inadvertently into the sea of ??people.

At this time, my heart is warming. What about the blind man? Wouldn't this concern move him? In the bleak autumn wind, an elderly couple was walking in the sunset. They slowly stopped. One of them put his hands on his knees, squatted down slowly, zipped up his wife's coat, and then slowly stood up and helped each other. We walked together on the road at dusk. At this time, a warm current surged in my heart.

What about them? In their hearts, this is also an unforgettable touch! Isn't this feeling of "holding your son's hand and growing old together with you" touching enough? ... We walk through life in these bits and pieces, and we savor life in this kind of touching. The first touching moment. We don’t know what touching is when we should be deeply moved in our lives. When our mother gives us the opportunity to walk around the world, what can we say that is more touching than this.

Maybe the baby's cry is not unconscious. Those first tears, I think, are shed for the mother. From that moment on, there is a shadow in each of our lives, following you so that you are never alone.

Early in the morning, the shadow is long and clear behind you. Helping you learn to walk, leading you to learn languages, and laughing happily together.

This is the childhood of all people, even the childhood of all animals. We have had it since the beginning of life.

5. Poems about touching

The sky is full of anger, and the powerful spirits are angry, killing them all and abandoning the wilderness.

—— Qu Yuan's "National Memorial" The clouds are melancholy and the rain is light. ——Shi Xiaoyou's "Eyeful Eyes·Sorrowful Clouds and Light Rain" The moss and mangroves under the steps are scattered in the rain and the moon is sad.

——Li Shangyin's "Duanju" The moon is full again in autumn, and the city tower is heavy at night. ——Dai Shulun's "Guest Night and Old Friends Puppet Collection" A night of east wind blew away so much sorrow on my pillow.

——Zeng Yunyuan's "Red Lips: A Night of East Wind" Yuanshui Tongbo connects Wugang, and I see you off without realizing it. ——Wang Changling's "Send Firewood to Serve the Emperor" At that time, I said goodbye to my beloved, and I knew where the mountains were and the rivers were far away.

—— Yan Shu's "Traveling on the Shasha·Blue Sea without Waves" The Xiongnu grass is yellow and the horse is fat, smoke and dust are seen flying in the west of Jinshan Mountain, and the generals of the Han family are heading west. ——Cen Shen's "Walking to the Horse River to Send Off the Master to the Western Expedition" The temples are pitifully green, just for the sake of missing the old man.

—— Yan Jidao's "Shengchazi·Guanshan Soul Dreams" Who asks the flag pavilion, there will be a fight of ten thousand wines. ——He Zhu's "Traveling is Difficult: Binding the Tiger's Hands" Hu Yan flew away every night crying, and Hu'er's tears fell.

—— Li Qi's "Ancient Military Journey" There is frost at night in Jianjia, Shuiguo, and the moon is cold and the mountains are green. ——Xue Tao's "Farewell to a Friend" Today, the sound of the Qiang flute has made our entire army burst into tears.

——Li Qi's "Ancient Meaning" Sitting opposite Zhencheng is annoyed by the flowers, and when he goes out, he smiles and the river flows across the river. —— Huang Tingjian "Wang Chongdao Sends Fifty Narcissus Flowers" The cuckoo worships the tears of sorrow in the sky again, and the spirit and health fill the heart of the sea endlessly.

—— Huang Zunxian's "Gift to Liang Ren's Parents in the Same Year" The Qingming Festival is important in the emperor, and people are worried about themselves. ——Meng Haoran's "Qingming Festival".

6. Poems that describe moving people

Hairpin, Phoenix, Lu You

Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil, happiness is thin, and melancholy brings me away for a few years. wrong. wrong. wrong.

Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. The peach blossoms are falling, the pavilion is idle, the mountain alliance is everywhere, and the brocade book is hard to trust. Mo. Mo. Mo.

Hairpin, Phoenix, Tang Wan

The world is thin, human nature is evil, and flowers fall easily at dusk when it rains. At dawn, the wind has dried, and the traces of tears remain. I want to write down my thoughts, and I talk alone on the leaning rail, which is difficult. Disaster. Disaster.

People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is like a rope on a swing. The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark, I am afraid of being asked, I swallow my tears and make up for joy. conceal. conceal. conceal!

Lu You and Tang Wan had a deep relationship, but Wan could not tolerate Lu's mother, and the lovers eventually separated. One day, they met in Shen Garden. The tragedy was hard to describe, so Lu You wrote "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix". Tang Wan and Zhi passed away in depression soon. Lu You could not forget his feelings throughout his life, so he wrote three poems "Shen Yuan" to remember Tang Wan.

Zhang Tai Liu Han Hong

Zhang Tai Liu, Zhang Tai Liu! Is the youth of the past still there today? Even if the long strip seems to be hanging down, it should be broken by someone else's hand.

