1. Modern poems about lilac
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley, I hope to meet a girl who is as sad and resentful as lilac. .
She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, and the same sadness as lilac. She complains in the rain, sad and hesitant; she wanders in this lonely rain alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, Like me, I walked silently, feeling indifferent, desolate, and melancholy. She approached silently, and as she came closer, she cast a breath-like look. She drifted past like a dream, as sad and confused as a dream.
Like a branch of lilac floating in a dream, this girl floated by my side; she moved away silently, far away, reaching the crumbling fence, and walked through the rainy alley. In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed, even her breath-like eyes and lilac-like melancholy disappeared.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to drift past a girl who is as sad as a lilac. Dai Wangshu, Yuxiang. 2. Ancient poems about lilacs
Lilac Du Fu Lilac is weak and has tangled branches.
The leaves are thin with floating hairs, and the flowers are sparse and plain. After being deeply planted in Xiaozhai, the common people are close to the secluded people.
If you fall into the orchids and musk deer at night, stop thinking about your pink body. I was blessed with two lilac trees on the pond. When money rose, my roots moved far away, and my fingers were soft.
The dew is fragrant and the osmanthus is strong, and the shadows of the pond are fighting against the crickets. The leaves are light and green, and the golden flowers smile like chrysanthemums in autumn.
How is it that in the South China Sea, the rain and dew are separated from Yanzhou. The lilac knot is thousands of miles away. The flowers are high in smoke and wet, and the low leaves are hidden in the rain. For whom the green disappears and the red falls.
Sigh that the water flows swiftly. Fu Yanjing, there is still light shade and moisture.
The oriole crows on the road, thinking about returning home, and the tears are hidden in the eyes. The green elm pods are all over the ground, even if you buy leisurely, it is hard to end your sorrow.
Seduction. Just when I was remembering the new year, I suddenly felt the spring cold.
In the secluded window of the small pavilion, there is still makeup and powder left, and the black eyebrows have been dizzy. The soul is far away and the dream is thousands of miles away, and the hatred is broken by the heart.
Knowing when we will see each other again is nothing but lovesickness and weight loss. Lilac Knot by Zhou Bangyan The moss along the steps, the cold fireflies clinging to the house, the trees in the courtyard look forward to the fall of autumn.
The rain is falling and the wind is coming quickly. In the dim dusk, the garden feels clear and moist.
Han Ji Wan fan is here, chanting and playing again, but can't bear to throw it away. Climbing mountains and facing water has been an inexhaustible hatred since ancient times.
Traction. I remember that when I returned home from a wine tasting, I watched the formation of wild geese against the moon.
The precious incense sticks, the incense burner is like a ruler, and the lamp is dim in the cold night. Who wants to stay in the motherland? The old things are too busy.
Only the painting is accompanied by it, and it is even more damaged by dust and beetles. Lilac Knot Wu Wenying The fragrance is red and the shadow is high like a silver candle. I once went on a night trip and got drunk.
Zhengjin is warm and delicate. Being trampled by swallows and Nuan Xue, the courtyard was turned upside down.
After the horses neighed and people dispersed, the autumn wind changed, and I dreamed of my hometown. Wu Shuang melts into the dawn, and suddenly feels the secret of stealing spring flowers.
Still similar. The sea mist cools the fairy mountain, waking up Huan'er who is half asleep.
She has thin red lips, is shy and pretty, and will hurt her back when she hurts herself. The cold moon hangs outside the curtain, and the ground swings toward the sun.
The love of spring is endless, and I still miss my old son. Lilac Knot Yang Zemin The plum rain is still clear, the cold wind is rushing, sending thousands of silk threads falling in the distance.
Listen to the water and turn thunder. It's foggy and wet, but my clothes and fur are all moist.
Outside the chaotic mountains and smoky peaks, it is so cold that it is unbearable. The rugged and dangerous rocks and the towering mountains are all gone together.
Guidelines. Look at the crossbow flags, they are empty and lined up.
The clouds are closing toward the evening, and the sun is visible at dawn, and the blush is gradually growing. It's a pity that nothing can be done for a long time.
