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.