3, long street, countless fireworks, you carry a lamp back to the short pavilion, the world of mortals rolling, I sigh again. 4, who finally broke the string, the flower fell on his shoulder, and he was in a trance. 5. How many beauties have been lost and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood and tears.
The vast land was broken by a sword. Where is it? 6. Prosperous songs fall. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
7. Let him know everything and smile at you. 8. Send you a song. Don't ask people at the end of the song to get together. 9. Who's going to burn the cigarette? The vertical and horizontal leads are scattered 10, and the strings are broken, breaking 3,000 infatuations.
Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. Whose fingertip is 1 1?
Yue Jun Xi Jun doesn't know. 12, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country.
I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing. 13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it.
14, flowers bloom and waves ebb, I will accompany you to 15, and I will die in spring. 16, still water flowing deeply, singing loudly; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
17, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless. 18, as beautiful as flowers and jade, as fleeting, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
19, dark clouds cover the moon, people go to the empty building, and I can't tell how lonely I am. 20, this time I leave you, it is wind, rain, night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
2 1, the sky is not old, and love is hard to break. In the net, there is a Qian Qian knot.
2. Whoever has lyric ancient poems, the more the better. I have seen you cry (English) Byron. I have seen you cry (English) Byron. I have seen you cry-bright blue eyes drop crystal tears, and in my imagination, they turn into violets and drop clear dew. I've seen your smile-how does the blue gem luster converge in a dim way? How can I deserve your dazzling glance? Flexible flashing flame is like the sunset dyed red clouds far and near, and the night from Ran Ran can't drive the glow out of the sky. In addition to your smile, let the depressed heart share its pure happiness. This sunshine leaves a light shining on my heart. (Germany) Oder shtorm Moonlight in Taiwan Province (Germany) Oder shtorm in Taiwan Province, now the whole world is buried in the moonlight, which hides the peace of the world. How happy I am. The moonlight is so warm and windy that it has to be silent. It has been blowing gently for a while, and finally escaped to a sleepy place. Some flowers don't bloom during the hot days. Now all the flowers are in full bloom at night. How long have I been away from here? You have always been a kind moon lover in my life. If I were the running water on this stream, my dear motherland, I would sit beside you and sing all kinds of songs to you with the clearest and most beautiful voice. I will always tell you my heartfelt love for you. If I were a reed on the river bank, or a dense palm on the hillside, my dear motherland, I would stretch out my white and gentle fingers and gently touch all your scars, or use my tangled roots to suck up sweet spring water and drop it on your mouth, covering the sun with wide leaves. If I were this autumn morning, my dear motherland, I would cut off the rosy clouds of that day for you. Sewing the most comfortable clothes is called flying Bai Niao. I will put the running water beside the pine forest, knock the tambourine into the deep valley, wake you up and uncover the heavy night fog ... song of a mother (Russian) rasul Gamzatov's mother and mother are similar to each other, such as the ocean between mountains and the mountains are similar to each other. I stared at the mountains from the blue sky.
The mountains overlap with thunderstorms, and the closer to the top of the mountain, the steeper the rock wall. There are thousands of peaks in Qian Qian in the world, and none is as noble as your mother! Whether I am happy or sad, you are the mountain I can rely on. The stars at night and the light of dawn, mom, are in your heart.
Now, I stare at all directions, and your images are everywhere: you are in the land where flowers are blooming, and you are in the ocean where waves shine! The earth can't hold your kindness, and the sky can't hold your nobility. Mom, I really feel very strange. How can you, how can you walk into that low, narrow wooden house? ! A flowering tree (Taiwan Province Province, China) How did Xi Murong let you meet me at my most beautiful moment? To this end, I begged him for 500 years, let us form a dust Buddha, so I turned into a tree, grew on the roadside you must pass, and blossomed in the sun, which was my hope in my previous life. Please listen carefully when you approach. Trembling leaves are my passion for waiting, when you finally ignore your friends who are behind you. That is not a petal, but the happiness of my withered heart. Author Xu Zhimo If I were a snowflake flying in mid-air, I would know my direction-flying in the air-there is my direction on this ground, not going to lonely valleys, desolate foothills, desolate streets and flying in the air. You see, I have my direction, flying in the air, knowing a quiet place waiting for her to spend it. Garden-fly-fly-ah, she smells of cinnabar plum. At that time, I touched her skirt with my light body, close to her gentle heart-dissolve, dissolve, dissolve into her gentle heart. You are Lin, the author of April Day on Earth. I said you are an April day on earth, and laughter lit up the wind around you; Your soul dances in the glory of spring. You are a cloud in the sky at the beginning of April. The evening wind is soft, the stars twinkle inadvertently, and the drizzle is sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That is light, that is fair, you are, you are wearing a crown of flowers, you are naive and solemn, you are a full moon every night. As yellow as a gosling, when the snow melts, you look tender, as green as a new bud, you are tender and happy, and the white lotus you are looking forward to in your dream floats on the water.
