Help me make a modern poem about the seasons.

These are the memories of the black and white negatives

Walking through my four seasons

Walking through my sorrows

After looking back in January, after the end of the year

The fallen flowers withered in the red

The withered leaves drifted in the autumn

The crows complained about the branches

How many sorrows did the pieces fly

The building was empty and silent.

The wind has slightly cooled the wine

Small song to the ear

A cup full of sadness and sorrow

On this winter afternoon

At the end of the haze

The one that should have been here is not here

The one that should have been there is not here

One that is drifting aimlessly

Tianyi Square, this noisy crowd

Tianyi Square, is not the only place where you can see the bricks and mortar.

Not seeing the same green tiles and bricks

Tall buildings and traffic

We are in the middle of a street scene that doesn't fit in

Where is our own piece of clear sky

You said that you aspire to live a life free of worries

You said that you aspire to a career that breaks the waves

You said that you pursue the love of simplicity and freedom

This is the first time that I have ever seen a woman in the middle of a street scene.

You said you only lacked a confidant

Which intersection are you wandering in silence

How many cigarettes have you burned up in silence

This is how you gently walk away

This is how you silently wait for your turn

Maybe only a cup of bitter wine

Can really make you forget the pain

Oh, my dearest friend

Oh, my dearest friend.

Let me hold your hand

We are the brightest stars in the darkest night

Oh, my dearest friend

Please follow me

Together, we will go to the end of the world

No more thinking about what we have lost and what we have had

No more thinking about what we have done

No more thinking about what we have done

What is happening now, let it happen

What is happening now, let it happen?

What's coming is coming

What's going is going

After the end of the year

Let's not look back in February, let's not look back at our hometown

The green tent

Reeds

A river of hazy moonlight

Moonlight

Cold as frost

The wind blows in the night

The night is young

The night is still young

More melancholy

Candlelight on one side of the water

On the other side of the water

Singing softly

Smoky waves and oars*** wandering

Touching a melodious song of the watery night

Gently broken strings, a broken chapter

The trickling of the heart quietly flowing

Painting a picture of the ancient charm of Jiangnan

The wind is blowing through the alley, and the moonlight is pale

The strands of green silk have slipped away from the sadness

Several times I've tossed and turned, and I've been confused

Several times I've gazed at you, and I've wandered

It is impossible to look at the reed grass on the banks of the Hanshui River

To look at the everlasting

A thousand miles of purple clouds, and a sunset that intoxicates your eyes

The evening wind has passed by.

A flat boat on a ribbon

Howling out a strong mountain and river

This kind of scene, who can enjoy with me ****?

But the dream was shattered

Broken in the middle of February

The wine in my hand

was getting cold

Inviting a glass of moonlight

Lifting my head to look at it

Darkly pondering

Jiangnan is a dream of Chuxiang

The cellular power of the country

What's left of it is a solo song.

A river of spring water and a river of sorrow

A round of bright moon near the west tower

A pot of wine in a pot of wanderlust

A song of nostalgia in March, the peach blossoms in March, where are you

I made a pot of tea in March

I drank a thin peach blossom

Waiting for my life's love, I was flawless

Looking to the ends of the world

Where are you?

The years are like a whip relentlessly beating

Painful to my memory

Painful to my years

Who misses my new branches

Has waited for my long hair to turn gray

And where are you

Under the peach blossoms in the cold moonlight

A song of lute is as messy as a hemp

Sadly, I've struggled in March. The March struggle

The rain began to fall again

That day when you stood up for me under the sword

The earth fell and the sky collapsed

Blood dripped through the brocade dress and silk veil

Like the dying peach blossom flowers

Reddish coloring of the sunlight and the evening sunshine

You laughed at me for being so stupid

Not loving the river and the mountains like a picture

I laughed at you for being so stupid

I don't want the river and the mountains to be like a picture.

