At first glance
I waited at your door all night
You came panting
With apologies dangling from your lips
Your red cheeks oozing shyness
Eyes brimming with light
Searching for the shooting star that had just slipped by
For the first time, I felt the sweetness of the wait
How to make me forget you
I sat in the middle of the square, asking you out.
How to teach me to forget you
The first time I asked you out
Sitting on the steps in the middle of the square
Prying open the brass lock of my diary
Under the gaze of the starlight
Taking you into yesterday's tunnel
Stealing the moon from me
To protect myself from the darkness of the night
Your beautiful laughter kept on coming in the dark.
Your beautiful laughter floated through the night
It penetrated every layer of cold air
The first time I took you to the Yellow River
It was a long, long walk
Holding your hand across the road
It made my heart feel very solid
You were like a child
You clung to the right of my body
You looked at the tumbles and the rolls of the river, and saw the sky, and saw the sky, and saw the sky.
Looking at the rolling river
You smiled at me incessantly
I clutched your cold hand firmly
For the first time, I went shopping with you at night
I held you in my arms
You said it was just a five-minute loan
You said it was just a consolation
I remained behind the moon
Enjoying the borrowed happiness. Enjoying the borrowed happiness
You suddenly pushed my arms away and ran away
Calling for your shadow under the starry sky
Scouting for your footsteps in the darkness of the night
Whispering to the gods and asking them for it
She said there was nothing that could be done
Listening quietly to my heartbeat it
Seems to be in tune with the footsteps that you took to leave
Alas!
How to teach me to forget you
Lyric Poem of the Running Moon
Perhaps because it's been a long time,
there's a hidden pain in my heart,
attached to the surface of my thoughts.
I am very clear about the cause and development of things as well as the end,
Just can not accept the fact,
Life is so,
Many people waiting for the end of the work has been a dark night,
can be pleased to look up there is always a round of the bright moon penetrate the indifference to the haze in the front.
The city is therefore alive,
I gradually returned to myself,
accepted to put himself in the place.
The story of the seasons does not need to be rendered by lights,
nor does it bear any trace.
The quarrel next door is still going on,
Except for the curse,
you are silent in front of me.
The sky is devoid of any birds,
just as my world has been sanded into a barren Gobi.
The sky was devoid of any flying birds,
I grew wings that made me doubt the world,
The moon on the top of the office building more suddenly smashed at my feet,
The vision was only dust.
It had clear human tracks on it,
shards of metal,
the Changeling's coat.
I would put it back,
because it becomes some kind of burden on the body.
The moon is the moon after all,
no matter the city or place it has many stories to read.
Perhaps there is something else,
such as indifference, such as charm, such as weirdness,
that always keeps people awake at night.
I've always been a bit of a misfit in front of you,
and I've always made people laugh and cry.
I never talk about the present or the future in front of you,
because there I am always guilty.
But you are different,
you always have a nine-color halo,
or stars.
Who can't stand in your way,
except congested traffic,
except my burden.
Before some dark night comes,
you dial the shrill ring of someone's cell phone.
The city wherever you're from doesn't need a note,
and every time you make a special note.
Inviting your newest friend to a weekend get-together
at a cafe on the corner of a road.
It's expected to be late,
the time will be late,
a criticism that everyone feeds on, consciously or unconsciously.
People have a lot to do in a limited amount of time,
and they're all in a hurry.
There are many vehicles in a long chain sequence,
with their taillights on.
You're sitting by the floor-to-ceiling windows, looking at a strange landscape built by the humanities,
and you're stuck in your own way.
A huge outdoor advertisement of a flawless face with a light-colored rouge,
and an old beggar standing at the bottom of it holding a half-empty glass vase of beautifully fragile flowers.
The occasional flicker of a stray cat's eerie figure
vanishes in an instant without a trace.
The souls it wore were liabilities,
and the time that passed was condensed into thoughts.
Until late at night,
the sky was like a curtain with many bright stars and a bright moon.
All its stories are as many as its secrets,
and they are listed sequentially.
You have always rejected the habit of explaining yourself,
unique words or real arguments.
Over the city,
everyone hangs in the air when the city has no direction.
In the noisy sea of people,
one escapes the claustrophobic vortex also as tiny floating weeds.
It hangs on the left side of a certain floor coldly watching your every move,
only you have never seen it has a pair of flame like water eyes.
I, as you prematurely seeped into and want to escape in time,
The heart is not hostile,
As in the hazy moonlight artificial implantation of grass grows anaerobically barren.
The acacia tree exposed the bare branches of the tightly held huge commercial transformers,
is also such as now you and I are always deliberately hidden in a remote corner,
Perhaps in the deeper night,
The city's brilliant lights to prove its prosperity,
Still endless stream of black and white vehicles and butterflies along the road across the path.
You turned around and swallowed the stolen or cheated elixir when I turned around without thinking,
The city has long been devoid of white pigeons overhead,
lost crows and sparrows.
You as it beats its great wings stretching its long sleeves off the ground,
the ground of the city,
hard and textured; the surface of the moon with your face on it.
Your departure will not lessen its load,
nor mine.