You are the flower on the tree, the swallow whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth, a poem, and you are the April day on the earth! In the middle of the night, pipa writer Xu Zhimo was awakened from sleep by it, pipa in the middle of the night! Whose love is it? His fingers are like a cold wind, like a cold rain, like falling flowers. When the night is deep, when it is sleepy, it plucks the strings and plays the horn card of the palace merchant. This late at night, the street was empty, and a waning moon hung on Liu's head. Ah, the waning moon is like a broken hope to him. He is wearing a flowered hat on his body. A word (India) Tagore I believe that when our eyes meet on the road, I have something to say to her. But she passed by, and this sentence swayed day and night on every wave of time like an empty boat-that sentence I wanted to say to her.
It seems to be in the endless pursuit of sailing in the autumn clouds, blooming into a flower at night, looking for its lost language in the sunset. It flashed in my mind like a firefly, looking for its own meaning in the darkness of despair-what I wanted to say to her.
The furthest distance in the world Tagore The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not when I stand in front of you, but when you don't know I love you, you can't say I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I can't say I love you, but that I can only bury my heart when I miss you. You love each other but you can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not loving each other but not being together, but pretending not to care when you know that true love is invincible. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches growing from the same root cannot depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but that the distant stars don't meet.
3. Ask for an elegant and lyrical poem, bury flowers, sing flowers, thank flowers flying all over the sky, and who has pity if the fragrance disappears? The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad. Hoe flowers out of embroidered curtains with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again? The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Zhongyan is too heartless. Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening. How long can it be glamorous? Once adrift, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps. Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door. When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Complaining is double the pain? Half pity for spring and half annoyance for spring: pity for spring suddenly turns into anger and goes away until there is nothing to say. Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May Nong have wings under his wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers. After all, where is Xiangshan? Hide the wind without a trick.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! (Excerpted from the 27th episode of A Dream of Red Mansions: Cui Diting, Yang Fei Opera, Burying Butterfly Fragments, Swallows Weeping) Li Qingzhao's Slow Sound is cold and clear, sad and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold.
Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late. It's urgent. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence? Yulin Order In the Song Dynasty, Liu Yong was miserable, Changting was late and the shower was early.
Doumenzhang, nostalgia, Lanzhou, not in the mood to drink. Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked up.
Let's see, it's thousands of miles away again. The dusk is heavy and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
The past year [13] should be a good time and a good scenery in name only. Customs are varied [14], but who should I talk to? On the night of January last year, the flower market was brightly lit, the willow shoots were on the moon, and people were about after dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. I didn't see you last year. Man Chun was in tears. Because you don't like me, you don't understand the significance of my frequent visits to your space. I just want to know your latest situation. Because you don't like me, you don't understand why I often send you text messages. Not thinking of you at the moment, but thinking of you all the time. Because you don't like me, you don't understand why I know you so well. Even eating early is meaningful to me, because you don't like me, so you don't understand who you are with and what you have done. It's a struggle for me. I will guess and get angry, even if there is nothing between us, because you don't like me, so you don't understand a word. Why do you care so little about me? I care about your people, because you don't like me, so you don't know that I made that sentence. Then you are busy! When I don't bother, the inner entanglement is because you don't like me, so you don't know that all your information is in my mobile phone. When I am unhappy, I will look at it and giggle unconsciously, because I feel that you are around to comfort me. Because you don't like me, you don't know that your hot and cold for me always makes me unconsciously controlled by you. Half sad because you don't like me, so you don't understand why I am often angry with you. Falling in love with someone also gives him the right to hurt me. Because you don't like me, you have no idea how depressed I am to lose your information. I am afraid of losing you, because you don't like me, so you won't think of me when you are lonely, but I think of you all the time. Because you don't like me, you don't know how important you are to me. Important and I know that I am very small in your eyes, because you don't like me, so you don't know that my QQ avatar shines only for you, just for you. Even if you are invisible or sometimes leave, it may be worthwhile to wait for someone else's head to shine. Because you don't like me, you won't pay attention to my space. What changes have taken place in the school, and all you need to do is open it occasionally and take a look at it all, which is related to you. I will be excited and nervous for you to see them, because you don't like me, so you don't understand my QQ signature. The school state only changes my mood for you, and it will always be written for you alone. Because you don't like me, you don't know that when you insist on liking someone, I am also waiting for you. Because you don't like me, you don't know I'm waiting for your concern, but when I close my heart, because you don't like me, you don't understand that your every move is a baton to command my mood. You didn't pay attention to life, I didn't care, and I didn't even know that I had been giving silently, because you never understood ... Wuling spring, Li Qingzhao, wind, dust, fragrance, and the fatigue of combing her hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
4. Lyric poem "Leaving a Wife" Wu
There is no doubt about love when you are married.
