Lemon was drunk at night, with tears in his eyes and broken dreams. He expressed his ambition by drinking wine, the horizon declined, his marriage life hung by a thread, he pursued the wind and the clouds, confided in his heart, a river of spring water, infinite worries, deep water loss, vicissitudes of life, his last wish, the occasional sea of clouds, waves above, mutual affinity, the sun and the moon can look in the mirror and join hands with tomorrow. The geese fly south and never return.
Pearls are beautiful, just like the initial heart (group poems)
Inscription: The Secretary of the General Party Branch of Dongjiang Science and Technology Park Management Committee of Huizhou Zhong Kai High-tech Zone gave some materials. As an old friend, he wrote a poem praising this pearl of Dongjiang River under the grass-roots party building. Looking for the sun in your heart (group poem 1) geese fly south one after another, and a group of migratory birds migrate to Dongjiang. When they fly to Dongjiang, Dongjiang aquatic plants flourish all year round/A national science park in Dongjiang Science Park, Zhong Kai High-tech Zone, Huizhou has opened its mother's warm arms/The geese of migratory birds plunged into their mother's arms and chose this good place to live/There is red blood in their arteries, and their eyes are full of passion. They have been looking for the warm goose that flies to the south.
Do you know how many times to fly back to Yannan and how many times it rains and snows?
Who will come back after the storm is over? -audio monsters fly far south, and wanderers don't return. I still remember that my loving mother sent tears to her children, so year after year passed.
In spring, the sown fields are full of vitality.
When the geese return, the first sentence is eroticism. -Yichun wakes up, ten miles of peach blossoms and ten miles of wind break Chai Men. -Remnant dreams are windy and autumn, and all things add years to worry about dead branches. What did you want yesterday? -It's windy and windy. Don't forget it's a piece of wine under the tree. Where is that gentleman? How to rest when we meet. -Homesickness. When will the war stop? -Flocculation rises in autumn with the wind, and lonely geese worry about flying south. Homesickness is surging, when will the war stop? —— I am drunk and laugh at the winter strip, but no one can clearly see the birds singing in the mountains and rivers, and there is a little red wintersweet —— it is windy in winter when I can't sleep by the window, but the situation is still there, and the snow is looking forward to your return. -If you see Chang 'an-If you are drunk, the ancient style is located in the middle reaches of Xiangjiang River to the south of Hengshan Mountain, the geese fly south, then rest their wings and stop back to Hengyang and Wan Li. It's unusual to come here.
Once, we laughed at the geese flying south together, and we also laughed at the clouds.
Now, you and I have our own ta around us. Who remembers the original agreement? Who clothed you in cassock and told you that everything was empty?
100 game who fights for you and tells you that the snow geese fly south? Who helped you write a book and told you that imperial power was great? Who lights up the ancient Buddha, recites the scriptures, and sighs that I am unintentional. Who guards the border and kills the enemy, but dies in a foreign country. He wrote hundreds of poems with sharp writing, saying that Jiang Lang was exhausted. In this life, miss. In this life, I passed by. If there is, if. I hope that in this life, there is nothing. In autumn, the wild geese fly north and south. Shanghai becomes a transit point for migratory birds to migrate once a year. Pei Shangxuan is fascinated by bird watching. He regrets Li Li: Migration is the most wonderful life habit of birds. Flying thousands of kilometers, how did they find the place they wanted to go? Pei Shangxuan bent his hand into an arc and put it above his eyes. He looked up at the birds flying over the city and shouted to Li Li: Li Li, look, look, herringbone geese. -fifteen years waiting for migratory birds
Sadness in one sentence makes you homesick.
My eyes parted, I cried and waved my clothes. Look back three times, I hope you will never leave again. Looking at the geese flying south, I asked when you would come back. In the middle of the night, tears flow sleepless. Fly to Hua Hudie in June, waiting for your return. Seven lines of stationery are yellow, broken branches and falling dust. Bashan maple is double red, holding green leaves alone. Jiusan is vast, and geese have no interest. Ten miles of snow, when will you come back through the snow! The cold wind is blowing
A dog barks at night in a mean alley, and gets drunk alone in Wan Li in Yangguan. No one came back. Only the wild goose Qiu Lai flies south, and the wild goose flies south, thinking that your face is haggard, and you don't regret flying far away with the cold wind, flowers bloom and trees wither. It's hard to complain about the situation across the river, which is heartbreaking.
