2 Anonymous Drumming "Poetry Classic. The name of the artist is "The Name of the Kingdom" (邶风).
3 Qin Guan Magpie Bridge Immortal If two loves are long-lasting, is it not in the morning and the evening.
4 Li Bai, three, five, seven words: When will we know when we will see each other? I'm not sure if it's a good idea.
5 Unknown Phoenix, zither song There is a beautiful person, see it, do not forget, one day not see it, think like crazy.
6 Zheng Chouyu Fugue This time I leave you, it is the wind, it is the rain, it is the night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road was spread to both ends.
7 Li Bai, three, five, seven words, into my lovesickness door, know my lovesickness bitter, long lovesickness, long memories, short lovesickness, endless.
8 Yuan Zhen Five Songs of Departure from Thoughts, Four Once the ocean is hard to be water, in addition to Wushan is not a cloud.
9 Cao Zhi, the moon on a high building, the king if the road dust, the concubine if the turbid cement, floating and sinking different potential, when will the meeting be harmonized?
10 Nalan Seide, the beauty of Yu Mei Ren The two should be the same after the bleak parting, most of all, it is impossible to win the moonlight in the clear resentment.
11 Zhang Ji, a woman of the festival, has returned the pearl to the emperor with tears in her eyes, and she hates the fact that she has not yet gotten married.
12 Ximurong A blossoming tree How to let you meet me, in my most beautiful
Moment for this, I have been in front of the Buddha begged for five hundred years, begging him to let us have a dusty relationship.
13 Chen Heng Ke inscription Chunqi effigy Contempt for the remaining only the shadow of the system on earth, how the same life is different from death?
14 Liang Qichao, Taiwan's Bamboo Poem The tree of lovesickness says lovesickness at the bottom of the tree, thinking of Lang Lang hates Lang Lang does not know.
15 Xu Gan Room Si Since you have been out, the mirror is dark. I've been thinking about you like running water, and there's no end to it.
16 Sima Guang Xijiang Yue (西江月) Seeing each other is like not seeing each other, and love is like no love at all.
17 Gong Zi Zhen (龚自珍) A Miscellany of Poems in the Year of Our Lord Falling red is not an unfeeling thing, but it turns into spring mud and protects the flowers even more.
18 Zhang Xian Qianqiu year The sky does not grow old, love is hard to stop. The heart is like a pair of silk nets, with a thousand knots in it.
19 Huang Jingren One of the Two Poems of Yihui Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
20 Li Shangyin Untitled Six Poems, the third of the six, I have to say that it is useless to think about each other, and there is no harm to be upset and crazy.
21 Li Shangyin, in the twilight of the fall, he traveled alone to the Qujiang River, knowing that the body is in the mood for a long time, and despairing of the sound of the river water at the head of the river.
22 Nalan Seide, "The Raccoon River Sand" is a very thin and unattractive place to be.
23 Li Shangyin Jinser ( 锦瑟) This love can wait to be memorialized, but at that time it was already lost.
24 Zhang Zhongsu Swallow House How much love is there in a night of longing?
25 Yuan Hao Wen, one of the two poems of the Fish Feeling, asked the world, what is love, straight to the promise of life and death.
26 Li Shangyin Untitled Without the wings of a colorful phoenix, the heart has a spiritual rhinoceros.
27 Zhang Kejiu Sehongqiu Beast furnace Shen water smoke, Cui marsh flowers, line after line written in the transmission of lovesickness.
28 Xu Zaisi, the order of cinnamon, will not be able to love each other in life, but will be able to love each other, will be harmful to love each other.
29 Li Guan Butterfly Loves Flower One inch of love, ten million thoughts, no arrangement on earth.
30 Su Shi Jiang Cheng Zi Ten years of life and death, not think about it, since it is unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about bleak.
31 Anonymous Silk "Poetry Classic. The Tang Dynasty (唐风), which is a poem of the Tang Dynasty (唐风).
32 Bai Juyi The Song of Long Hatred The sky is long, the earth is long, and this hatred is endless.
33 Bai Juyi Long Hate Song In the sky, I wish to be a bird with two wings, and on earth, I wish to be a branch with two branches.
34 Wen Ting-Xi Butterfly Lovers is a flower that has a long history of tears, and the only thing in life that is hard to die for is love.
35 Cao Xueqin ( 曹雪芹), the poet of the Chinese opera "Ling Mei" ( 枉凝眉), the poet of the Chinese opera "Ling Mei" (蕭凝眉), the poet of the Chinese opera "Ling Mei" (虛凝眉). If you say there is no strange fate, you will meet him again in this life; if you say there is a strange fate, how can your heart end up in vain?