But no one believes that the new thinness is not due to illness. Lilac Knot Chen Yunping The dust clings to the dressing table, the Cuixian singing fan, the golden well and the green trees fall into the wind.
Listen to the small sound of bean bugs, accompanied by loneliness, coldness and lush green berry walls. Song Yu's material is desolate, how can she bear the sadness and hatred of autumn at this time.
The wind and dew in the lotus pond gradually turned pink, and the red clothes fell off. seduce.
I remember when the dance stopped and the bow was bent, the willows surrounded the flower array several times. The wine is thin and the sorrow is thick, the cheeks are stained with tears, and the moon eyebrows are fragrant.
The Qin mirror in the air is still missing, and the ileum cun is dark. Thoughts on slender waist and weak body are all caused by skinny skin.
Lilac, Lu Guimeng, I don’t care about anyone on the river, but I have been drunk for ten years.
Diligently untie the lilac knots, let the branches spread and celebrate spring. 3. Poems about lilac and appreciation
Rain Alley
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
And In the lonely rainy alley,
I hope to meet
a lilac-like
girl with sorrow and resentment.
She has
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Feeling sad in the rain,
Sad and hesitant;
She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
< p> Like me,Like me
Walking silently
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently,
As she approached, she cast a
breath-like look
She drifted by
Like a dream,
Like a dream, sad and confused.
Floating like in a dream
In the field of a lilac,
This girl floated by my side;
She moved away silently , far away,
arrived at the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the lamentation of the rain,
her color faded,
her fragrance dispersed,
disappeared, Even her eyes were as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
I hope to float by< /p>
A lilac-like girl
A girl with sorrow and resentment.
"Rain Lane" is Dai Wangshu's famous work and early representative work. He once won the nickname "Rain Lane Poet" for this. This poem was written in the summer of 1927. At that time, the country was in the grip of the White Terror. Because he had participated in progressive activities, Dai Wangshu had to take refuge in a friend's home in Songjiang. In solitude, he savored the disillusionment and pain after the failure of the Great Revolution, and his heart was filled with confused emotions and hazy hopes. The poem "Rain Alley" is an expression of his mood, which is intertwined with the dual sentiments of disappointment and hope, disillusionment and pursuit. This sentiment was somewhat universal at the time. "Rain Alley" uses symbolic lyrical techniques. The narrow and gloomy rain alley in the poem, the lone walker wandering in the rain alley, and the girl who is as sad as a lilac are all symbolic images. These images together constitute a symbolic artistic conception, which implicitly hints at the author's feelings of confusion, sadness and expectation, and gives people a hazy and profound sense of beauty. Musicality is another outstanding artistic feature of "Rain Lane". The poem uses repetition, refrain, chorus and other techniques to create a looping melody and a melodious sense of music. Therefore, Mr. Ye Shengtao praised this poem as opening a "new era" in the syllables of new Chinese poetry.
In "Rain Lane", the poet created a girl with a lilac-like knot and a sorrowful look. Although this is inspired by some works in ancient poetry. Using lilac knots, or lilac buds, to symbolize people's sorrow is a traditional expression method in ancient Chinese poetry. For example, in Li Shangyin's poem "Gifts on behalf of others", there is a line: "The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they all face the same sorrow in the spring breeze." Li Jing of the Southern Tang Dynasty even put Lilac Knot and Melancholy in the Rain together. He has a song "Huanxi Sand"
Hand-rolled pearls with jade hooks, locking the heavy building with the regret of the previous spring. Who is the master of the wind? Think leisurely!
The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs bear the sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves of San Chu and Mu, they connect to the sky.
In this poem, lilac knots in the rain are used as a symbol of people's sadness. It is obvious that Dai Wangshu absorbed the artistic conception and method of describing sadness from these poems and used them to form the artistic conception of "Rain Alley" and image. This kind of absorption and reference is very obvious, but can we say that the artistic conception and image of "Rain Alley" are the expansion and dilution of the modern vernacular version of the old poem "Sorrow in the Rain in the Sky"? I don't think you can look at it this way.