Wild geese fly south to find a place to go.
The flute of Nanshan haunts my ears. I opened the window and saw the fragrance of peach blossoms. I'll add one for you in front of the hall at night. I still like you very much, like a meteor falling to the ground, reckless.
I still like you very much, like reincarnation, which lasts for a long time. I still like you very much. I like flying north and south, no matter when I return. I still like you very much, like a moth, and I never tire of it. I still like you very much, like falling snow, lingering in my heart. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing willow, I can't help myself. I still like you very much, like a broken kite. I still like you very much, like a deep alley, long and narrow. I still like you very much, just like fishing and being confused in a deserted city. Under the moon, the door is as thin as your steps.
Rushing into the Millennium Monument, it is difficult for Yi Tuo to unfold your beauty. Who can you really give a blowjob to blow yellow rice wine? Several dishes in the sunset, such as your shyness and drunkenness. The copy is easy to write, and the ink will not be returned to you. * * * Finally, leaving a cinnabar aftertaste has nothing to do with romance. My preface is waiting for you to hang up your pen once and for all. How can you put it down? It's wrong. I just lack an understanding of your life. The years of the whole city vanished in an instant. Looking back, I smiled. You hate it politely. You shook your head and sighed lightly. Who made you frown? The boudoir smells of rouge. Yan Nanfei turned to look at everyone. She held her hands in tears, remembering how to sleep. How could she regret sewing embroidered shoes and needles? I will complain about people who have nothing to do with romance. My preface is waiting for your reply I am innocent and fearless. It rained for several nights in a row. I'm waiting for spring thunder to remind you who you love. -Vincent Fang's Preface to Lanting Collection: Why do you want to study? For example, when you see the afterglow of sunset on the horizon and a row of geese flying south, what comes to your mind is: sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn water is the same as the sky. Instead of: lying in the trough, a lot of birds, lying in the trough, these birds are so fat, so beautiful, so fucking beautiful
Autumn wind strolls through the present.
When the geese fly south, I will meet Iraq alone. Today, after the Ming Dynasty, I feel cicadas are getting cold and singing sparsely. When I got up in the morning, I put on my clothes and combed my hair. I saw geese flying south, and their shadows were like running scripts. You mention a few words and describe the fallen leaves at the beginning of autumn.
The moon is a thousand miles away, and I carry a lamp across the lonely soul. I see the forgotten river, shining like star sand, and your lotus lamp is put down, reflecting the enchanting night in midsummer. Osmanthus fragrans fragrance, I fold flowers and collect dew to make wine, I see flowers like brocade and dew like ribbons, and you are on the water side, tracing back to the vast waves of the Millennium season. Yan went to fly a kite, and I read ancient Chinese carefully. I see the perched pine cranes. The sound of spring is like a wonderful bell. You wash clothes by the stream and soak in the cool breeze of the autumn equinox. Jin Ju is everywhere. I climbed Chongyang Mountain, overlooking. I see Nanshan in the distance and white clouds like cotton wool. You half-hugged sadly, thinking about the silver frost in the cold season. Maple red as the sea. I stopped at my fur and realized that the willow shadows were sparse and cool as a hook. You half-closed the window, covering the cold moon in the first frost. Long gufeng lyrics 1
(Fenghua burns the sand between your fingers) The sand between your fingers flies away, like you leave in a hurry, and a pile of loess buries your grievances. (Acacia Monument) The west wind blows and leaves pile up; In front of the window, the moonlight is beautiful; Cold geese fly south, while I face north; Self-locking eyebrows, railings, etc. With a flick of a finger, the whole city disappeared in an instant.