I don't want the world to be like a painting

I just want to be with you at the end of the world

The wind blows hard

The tears fall silently

They sting my cheeks

My voice grows hoarse as I call out to you

Finally, you don't answer me any more

Laughing at the changing winds and clouds in the world

Today you and I, and tomorrow him

I'll go in style.

Drinking a glass of moonlight like a courtesy dress

The song is sent

The intention is strong

Make a poem of the wind and flowers

Remembering the time when you and I embraced each other in the prosperity

The level of pectinology, the traffic

Short distance from each other is like a light boat across the river tens of thousands of times

That kind of lingering can be understood

This is the first time in the history of the world that I have been in a position to understand the situation of the world.

Lifting a glass of wine to send the breeze

Drunk with sorrow and no one's favor

Drinking ten million cups of wine alone May's love The end of the world is far away

He said his life is wandering, wandering to the ends of the earth and far away.

I never understood what it meant.

Until one day, watching his figure disappear into the sunset, I realized.

So, he was leaving me.

I hated him, so much.

But I could only hate him so helplessly, year after year.

But whenever I'm alone, the hurt hidden in my heart hurts, and I know I'm lying to myself.

I miss him, all the time.

I hope that one day he will come out of the sunset ......

The wind blew through this evening in May

leaving behind the sunset's blushing face

I wielded my pen to write down this lingering

Reminiscing again of the day you kissed me

If falling in love with you was just a matter of chance

Why is the cup full of bitter wine

I stayed up all night again tonight

If it's inevitable that you'll leave

Why are there fireworks and roses

You said you'd love me forever

Cowherd and Weaving Maiden, they've been waiting for sweetness on the other side of the Milky Way

Concubine and Liang Lang, they've been dancing in a pair of lovers

This is not a repeat of the song that was sung for thousands of years.

It seems like yesterday that you were gone

I don't want to think of all the sweet words you said

I've been waiting for you for a year

I don't want to think of all the scenes that you and I walked through

Now that the sea has turned into a sea of mulberry fields

Can someone please give me a thread

To wrap around this torn and broken

Who can wait for me to be reborn

No longer alone after being reborn in the fire

Love, let me look at you one more time

From now on, a stranger to me

Love, let me kiss your face

From now on, I'll never see you again

How far away is the world

Too late to miss

I turned my face away in the month of May

I'm in the middle of the night. May turn away my face

The wind dries the tears

I've always been alone, was and still am.

I always thought I'd spend the rest of my life wandering alone.

Until one day, I met her.

I loved her, so much.

But I couldn't give her anything, I had nothing.

So, in a forgotten twilight, I decided to leave her.

I knew that I had hurt her as much as I had hurt myself.

The hurt was biting, the hurt was excruciating.

But it was all I could do.

Only by leaving her will she have someone who loves her more.

......

Wind arrives here to linger

Rain arrives here to miss

With the breeze to send the wine to each other happy

The erase of the evening sun is infinite

Raising a glass to invite drunkenness shyly red

Slanting sun is half-hidden

The small step slightly afraid of

The first time I saw you

That year, I was so nostalgic

Wandering alone in the pavilion

Slanting shadows of the bamboo

Near the Broken Bridge from time to time

Mossy stones, jade-lined carved railings

The breeze plays with the lotus flowers

Shadows in the water like memories rippling

It is hard to say goodbye when you look back.

The evening breeze can't bear to hold us together

Touching my shirt

Speechless, but with tears in my eyes several times

How can we not revisit the same place again

What can we do about it

What is the year of the present evening

When is the time of the year

And don't ask when the time is over

To look over the rail, I want to see it through

The wind is stirring up thoughts of May.

The winds of May are stirring up thoughts

And don't ask how far away the sky is

Looking back, I'm close to you

I'm picking up the memories again

On the banks of Xizi

Oil-paper umbrellas

May's smoky rain loves the south of Yangtze River

Bai Causeway

Beach of the white dyke

Owl boat

It's not as hazy as that day

That day

Saying Goodbye

Wave of the hand

Speechless and softly tearful

The sky is far away

How far

Another year and another year Author: Avika Submitted Date: 2008-12-06 12:32:13 June Fire Flow on the Other Side of the Bank

June Fire

Lift a goblet of wine and invite the moon to sing a high song

To burn out how much of the wind and loneliness

It is the only thing that can be done.