When constructing the artistic conception and image of "Rain Lane", the poet not only absorbed the juice of his predecessors, but also created his own creation. First, the ancients used the lilac knot itself to symbolize sorrow in poetry, and "Rain Alley" imagined a girl with a knot like a lilac knot, which is sorrowful. She has the image of a lilac that disappears in an instant, which is different from the clichés used in classical poetry. It is also very different from other early works written by the poet that are full of old poetry tones, and expresses more of the flavor of the new era. "Lilacs knotted in the rain, sad in the rain" is not as capable of arousing people's emotions of hope and disillusionment as "the girl with a knot of sorrow like lilacs". In the field of expressing the sorrow of the times, this image is a rare creation. Second, in ancient poetry, lilac knots in the rain use real life scenes to express the poet's emotions. The poet added the creation of his own imagination based on his life experience. It is the product of an artistic imagination that is larger than life. 4. 10 poems about lilac flowers
A handful of beads
After the evening makeup is first put on, Shen Tan pays some attention to it.
Showing the cloves to others,
A clear song, temporarily causing the cherries to burst.
Luo Xiu □ ("Zhong" in exchange for Yi) is still beautiful,
The cup is deeply swirled with fragrant mash [氵万].
The embroidered bed is leaning on the embroidered bed,
Chewing the red velvet, laughing and spitting at Tanlang.
Gift on behalf of others
Desire rests at dusk upstairs,
The jade staircase stretches across the moon like a hook. < /p>
Cut into layers of jasper leaves.
The demeanor and spirit are like Yanfu,
too distinct.
Why is it so vulgar to have so many pistils?
Thousand knots of lilac are bitter and coarse.
It has penetrated people’s dreams of thousands of miles,
But it is ruthless.
Farewell
People with lofty ideals sigh at the passing of the water, while those with lofty ideals lament the wind and cold.
Even if the wind is cold, you will still feel warm, and the water will never return!
I am not a comrade, we are thousands of miles away.
The cables are weeping and we are about to say goodbye. The grass is green and resting.
The path of cultivation is vast and endless, and the shapes are divided and the intestines are severed.
Why should I dress lightly and sew my clothes into silk gauze?
Why do you look so strong and beautiful, your sword knotted with lilac.
Why express your thoughts and feelings, the coral branches of the East China Sea.
Why comfort the vast distances and cherish the short days by diligently cultivating?
When the joy of love does not last, the good times will be strong.
Sing for you, dance for you, act like your brother, don’t suffer for yourself.
Among the Drunken Flowers
The stars and the moon are shining in front of the independent terrace,
The curtains are bright and clear.
The frost tree has all its branches empty,
The heart is broken and the lilac knots are knotted.
The night is not cold enough,
How can my hatred rest?
The railings are about to break.
Two jade chopsticks hang down for you.
Who can tell me about this night of love?
The magpie steps on the branches
In the autumn, the wild bananas are half-split by the wind,
The wolf is sitting in the pond, and the rain is sparse and the lotus is broken.
The sound of winding the building is the sound of fragrant grass resting,
I am worried about learning how to tie all the lilac knots.
Looking back to the southwest to see the late moon,
When the lone wild goose comes, the sound of the stopper is whining.
Nothing can be said about the past joys.
When will Guanshan leave?
Breaking through the sand of Huanxi
Hand-rolled real pearls with jade hooks,
Locking the heavy building with the regret of the previous spring.
Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind? I think about it.
The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds,
The lilacs are empty and full of sorrow in the rain.
Looking back at the green waves of Sanchu Mu, connecting with the flow from the sky.
Geng Liuzi
Spring leaves are falling, spring hates cutting,
Flowers outside are crying at the moon.
It is difficult to rely on dreams without seeing people.
A little red gauze light.
Partial resentment is the Fang Festival,
Thousands of lilacs knot under the court.
The evening fog disperses, the dawn glows,
Swallows fly between the beams.
Donghua
This tree is whirling near the shallow pond, and the flowers are falling like lilacs.
When I look back in the green courtyard, I promise that a foreign country is better than my hometown.