And you will be changed by your hasty departure,
changing my impression completely.
Until late at night, many people are still working late,
perhaps all night.
You were able to see them,
when your face turned to a certain building and lifted the curtains.
Cold Mountain Temple outside Gusu City, the sound of bells to the passenger boat at midnight.
2, "Silent Night Thoughts"
Tang Li Bai
The light of the moon in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground.
The moonlight in front of the bed is the light of the moon, which is suspected to be the frost on the ground. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The creation of the gods, yin and yang cut the dawn and dusk.
The clouds were born from the swinging of the chest, and the birds returned to their home in the corner of the eye.
When the top of the mountain is over the top, the mountains are small.
4. Untitled
Tang Li Shangyin
It is hard to say goodbye when you see each other.
The spring silkworm is not finished until it is dead, and the wax torch turns into ashes and the tears begin to dry up.
The first time I saw you, I was worried about your hair, and the second time I saw you, I was worried about your hair, and the third time I saw you, I was worried about your hair.
The mountain of Pengshan has no way to go, but the green bird is eager to visit.
5, "Xuanzhou Xieqiu Lou Preserved Farewell School Shu Shu Yun"
Tang Li Bai
abandoned me to go, yesterday's day can not be stayed;
chaotic my heart, today's day more worry.
The long wind sends the geese in the fall, and this can be a sound high building.
Penglai article Jian'an bone, in the middle of the small Xie and clear hair.
The first thing I want to do is to go up to the sky and see the moon.
The first thing you need to do is to raise a glass to dispel your sorrows.
The life of the world is not satisfactory, tomorrow emanate get flat boat.
Meng Haoran of the Tang Dynasty
The boat is moored in the smoke, the day is over, the guest is worried about the new.
The wild open sky low trees, the river clear moon near people.
7, "Rain Lin Bells"
Song Liu Yong
Cold cicadas are miserable, on the evening of the long pavilion, the first break in the rain.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me, and I was very happy to see you.
The first thing you need to do is to look at each other's eyes, and then you'll see that you've got no words to say.
The idea of going to a thousand miles of smoke and mist, the twilight mist Shen Shen Chu Tian broad.
The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all your old friends and family.
The first thing you need to do is to get out of the car and get out of the car, and then get out of the car.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the world, and you'll be able to see what you're getting yourself into.
The first time I saw this is when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
9, "Mooring at Guazhou"
Song Wang Anshi
Jingkou Guazhou a water, Zhongshan only a few mountains away.
The spring breeze is green again on the south bank of the river, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Song Su Shi
When will the moon come back? I'm not sure when the moon will come out, but I'm going to ask it.
I don't know what year it is in the palace in the sky.
I want to go back by the wind, but I am afraid of the jade buildings,
I can't stand the cold.
I want to go back on the wind, but I'm afraid that it's too cold for me to go back on the wind!
The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid.
I don't think we should hate each other, but I think it's a good thing that we're so close to each other.
The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money from the company.
I wish you could be with us for a long time, and I wish you could be with us for a long time.
11, "The Night of the Spring River and the Moon"
Tang Zhang Ruoxu
The tide of the Spring River is even with the sea, the bright moon on the sea *** tidal wave.
Brimming with waves for ten million miles, where is the spring river without a bright moon?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests.
The first thing you need to know is how to get to the top of the page, and how to get to the bottom of the page.
The river and the sky are all in one color, and the moon is alone in the sky.
The first time I saw the moon was on the banks of the river, and the first time I saw the moon was on the banks of the river. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley, and the first time I was a student there.
Life is endless, the river and the moon are only similar;
I do not know what the river and the moon are waiting for?
The first thing I want to say is, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry".
The white clouds are going away, and the blue maple is on the river.
Who's in the boat tonight? The first time I saw it, it was a very good one, and the second time I saw it, it was a very good one.
The poor upstairs moon is wandering around, it should shine on the mirror of the departed person's makeup.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The first thing I want to do is to look at each other and not hear each other.
The goose and the geese are not in the right place, and the fish and the dragon are not in the right place.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers, and I was sorry to see that the spring half of the year was not a success.
The river is flowing and the spring is going to end, and the moon is going to fall in the river.
The slanting moon is sinking and hiding the sea fog, Jieshi Xiaoxiang infinite road.
I don't know how many people will return by the moon.
The moonlight is so strong that it's like a river full of trees.
12, "Looking at Dongting Lake to the Prime Minister Zhang"
Tang Meng Haoran
August lake level, the virtual mixed with too clear.
The air vaporizes Yunmengze, and the waves shake Yueyang City.
I want to help the people who have no boats and oars, and I am ashamed of the people who are living in the city.
The first thing you need to do is to look at the people who are fishing and envy the fish.
13, "Mountain Dwelling Autumn Night"
Tang Wang Wei
After the new rain on the empty mountains, the weather is late in the fall.
The moon shines between the pines, and the clear spring flows over the stones.
The bamboo is noisy, and the fishing boat is moving.
The spring fragrance rests at will, the king and grandchildren can stay.