Looking back at Qingshiban Street, I smiled, but you were elegant and not annoying. You shook your head and sighed lightly. Who told you to frown and leave a rouge fragrance in the boudoir? Yan Nanfei turned around and gave you a tearful look with his hands. How can you sleep and worry about sewing embroidered shoes and needles? If flowers complain about butterflies, who will you complain about? A pot of wine, a pair of people, three or four lines flying north, four parties talking. It is from south to north, thinking a thousand kinds, hesitating a thousand kinds, singing a song full of fragrance. -Baidu Music Collection-Antique Love Songs
Qiu Lai yannanfei
Time calls without drinking a tear. Ask a question: Who are you so sincere to? -Critty's night was innocent. The snow in Wan Li has gone, the geese have flown south, the flowers have withered, the frogs have hibernated, the ants have entered the cave, the mountains and rivers have thinned, the sun and the moon have become cold and cheerless, and you have left.
Iraqis miss the south window, empty wine, fly south, who can dream, leave people tears, tears fall silently, always drunk.
Iraqi people are cold to the bright moon in the south window, tired of the past, hard to return, dreaming of the sunset for a thousand years, and hating reincarnation. Iraqis are indifferent to the south window, their marriage is light, time is beautiful, it is difficult to remember, and they are empty and lonely. The Iraqi people have deep feelings for the South Window. Why do they push it? They are ashamed to play the piano, they drift with the flow, full of worries and thoughts. The Iraqi people forgot the South Window. They lost their minds, shed tears and drew mountains and rivers. From then on, they broke the old feud. Ben, a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman, vowed to live and die;
Why, lonely geese fly south, only depressed words can't hurt. Originally, the butterfly clothes were flourishing and smiling exquisitely; It's a pity that once you keep the years, the water will flow to the east. It turns out that Zhu Yan is like a dream and her hair is like a rainbow; what can I do? Red makeup looks at the mirror, tears lock the heart pupil. Ben, with red lips and plain hands, is famous for Hua Qiong; Helpless, the hair is still there, and the shadow is in a hurry. Ben, the sky is beautiful, and jade fat is concentrated in Pan Yao Palace. Helpless, this heart is disappointed and the mirror is broken. Originally, after the rain in Johor Bahru, the moon was full of the West Building, the maple forest was late, and the empty valley was faint. Ben, hold hands, pour tea and make wine. Helpless, leaning against the fence and listening to the rain, the love flower remains the same. Ben, it's freezing in October, light and plain. Why, morning dew and rain, you don't know whether. Ben, a couple in the world of mortals, the horizon is like a horse. Helpless, people's hearts are changeable, and a person is thin. Fly south and fly north, a glass of turbid wine.
Lingshan Wei, Lingshan Wei, I have seen it several times in my dream.
I can't bear to put down my pen, and the paper is full of blood and tears. Lingshan Wei, Lingshan Wei, every grass and tree is haggard. It is said that Lingshan thousands of feet is high and a red rose is hard to find. Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, how much love is there in the world? It breaks my heart to see geese flying south every day. Lingshan Wei, Lingshan Wei, the annual cold star falls. Looking ahead, this star was in the north last year. Who is the cold star this year? Lingshanwei, Lingshanwei, where is there no blood in Lingshan? Listen to the sound of pines in the middle of the night, telling the merits and demerits of yesterday. -White's motto about Nanfeiyan in Zhuzhici.
Why don't you let me sit alone under the red plum window and make a pot of idle tea to spend the old days? Never mind the swallows flying south, when can I go home. Don't ask where the boat on the river will drift to the end of the world. I just want to be a flower tree I have never seen before, at the old ferry, watching the sunset clouds with a returning person. You know, there will be a lot of loss and loneliness in the past, and there will be a lot of loneliness and sentimental gatherings in the past. If my existence can make you happy, then my life can only accompany you through the last wind and frost in your life. At this time, you are still so young, and you are short of ointment for treating diseases. You said you didn't know how long you could live, and you were very attached to this earthly fireworks. Miss the warm and cozy sunshine in the morning, how eager to see the sun tomorrow, and often sigh that life is too hasty. In the coming year, you can sit by the window and watch the spring blossom. Can you see Nanfeiyan return? It's just this season's wait, and how many years will it take to get old.
Autumn is wild and smoky.