Nian Nujiao
Back then, she was bold and bold, and her friends were all the same, and she was a hero for a while. The air is flying in the clouds, the land is beautiful, and the spring flowers and autumn moon are exclusive. Ye Ye advocate Tiao, search for fragrance and choose the winner, this place has been climbed and broken. Traveling in the past was like a dream, and I sighed in the mirror. When we meet Ping Ge, we can't bear to retell the past ten years. The lush green becomes cloudy and spring is late. Who can untie the thousand knots of lilacs? The treasure harp plays with sorrow, the jade pot knocks with resentment, and it is extremely sad to see it. When people are quiet in the wine market, it is the time when your heart is broken.
Breaking through the Huanxi sand/shanhuazi
Breaking through the gold is ten thousand points lighter. Cut into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as bright as those of Yan Fu. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they so vulgar? Lilacs are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
We have found 11 songs for you and choose slowly. 5. What are the famous lines describing lilac in ancient poems
1. Huanxisha
Li Jing of the Southern Tang Dynasty
p>The hand-rolled pearls are hung with jade hooks, and the heavy building is locked according to the hatred of the previous spring. Who is the master of the falling flowers in the wind? I think long and hard.
The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs bear the sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves of San Chu and Mu, they connect to the sky.
The translation is as follows:
Rolling up the curtain made of pearls and hanging the curtain hooks, the sadness is still locked deep inside. Who is the owner of the fallen flowers in the wind? This made me more and more confused the more I thought about it. The messenger never brought news of travelers from far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of my condensed sorrow. I looked back at the Three Gorges in the dusk, watching the river falling from the sky and flowing mightily.
2. Break up the Huanxi sand
Southern Song Dynasty Li Qingzhao
Knead the gold into thousands of pieces and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's.
Why is it so vulgar to have plum blossoms with many pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are bitter and crude. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
The translation is as follows:
Osmanthus, with its brilliant golden color and jasper-like green leaves cut like a knife, has a demeanor like that of Wang Yan and Le Guang, famous figures of the Jin Dynasty. Famous and elegant, fame is more important than time. The overlapping petals of plum blossoms make people feel very tacky. Lilac flowers clustered together look too stingy, causing great suffering and deep hatred. The strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wakes me up from my dream. It would be too heartless not to let me miss the past.
3. Four Odes of Jiangtou·Lilac
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
Lilac has a weak body, and its branches are in disorder.
The leaves are thin with floating hairs, and the flowers are sparse and plain.
After being deeply planted in Xiaozhai, the common people are close to the secluded people.
If you fall into the orchids and musk deer at night, stop thinking about your pink body.
The translation is as follows:
The soft lilac has many knots, and the branches are tangled like a flower receptacle. Wrapped in fine leaves and velvety flowers, I don’t want to show off and live quietly. One day the fragrance will spread all over the world, even if it is shattered, we will sing loudly.
4. A handful of dendrobium beads
Li Yu of the Southern Tang Dynasty
After the evening makeup was first put on, Shen Tan put some light on it.
Showing the cloves to others,
A clear song, temporarily causing the cherries to burst.
The sleeves of the sleeves are still beautiful, and the cup is filled with fragrant wine.
She leans against the embroidered bed, chewing red velvet, laughing and spitting at Tan Lang.
The translation is as follows:
Xiaozhuang has only done a rough job, but she still has to put a touch of dark sandalwood-colored red cream on her lips. With a smile on her face, she opened her mouth slightly and flowed out a clear song as gentle as an oriole. When it came to the cocktail party off-site, a small sip from the cup was not enough, so I switched to a large, deep-mouthed cup. Why did I care about getting my clothes wet? The most expressive thing is that he smiles and chews the red and tender grass flowers while spitting at his sweetheart.
5. A message from Zhang Ziyan in the mountains
Yue Dai of the Ming Dynasty
Sitting alone on the empty mountain, thinking about the Five Tombs, the lilacs are blooming and it is spring again.
I want to talk about my life in front of the lamp, and dream of my old friend through the pine window when the moon falls.
The translation is as follows:
Sitting alone in the mountains and missing Wuling, the lilacs are blooming and spring is here again, I want to live a peaceful life in front of the lamp, I see the moon from the window and think of it An old friend.
6. Poems about lilac
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
And lonely rain alley,
I hope to meet
a girl who is as sad as a lilac
.