Willow branch, Liu family

Willow branch, Fangfei Festival. What I hate is given away every year. A leaf blows in the wind and suddenly announces autumn, even if you come, how can you fail!

Mrs. Liu was originally the concubine of Han Hong's friend Li Sheng. She was extremely beautiful and admired Hong's talent. Li Sheng knew what he meant, so he invited Hong to drink and presented Liu to him during the dinner. After Hou Hong passed the imperial examination, he returned home to visit his relatives, while the Liu family stayed in Chang'an. It happened that there was a rebellion in Anlu Mountain and Chang'an was trapped. Afraid of being humiliated by the rebels, Mrs. Liu had her hair cut off and her appearance ruined, so she lived in a nunnery. After Chang'an was recaptured, the people of Hongsun looked for the Liu family and brought back a bag of gold and "Zhangtai Liu". Mrs. Liu held the gold and sobbed, and responded with "Willow Branches".

Jiang Cheng Zizi Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, lonely tomb thousands of miles away, nowhere to express desolation. We always meet each other without knowing each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

Su Shi's wife Wang Fu was gentle and virtuous, and had a deep relationship with the poet. Unfortunately, she died young and was buried in Meishan, Sichuan. In the eighth year of Xining, the poet dreamed of his beloved wife and wrote this mourning poem that has been passed down through the ages. It is sincere, simple, sad and touching.

7. Poems about touching

Modern poetry

When I walked into the rainy season,

My mother had just passed by.

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Let half of the umbrellas that protect the children from the wind and rain be given to the mother,

The mother gave them to me again,

Oh, the children under the umbrella,

Mother outside the umbrella.

Rain is no longer rain.

It is a tree of tears of happiness sent to the world by God.

The days are like walking on a windy and rainy road. On the way,

My mother was at the front.

I gave my mother some umbrellas to protect my children from the wind and rain,

My mother gave them to me again,

Children under the umbrella,

Mother outside the umbrella.

Rain is no longer rain,

It is a tree of happiness given to the world by God. Tears

Dear mother, I love you

I will always be your child who will never grow up

I will always need the caress of your palms

Dear mother, I love you

Like the deep love of a stream to the mountains

I hug you passionately

Selflessly cherish the spring The warmth

I am a wild goose flying south

With a desire as fresh as butter

I love you, my dear mother

I love you, the breath, air and moisture of the mountains

In my youth, you carefully designed for me

Every second, every minute of my life

In many bright red days

With the poetry and enthusiasm of my stream

Write poetry on your wrinkled forehead

Pick a bouquet of the brightest roses,

Express all the love for my mother,

My mother said I was stupid,

Roses are a symbol The flower of love,

No,

is also the flower that children want to give to their mothers.

It has been a long time since I heard the jokes my mother told me when I was a child, < /p>

I really regret it,

I fell asleep before I finished listening to those words,

Mother said, silly boy,

Mother What you have to say to your children is never finished.

————Dedicated to Mother

"To the Oak Tree"

If I love you—— < /p>

I will never be like a climbing flower in the sky,

I will use your high branches to show off myself:

If I love you——

I will never imitate Infatuated birds,

repeat monotonous songs for the green shade;

are not just like springs,

bring cool comfort all year round;

It is not just like a dangerous peak, it increases your height and sets off your majesty.

Even daylight.

Even spring rain.

No, these are not enough!

I must be a kapok tree near you,

Standing with you as the image of a tree.

The roots are tightly held in the ground,

The leaves are touching in the clouds.

Every time the wind passed by,

we all greeted each other,

but no one

understood our words.

You have your copper branches and iron trunks,

Like a knife, like a sword,

Also like a halberd,

I have my

Like a heavy sigh,

Like a heroic torch,

We share the cold wave, wind and thunder, and thunder;

< p> We enjoy the mist, the mist, the mist and the rainbow,

It seems like we will be separated forever,

But we are still dependent on each other for life,

This is the great love ,

Fidelity is here:

Love

Not only do I love your majestic body,

I also love the position and step you insist on. land.

Ancient Poetry

Holding the hand of the son, carrying the old age with the son

Ten years of life and death are vast, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles away in a lonely tomb, with nowhere to talk desolate. We always meet each other without knowing each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window, looking at each other without saying anything, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

When will this hatred end? The steps are empty, the rain breaks in the colder weather, and the weather is full of flowers. The soul has been dreaming for three years, and it is time to wake up from the dream. Materials are also felt, and the world is tasteless. It is not as dusty as the night platform, deserted and a place of sorrow. The promise was abandoned.

If there is a Pisces in Chongquan. I wish I could know him, who I can depend on for all my joys and sorrows over the years. I have turned sideways since the middle of the night, and I can't bear to listen to the Xiang string and pay attention to it. When we get married, we will know him for life. I'm also afraid that both of them will die, and if they meet again, they will live in the wind for a long time. The tears are gone and the paper is ashes.