Buried the history

Dried up the memories

Never mind the national hatred and family feuds

Never mind the light horseback riding

Everything will decay

Everything will be broken

Since the ancient times, redheads have a thin life

Heroes in the world are all fallen

All the heroes in the world are fallen

All the heroes in the world are fallen

All the heroes in the world are fallen

Since the ancient times, redheads have a thin life

The heroes in the world are fallen

The heroes in the world are all fallen

How can a red face be a scourge

Heroes are helplessly infatuated

What is destiny

What is confusion

What is splendor

What is bliss

Who redeems whose sins

Who buries whose coffin

Three lifetimes are broken

Naihe is corrupted

Forgetfulness becomes turbid.

My Six Paths of the Earth

My Ten Temples of Hades July Daybreak Summer Blossoms

The silent meditation of twilight sunlight

It's the dreamy look of a scorching summer day

Blue silk brushes across the ripples of a hazy lake

It's the coolness that slides across the face of the month of July

The dewdrops lost in the hometown of the summer blossoms

It's a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful lake. A sea of purples and reds

The bustle of the season

The singing of bees on the wing

The dancing of butterflies

The breeze whispers a fragrant camphor

Who sniffs in my ear

The dimples of the wine

Let the month of July linger in peace

The air brews with the scent of the violet.

Who lifted your scarlet and rolled it up

Squint your eyes

Taste the dark fragrance

I raised my goblet and raised my voice

The bright moonlight that has not slept all night

Flowed through your fingertips

Let the snoring of the night's lonesome linger

Linger on the way

The way to be lost

The way to be lost in thought

Humming the way to be lost

The way to be lost

The way to be lost

The way to be lost

Letting July wander

We are all the time I hummed along the way

All the way along the way

To the end of July

To the end of summer

To the end of summer

To the end of summer

A cup of lute on the attic

A cup of cloudy wine to make God's heart sad

The moonlight is cold

To pay for the sins of the present life in the next life

One song of despair and forgetfulness

Memory is yellowed

There is no way I can forget my sins in this life

If I do, I will not be able to forget them.

No matter what happens in this life

The sadness is getting cold

Yi Yan is not yet in the middle of the night -

Yi Yan is still in my dreams

Yi Yan is still a childhood sweetheart

On the back of the yellow oxen

Beside the water of the stream

You are limp and dancing

It is my short flute that is playing

It is my short flute that is playing.

My piccolo flute is playing

And now you have become someone else's wife

Ten years of sitting in a cold room

I'm in pain

A jug of wine

Wulingtree leaves are falling

The coldness of the autumn of the love life

Drunkenness

Red beans in the south

Sending a distant song

Leaning alone in an empty building, I was disappointed

All the music was silent

The night was dark and sad

But I heard you singing -

That day I went up to the embroidered building alone

Yi Yan's neon dress

Red make-up was smeared in front of the bronze mirror

Rouge was hot

Rouge was hot

Long eyebrow strokes

Thousands of tears in hazy eyes

Tonight, Cindy is secretly hurt

Lunar laurel is fragrant

To tell you that it is cold and desolate

Looking at each other from afar

When will I see you again

When will I see you again

When will I be a bridegroom?

Don't you see me

On the sedan chair with the gongs and songs

Tomorrow I'll be someone else's bride

The dream has changed a thousand times

Wanting to see you on a high horse with a title and a gold medal

Painting your eyebrows and combing your face

How come I can't wear the tearful shirt all the time

But it's just a dream

Only because of this world of the world

It's not meant for me to be a butterfly in the sky.

......

Walking alone for years

Wind and light

Looking back

Counting the changes in the temples

May I be with you in the next life

House to house

I'll be with you all my life

I'll be with you all my life.