She has
the same color as lilac,
the same fragrance as lilac,
the same sadness as lilac,
Feeling sad in the rain,
Sad and hesitant;
She was wandering in this lonely rainy alley,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella
< p> Like me,Like me
Walking silently
Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.
She approached silently,
As she approached, she cast a
breath-like look
She drifted by
Like a dream,
Like a dream, sad and confused.
Floating like in a dream
In the field of a lilac,
This girl floated by my side;
She moved away silently , far away,
arrived at the dilapidated fence,
walked through the rainy alley.
In the lamentation of the rain,
her color faded,
her fragrance dispersed,
disappeared, Even her eyes were as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone
Wandering in the long, long
and lonely rain alley,
I hope to float by< /p>
A lilac-like girl
A girl with sorrow and resentment.
Dai Wangshu, Yuxiang 7. What are the poems about "lilac" in ancient China
1. One of two poems as a gift
Tang Dynasty: Li Shangyin< /p>
Desire rests at dusk upstairs, and the jade ladder is hooked in the middle of the moon. The plantains do not show their lilac knots, but they all face the same sorrow in the spring breeze.
The banana heart has not yet opened, and the lilac flowers have not yet been resolved. They are all sad toward the spring breeze.
2. Pink lips·plain lilac
Song Dynasty: Wang Shipeng
The fallen trees rustled, and the qiongba vomited under the glass leaves. Plain fragrant soft tree. It is elegantly called Yourenqu.
There is no intention to compete for the first place, Mei Rui is not jealous of each other. Contains spring rain. Thousands of worries. It seems to recall the Lord of Jiangnan.
Translation:
The leaves are still sparse, but the lilac flowers are blooming under the lilac leaves, and the light fragrance exuded surrounds the tree. The elegant people praised it as a person who lives in seclusion. fun.
Lilacs do not want to compete for spring, and plum blossoms do not want to be jealous. She was full of melancholy in the spring rain, as if she was missing her hometown in the south of the Yangtze River.
3. Breaking through the sand of Huanxi·Kneading it out will make gold ten thousand points lighter
Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao
Kneading it out will make gold ten thousand points lighter. Cut into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as bright as those of Yan Fu.
Why is it so vulgar to have so many plum pistils? Thousand knots of lilacs are so bitter and crude. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
Translation:
Osmanthus, with its brilliant golden color and jasper-like green leaves cut like a knife, its "grace and spirit" are like those of the famous figures Wang Yan and Le Guang of the Jin Dynasty. As elegant and graceful as ever, fame is more important than time. Plum blossoms only focus on appearance, its overlapping petals.
Just like a woman who only puts on makeup makes people feel very tacky. The lilac flowers clustered together look too stingy and not stretchy at all. The strong fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus wakes me up from the dream of longing for my old friends and the past. Isn’t it too heartless not to let me miss the past?
4. Eyes are charming·Willow silk threads are made softly
Song Dynasty: Wang Yu
Willow silk threads are made softly, and wisps of smoke are woven into sorrow. Begonias have not yet rained, pear blossoms have snowed first, and half of the spring is gone.
Nowadays, it is difficult to recall the past, and return to dreams around the Qin Tower.
Acacia is only on the lilac branches and the cardamom tips.
Translation:
The willow silk threads play gently in the wind, and the smoke wisps are woven into thousands of spring sorrows. The crabapples have not yet been moistened by the drizzle, but the pear blossoms are already blooming like snow. It is a pity that half of spring is over.
Now it is difficult to recall the past, and the ghost of dreams returns to the boudoir where you lived. The deep-seated lovesickness now only exists on the fragrant lilac branches and the beautiful cardamom tips.
5. Spread across the sand of Huanxi and roll real pearls on hand with jade hooks
Five Dynasties: Li Jing
Hand-roll real pearls with jade hooks and lock the heavy building with the hatred of the past spring. Who is the master of the flowers falling in the wind? Thinking leisurely.
The bluebird does not convey the message from the clouds, and the lilacs bear the sorrow in the rain. Looking back at the green waves of San Chu and Mu, they connect to the sky.