The west wind blows the flowers from the window eaves, who pity the sound of the piano? Paying strings is too graceful. The quatrains were lightly touched in Leng Yue's hands. Half of them don't get enough sleep. Turn around. You can't see how much the world has changed. I played it again, but I couldn't cross it. How far can I go when the tea is cold? I write a book and write a few lines of resentment. A fallen flower loses weight overnight, and wine cools overnight. Candles haven't been added yet. How far can you go? People are indifferent to the wind. Blow a dream for a thousand years, blame me for waking up too late. Vows like clouds can't stand the fleeting time —— Under Shao Siming's Poems on a Cold Night and Learning Chinese Characters by Example
Love is precious, I want to cherish it. Drunk misty rain, drunk Xu Nan, drunk your heart and drunk your face. Sleeves brushed away, wanting to become empty. White clouds and white cranes fly. White Su Jin, white thoughts. White heart, white love. Whitehead, this sorrow. Snowdrifts and silver butterflies are falling. Young and frivolous, I have no regrets. Nights with dusk are like fish. Clouds accompany the rain, and I accompany you. I miss my family when I grow up, and I hope my family will grow up in autumn. Lover's poem, love. Lovers love and want to repent. Write his poems and say love poems. Send it to your lover. The original love lasts forever, the original life. Never bear, lover's poem. Lovers know they love you. Dream of your heart, swallows flying in the south, cranes flying in the north, and the rising sun. When you get older, colored people will accompany you. My eyes are cold, too, and I want to add clothes. May the west last forever. If you want to have a clear eye, you may have a strong feeling. You know, you can't bear it. I hope to be a soloist and a prodigal son. I want to be with you, drunk and carefree. May there be Southern Yan.
Standing in front of your small building-a reed "Swallow Flying South" tired willow smoke cage, like an autumn dream, the wind curtain moves, dancing in the sunset, breaking the shadow. Ah, in the dust of flowers, there is a lingering fragrance, and the dark leaves fall, holding the New Year, hurting the scenery. Autumn court is lonely, embroidered pavilion is deep, and leaning against the window for a long time. I want to ask Nanfeiyan in front of the hall, how many days are left? More than nostalgia, I have been with you, accompanied by wind and rain, and said I don't care. Now, I am the only one looking at the horizon, and I am alone in a mountain. It is even more painful, and tears are stained with acacia sentences.
Give me an old time, sitting alone under a mossy wooden window, making a pot of leisure tea. Never mind, when can the swallows flying to the south go home? Don't ask, where will that boat be exiled? Don't think about how much of the past years are true and how much is false. If I can, I just want to be a plum blossom left in the world and watch the sunset clouds with a person who is home at the old ferry. Cycle after cycle, long dusty, at that time, that day, with the rotation of the wheel shaft of time, has long been buried in the depths of the ocean of flowers. One night, I twisted a matchstick, held a handful of moons, and looked at the night sky quietly, because I knew that outside the stars, maybe you were watching it, too. So, in the silent night, I tapped on the words and quietly told endless feelings to the night. Now, the wind is blowing and the clouds are light, so time has passed. Slowly, I got used to pinning my thoughts on the pen. It was warm when we met, but messy when we left, so I couldn't be strong. -Bai Mei.
1, give me an old time, sitting alone under a mossy wooden window and making a pot of leisure tea. Never mind, when can the swallows flying to the south go home? Don't ask, where will that boat be exiled? Don't think about how much of the past years are true and how much is false. If I can, I just want to be a plum blossom left in the world and watch the sunset clouds with a person who is home at the old ferry.
I heard that it is autumn, and I used to like the drunken weather in the frost forest. Now, I don't want to hear anything about autumn-white plums, autumn colors, and even wild smoke and flies in the south.
The west wind blows the window eaves and flowers fall, and those who cherish the sound of the piano are too graceful and sorrowful. The poem "Cold Night" is halfway through autumn. If the country is really hurt, it will become a national limit. The rain stopped in Mix, and Zeng Ye's hair was gone. Look at the wind, you say that hair and tears are needed, but who has pity?
Yao Lulu saw the west wind blowing the sunset and the swallows flying south. The first yard is red and gaunt. Heartbroken weeds and weeds. It's still early at night, so learn to mind me for a while, sitting alone under the wooden window on the moss and making a pot of leisure tea. Let go of the swallows who can't fight south and let them go home when the war is realized. If they don't go, they will think, if they can't fight, they will know where she can go. The wind will be limited next year.