Have fun tonight. This is a good time.
What is the night when recruiters look into the distance?
There are no more participants. Quit your job from now on.
On the battlefield, long time no see.
Shake hands with a sigh and tears will make a living.
Try to love Chunhua, don't forget when you are happy.
Born to return, died for Sauvignon Blanc.
"White-headed Song" Han Zhuo Wenjun
Beautiful as a mountain cloud, bright as a moon between clouds.
I heard that you have two hearts, so I came to break up with you.
Today's fighting party, tomorrow's ditch head.
I moved my feet slowly along the edge of the road, and my past life flowed like water in a ditch, never returning.
When I decided to take the king away from home, I didn't cry like an ordinary girl.
I hope to be United as one, and never leave each other.
The love of men and women is as light and soft as a fishing rod, and the fish is as lovely as a living wave.
Men should attach importance to friendship, and there is no money to compensate for the loss of sincere love.
Red bean soup Wang Wei
When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.
People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.
Two Birds in the Pool Don Xue Tao
On the amphibious green pool, fly back at dusk.
The days between concentric lotus leaves will be busier.
Li Si in Yuan Zhen Tang Period (I)
In the self-love makeup mirror, the ring hairpin is full of moss,
Soon the rising sun shone on Rouge's cheek, as if a red flower had come back to life, as if to be changed.
Yuan Zhen's "Thoughts of Parting (Part Two)"
The mountain spring flows around the street, and thousands of trees and peach blossoms reflect the small building.
I turned the book lazily, got up lazily, and combed my hair through the crystal curtain.
Yuan Zhen's Thoughts of Parting (3)
The pressure of red hairpin changes with the times, which brings good luck to the delicate dust of yarn.
Don't think the material of the cloth is too weak yet. Silk and weft are the best.
Yuan Zhen's Thoughts of Parting (IV)
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be.
Yuan Zhen's Thoughts of Parting (V)
Hundred flowers are common, and pear white is the best.
Now I stand quietly like two or three trees, and there is only one poor green leaf to spend the late spring with me.
Xue Tao's Ten Poems
Dogs leave their owners.
After practicing Zhumen for four or five years, Mao Xiang was full of pity for his master.
Take a bite of your bosom friend and don't sleep on the HongLing ball.
Out of control pen
The more you confess, the more flowers will be scattered on the red paper.
All fate is exhausted with a long front, and it is not allowed to be in the hands of Xi.
Leave the stable
Snow ear red hair shallow green hoof, chasing the wind to go to Japan.
In order to surprise her husband, Hua Xuan shouldn't even be booed.
Parrot outside the cage
Longxi, alone, flew around and went to gold and silver.
It's inconvenient to talk, so we can't call people in cages anymore.
moist
In and out of the doors, I can't bear to throw them away. The host often loves to make friends.
Mud and dirty coral pillows are not allowed to nest between beams.
bright red
Bright and round, connected inside and outside, as clear as a crystal palace.
Because of a little shame, you can't stay in your hand all night.
Fish leaving the pond
Jump into a deep pool for four or five years and often wag your tail to take the bait.
You can't swim in the clear waves if you break the hibiscus flowers for no reason.
The eagle left the pheasant.
Claws like sharp eyes like bells, catching rabbits in the plain is called high emotion.
Without reason, you can't escape Qingyun, and you can't hold the arm of the king.
Zhuliguan
I planted four or five new elements, and I was often exhausted in the autumn frost.
For the sake of bamboo shoots and spring, you are not allowed to build a jade hall.
The mirror on the stage
The casting mirror began to open and lingered in March and May.
In order to be blinded by infinite dust, you are not allowed to go to Huatang Yutai.