Translation:
Rolling up the curtain made of pearls, hanging the curtain hooks, looking from afar on the tall building, I am still as sad as ever. The fallen flowers in the wind are so haggard, who is its owner? This made me more and more confused the more I thought about it.
The messenger never brought news of travelers from far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of condensed sorrow. I looked back at the Three Gorges in the dusk, watching the river falling from the sky and flowing mightily. 8. Ancient poems about lilacs
"Rain Alley" Holding an oil-paper umbrella, I wandered alone in the long, long and lonely rain alley. I hope to meet a girl who is as sad as a lilac.
She has the same color as lilac, the same fragrance as lilac, and the same sadness as lilac. She complains in the rain, mourns and hesitates; she wanders in this lonely rain alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, Like me, I walked silently, feeling indifferent, desolate, and melancholy. She silently approached, approached, and cast a breath-like gaze. She drifted past like a dream, as sad and confused as a dream.
Like a lilac branch floating through the field in a dream, this girl floated past me; she silently moved away, far away, reaching the crumbling fence and walking through the rainy alley. In the mournful song of the rain, her color disappeared, her fragrance dispersed, and even her breath-like eyes were as melancholy as lilacs.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to pass by a girl who is as sad as a lilac.
9. Collection of poems about lilacs
Lilacs (1)
The first day of May
The rain makes people slightly drunk
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
At the end of the narrow rainy alley
Sending loneliness alone
Unexpectedly
Encountering lilac flowers< /p>
Approaching gently
I am speechless when I see you in tears
Dazzling your tears
Why are you soaked in love
< p> It’s for the promise of that lifeIt’s for love
Standing quietly in the rain
Picking up the loneliness of the drizzle
Read a purple emotion
Get a touch of melancholy
The branches of the soul are filled with the fragrance of flowers
Sleep beside me at night
Watch Come to you with a smile
Silently
Hug you
Listen to your body fragrance
Irresistible
< p> But youBut you are out of reach
Lilac (2)
Carve the vow of love
on Fushu branches
Let the holiness of love
be saturated with the fragrance of purple flowers
Ren Suya
flow freely
Ah, lilacs
piece by piece
blossoming
so lonely
so desolate
let bare feet The flower buryer
Soul-broken
Lilac (3)
With
The lilac promised by Qingfen
On the green branches
Hanging
Four pieces of purple tenderness
Those who know you
Tell you that you are worried
He who knows me
What do I want?
Purple tears
It’s you
In the wind and rain Home-brewed
Fine wine
I just want to
quietly
taste love happily
< /p>
Lilacs (4)
Ice City in May
Encountering lilacs
actually made me look casually
< p> In your purple trapIntoxicated
It actually made me lonely years
In your flowing tenderness
No longer lonely
Lilac (1)
The first day of May
The rain is making people slightly drunk
Hold a handful of oil paper Umbrella
At the end of the narrow rainy alley
Sending loneliness alone
Unexpectedly
Encountering lilac flowers
< p> Approach gentlyI am speechless when I see you in tears
Dazzling your tears
Why is it soaked in love
Why? The promise of that life
is to stand by love
Stand quietly in the rain
Pick up a piece of loneliness in the drizzle
Read a copy of Purple Emotions
Change to a touch of melancholy
The branches of the soul are filled with the fragrance of flowers
Lying next to you at night
Seeing you walking away with a smile Come
Silently
Hug you
Listen to your body fragrance
Irresistible
But you
But out of reach
Lilac (2)
Carve the vows of love
on the sparse branches
p>Let the holiness of love
be saturated with the fragrance of purple flowers
Ren Suya
flow freely
Ah, lilacs
Pieces
Blossoms
So lonely
So desolate
Let the barefoot flower buryer
Soul-breaking
Lilac (3)
With
The lilac promised by Qingfen
Hanging on the green branches
Four pieces of purple tenderness
Those who know you
Tell you that you are worried
He who knows me
What do I want?
Purple tears
You brewed them yourself in the wind and rain< /p>
Fine wine
I just want to
quietly
happily
taste love
< p> Lilac Flower (4)Ice City in May
Encountering Lilac Flower by chance
It actually made me look casually at you
In the purple trap
Intoxicated
It actually made me lonely years
In your flowing tenderness
No longer lonely