Never mind, when can the swallows flying to the south go home? Don't ask, where will that boat be exiled? Don't think about how much of the past years are true and how much is false. If I can, I just want to be a plum blossom left in the world and watch the sunset clouds with a person who is home at the old ferry.
Give me an old time, sitting alone under a mossy wooden window, making a pot of leisure tea. Never mind, when can the swallows flying to the south go home? Don't ask, where will that boat be exiled? Don't think about how much of the past years are true and how much is false. If I can, I just want to be a plum blossom left in the world and watch the sunset clouds with a person who is home at the old ferry. -Larch
A curtain of dreams imprisons acacia, and there is no limit to playing with your heart and sorrow.
I want to eat the residual waves of the sea and disappear with the wind. I celebrate with you the change of true love, seven lives and seven deaths, and the exquisite flowers in eight windows are also sad and leave a message. These days, Tianshui children feel homesick and want to eat at the moment, but not many people pass by and go to Nanfei to swallow Su Lian.
Empty cicada, curtain sigh, fan dance a few times, meaning to eliminate false feelings. Looking back and smiling at the dust, Nanfeiyan planted a light sorrow. Flowers are in bud, leaves fall frequently, and they are bitter and frost-resistant, and they are happy to see the beginning of chrysanthemums. Grasp the new soil and new box, time is waiting, and you will be prosperous in the future! ~ "set an example to learn Chinese characters" [I]
Write for a lifetime, dead and empty. Tears streamed down her face and the sun set. Be infatuated with people and want to fall in love. Love the sea in the south, love the country in the north, love narcissists and love adults. Lovers and the post-West Lake are good, and flowers bloom and wither. When the family is big, it will be cool and beautiful. Looking forward to the big family, looking forward to the building, looking forward to the beautiful scenery and empty tears. Love poems, lover poems. Cross the sea in the south and snow in the north. I miss you and love you. Struggling to fall. Why don't I hurt you again? Flowers are warm, flowers cry. Cold lover, tears become empty. Flying swallows in autumn. A pair of eyes of love, ink fragrance in the heart. A year of love, a flower heart. When you get old, you will fall in love with each other and want to remember. A hundred years of love, autumn. Thousands of years of love, thinking into a disease. Look at the north building. I've seen you before. Looking at the old country, thinking of missing you. A storm warms the heart. Love, a hundred miles away. Falling with the wind, blowing with the wind. Falling with the leaves, melting the spring mud. It says thinking of you. Who is it for? Good for the whole city, want to pour the whole country. Ghost love, eager to bear. Love a person, with those short eyes. If you miss a person, you will be distracted by the full moon. A flower, a flower, a feeling. Nanfeiyan has returned, the spring flowers are brilliant, and the sea has changed. If you use your own seed, you will carve it into a painting. If you use your own seed and your palms are warm, you will hold the warm sunshine of home spring and make a cold heart warm.
However, I didn't leave for a while, sitting alone under the mossy wooden window and making a pot of leisure tea. Never mind, if you fly the swallows to the south, you can really go home when you become a country and walk day by day. You don't want this for the land, you can take a boat, and you can see that Feng Zhenya when you go. Forget it, you can't get off without alchemy. Before getting off the road, how much is gold and how much is fake. If I can, I just want to really change a plum blossom that can't be planted outside you, leave the lonely years on the road and watch the sunset with someone who just left the ferry.
? If you really change your foreign country, you will make peace on the road, build a country from your own village and plant plum blossoms from that country. Looking at plum blossoms, there is no end in sight, just lying. Find a small yard, plant some trees and plums, dig a pond and raise some lotus flowers. It is a good idea to build a fake country and a small pavilion. ? Dressed in Hanfu, you didn't do the bridge in Wei and Jin Dynasties, but you changed into furniture in Ming and Qing Dynasties, and cooked Pu 'er tea in your country in a red furnace pot in Tang and Song Dynasties. Close the door, I can't hear you. Your exterior is annoying, and the country is self-sufficient. When I went to the hospital, there was a clear stream, and several small fish whispered to each other. You don't need anyone to ask for this outside. Fire, vegetarian food, the smell of pine needles on the road. Leave one of us to go to the window and describe the saying that geese fly south.