14, "Autumn Night Song"
Tang Wang Wei
桂魄初生秋露微, light Luo has been thin not changed clothes.
The silver kite has been long and attentive, and I can't bear to go back to the empty room.
Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty
A piece of the moon in Chang'an, the sound of ten thousand households pounding clothes.
The autumn wind is not exhausted, always the jade customs love.
When will the hu captives be pacified?
16, "Autumn climbed the orchid mountain to send Zhang Wu"
Tang Meng Haoran
The northern mountains in the white clouds, the hermit from the pleasure.
The hermit is happy in the white clouds of the northern mountains.
I feel sad because of the twilight, and I am happy because of the fall.
I see people returning to their villages and resting at the end of the ferry.
The trees in the sky are like chestnuts, and the river is like the moon.
When I was drunk, I was drunk on the festival of the Chongyang Festival.
17, "Autumn Sunset"
Tang Du Mu
Silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan puff flow of fireflies.
The night sky is as cool as water, and I sit and watch the Altair and Vega stars.
18, "Mid-Autumn Moon"
Tang Bai Juyi
Miles of clear light can not be thought of, add to the sadness and hate around the end of the world.
Who's been on the road for a long time? The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money and a lot of money.
The night the old girl lost her favor and returned to the courtyard, and the night the old man went up the stairs.
They are the most important thing that you can do to make your life easier.
19, "Su Mou Zhi"
Song Fan Zhongyan
blue clouds, yellow leaves,
autumn color even wave, wave on the cold smoke green.
The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky meets the water,
The grass is merciless, but it is even outside the slanting sun.
The soul of the countryside is dimmed, and the thoughts of the travelers are pursued,
unless the night is full of good dreams, the people will sleep.
The moonlight building is high and you can't lean on it alone,
The wine has been turned into tears of sadness, and the tears have been turned into tears of lovesickness.
20, "The Fisherman's Pride"
Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery is different in the autumn under the Seychelles,
The wild geese in Hengyang have gone without notice.
The landscape is different in the autumn under the Seychelles.
The city is closed in a thousand roaches, and the sun is setting, and the city is closed.
A cup of turbid wine and a thousand miles away from home.
The Qiang's pipe is so long that the ground is covered with frost.
The general's hair is white and the soldier's tears.
Lyrics for you
The summer of fire,
Listen to the wind and the cicadas.
Sitting still in the room,
With eyes downcast,
letting my thoughts wander and dance to the music of
You are the only one I will never change in this life.
Stroke his forehead and sigh,
The thoughts are surging.
A glass of wine in the throat,
The old man was in a trance.
The gate of memory suddenly opened,
The picture of love came to me like a flood,
A scene and a frame as clear as yesterday.
''Come to my arms, silent and happy,
Put aside the world,
Do that as a lotus woman.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and you're going to be able to get them to fit.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes, and you're going to be able to get them to fit.
The room is full of fragrance, rose language,
The heart of the lotus,
the flow of colorful flooding.
I wrote
"Life is not over, I love you".
Just like the first time we met,
Listening to your words of love,
in the lake of your heart.
The morning sunlight is a beautiful sight to behold, and the sunlight is a dark frown.
The winds of the night are whispering about the idea of parting, and the edge of the heart is murmuring.
Every time we meet,
I use the tender words to record,
Remember that day to write that moment,
In the sadness of the time to read,
To appease the wandering soul.
In the dusk,
looking out of the window, the heart is stirring,
I know that with the landing of the night.
You'll be there on time.
Whispering softly
You are my baby,
the tenderness of my hand,
to accompany me to the old,
together to watch the sunset to enjoy the flowers,
listening to the rain sound to tell the feelings of departure."
Yesterday's yellow flowers and green leaves set, with the fate of the lingering tell heart sad.
The water is green, the mountains are green, and the sky is cloudy, and the love is long!
After the love of despondency,
that confident and calm woman,
was occupied by sadness of the heart.
The fingertips penetrate the paper at will,
The troubled heart, the bitter thoughts, the deep love.
The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
Who is in charge of the wind and frost to hold the dust and sand?
Who twisted the incense and invited the moon to build a house with my heart and **** degree?
The heart of the rain flying tears of love, with the fate of the dance across the spring and autumn!
''You're the one who's keeping the wind and sand out of your eyes, and you're the one who's keeping the love out of your eyes.
You know that the rain intends to Xia evening, hands holding the heart through the years!
Sentimental heart,
always in the dead of night when anxious and difficult.
For you to think for you love intoxicated Fangxin system.
Drunk in the sea of your love,
You said I only write love words for you alone.
The heart is always your overbearing words to melt away the thick sorrow!
A sunny flower bloomed early, and stood in front of the water to show enchanting.
Facing the blue water, the heart towards the shore, waiting for the fate of the companion in the evening!
Into this love of the blue water and clouds,
Stranded sadness,
smile re-dyed eyebrows.
The morning after, I went back to being a light-hearted woman
Just because,
No matter when or where, there is a chance that you will be with me,
This life,
In the thoughts for you to write poems and fill in the lyrics,
All the way to go down to the end of the world!