Sentences describing geese flying south
1. Wild geese seem to be not afraid of fatigue and fly in the high blue sky all the year round. They flew over dense forests, clear streams, high mountains and vast grasslands … and continued to fly.
2. Goose is still so disciplined. Their formation is never chaotic. Goose takes the lead, goose is in the middle, and old goose is behind to protect goose. They have been flying in this orderly way. Sometimes they fly in formation like "people", sometimes they fly in formation like "one". You will praise the neat team.
The misty fog gradually dispersed, and the morning sun finally showed dazzling light. It's time to start. It suddenly flapped its wings and rushed to the boundless sky at first. All the geese are arranged in a V-shape, flying to the unknown journey, flying to the distant south, flying to the warm country …
4. In every flock of wild geese, there must be a leading goose, which is called "leading goose". Nature is the most powerful goose with the biggest task in the flock. We must rush to the front, ride the wind and waves, and create a safe area for our compatriots behind.
Perhaps, the most important and persistent belief in goose's thought is to live, just to live, and then try our best to make their offspring endless and multiply, that's all. Therefore, they had to move south and fly south against the chilly autumn wind.
6. The seaside is quiet and there is no one, but there are a group of geese standing here. Wild geese going to the south, this is their last habitat. On a big black rock near the coast, a young and strong male goose is looking at the distant place where the sea meets the sky, and at the paradise where they are going, although he can't see it. It can only see the mist on the sea, the waves coming in again and again, and the sunrise slightly dyed red by clouds on the horizon.
7. A flock of geese flying south appeared under the blue sky. The geese lined up in a neat "human" shape and flew forward towards the same goal; They shouted loudly in the sky, as if solemnly announcing that their ranks were neat and their goals were clear.
8. Flocks of geese fly freely in the sky in the shape of' I' for a while and' people' for a while.
9. In the season of crisp autumn, pleasant scenery and light wind and clouds, geese flock in droves and start a great ethnic migration and reproduction.
10, a flock of geese "goo goo ga ga" flew south, changing a "person" every minute and a "person" every minute. Rows of geese, like a victorious team, spread their wings and fly south, echoing each other and marching forward.
1 1. In a year, geese can often be seen flying south in a "V" shape or a "human" shape.
Poems about geese
(1) Peng out of Hansel, wild goose into Hu Ri. -Wang Wei's March on the Fortress
(2) Autumn geese are accompanied by the wind, and I am facing them and drinking my wine in this village. -Li Bai's "Shu Yun, Xuanzhou Xie Tiao Building Farewell School Book"
(3) I can finally send my emissary? Geese, return to Luoyang. -Wang Wan's berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
(4) The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang geese go unnoticed. -Fan Zhongyan's The Pride of the Fisherman
5] The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon. First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed. -* "Recalling Qin 'e Loushanguan"
[6] When it rains, chickens live early, and the wind is high and steep-Lu You's "The Seclusion"
Once the wind turned white waves, wild geese crossed the sky. -Bai Juyi's "The Night Monster of Jianglou"
It's cold this year. I arrived in Jiangxiang early. I didn't see geese flying before the Mid-Autumn Festival. -Lu You in "People Who Return at Night"
Levies in the bright moonlight, wild geese are flying, and the leaders of the Tatars are fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. -Lu Lun's "Aftab"
⑽ Huang Yun, thousands of miles away, is in the daytime, and the north wind blows the goose feather and snow one after another. -Gao Shi "Don't be big"
⑾ Hu Yan spends a lot of time, and the snow is intoxicating-Li Bai's "A Thousand Miles"
⑿ Snow grows in Tianshan desert, and geese come to scatter the cold. -He Chao "Joining the Army"
[13] Lu wine burns Peng Yuan. Look at the double red twist arrow. The ancient city road of the Yellow River is white and long in autumn. -Li Kuo's "Send General Zhenwu"
[14] There are endless geese in Dongting overnight, and they will fly north before dawn. -Yi Lee's "Smelling the flute on a Spring Night"
⒂ Autumn geese fly at night, first flock and then come alone. -Mei Yaochen's Autumn Goose