36 Li Shangyin Untitled Spring silkworms are not finished until they are dead, and wax torches are not dry until they turn into ashes.
37 Fong Chou-yi, the word "Raccoon River Sand" is not a word that can be used to describe a person's love for another person, and there is no place on earth where one can find love.
38 Ouyang Xiu 玉楼春 尊前拟把归期说，未语春容先惨咽。
39 Anonymous Guan Ju "Poetry. Zhou Nan Guan Ju, in the river of the continent. The fair lady, the gentleman's good marquee.
40 Ouyang Xiu Jade Tower Spring Life is a love affair, this hate is not about the wind and the moon.
41 Liu Yong Yu Lin Ling The years that have passed since then have been a blur of good times and good scenes. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to tell anyone about it, but I'm sure I'll be able to.
42 Li Zhiyi 卜算子 I wish your heart was like mine, and I would never let you down.
43 Yan Guidao Linjiangxian, two of the two songs Falling Flowers, Swallows flying in the rain.
44 Chen Tao 陇西行 Poor bones by the Wuding River, still a dreamer in the spring boudoir.
45 XIN Qiji Touching the Fish, a thousand jins of gold to buy Xiangru's gift, and who will tell you about your feelings?
46 Wen Tingyun Three Songs of More Leakage Three of the Three Songs of Sycamore Trees, Three Nights of Rain, I can't tell you that my love for you is bitter. The rain falls on the sycamore tree, and it's a bitter day of separation, but there's a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound, a sound.
47 Su Wu: Hair Tied as Husband and Wife Hair Tied as Husband and Wife, Love is Unquestionable.
48 Nie Shengqiong The Partridge Sky I'm looking for a good dream, but it's hard to fulfill. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do it, but I'm going to be able to do it, and I'm going to be able to do it.
49 Liu Yong 昼夜乐 Who can tell me about my loneliness? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
50 Li Bai Changxiang Si, one of the two poems, the sky is long, the road is far, the soul flies bitterly, it is difficult to dream and soul not to pass through the mountains, Changxiang Si, destroys the heart and the liver.
51 Ximurong Seal Don't refuse to say that beautiful vow because maybe it will change, don't dare to ask for a heartfelt encounter because maybe it will be separated.
52 Fan Chengda Che Yao Yao Chapter May I be like a star, like the moon, night and day, the light is bright.
53 Dai Shulun, the song of lovesickness Fish and geese are far away from each other in the sky, and they believe that the parting of the world is bitter.
54 Liu Yong Yu Lin Ling (雨霖铃) The tears in your eyes when you look at each other with your hands tied together, you can't help but choke on your words.
55 Yuan Zhen, the second of three poems on the dispensation of sadness, I know that this hatred is shared by everyone, and the poor and lowly wives are sad about all sorts of things.
56 Gu Xiong v. Heart for my heart, for your heart, and then know that the memory of each other is deep.
57 Fish Xuanji Jiangling sad hope have sent Remembering you heart like the West River water, day and night east flow without rest.
58 Li Shangyin Untitled Six Songs, Six of Six Spring Heart Mo *** flowers compete for hair, an inch of love an inch of gray.
59 Le Wan 卜算子 The love is like the depth of the sea, the old things as far as the sky.
60 Bai Juyi Wandaosha The tide of mutual hatred is not as good as a letter, and the sea is not as deep as the thought of love.
61 温庭筠 新添聲杨柳枝 玲珑骰安红豆，入骨相思知知不知？
62 Shao Ruipeng Butterfly Lovers Can't bear to pay a thousand dollars for a smile? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
63 Yan Shu Yu Lou Chun (晏殊 玉楼春) The end of the world is always at hand, but only lovesickness is endless.
64 Cao Xueqin Lifelong Mistake It is said to be a golden jade good fortune, I only miss the wooden stone former alliance. I have been in love with you for a long time, but I have never forgotten your love for you.
65 Zhou Bangyan Jade Tower Spring People like the wind into the river after the clouds, love like the rain after the sticky ground flakes.
66 Cao Xueqin Red Beans The tears of longing for each other cannot be dripped, and the flowers of the spring willows are full of paintings.
67 Ouyang Xiu (欧阳修) Butterfly Lovers' Flower ( 蝶恋花), one of the two songs of Ouyang Xiu.
68 Feng Xiaoqing Complaints The thin shadow of self-pity and the autumn water shine, the minister must pity me and I pity the minister.
69 Zhu Yizun High Balcony I am afraid of being in love with each other. I am looking forward to the long embankment, the grass is all red heart. I've been thinking about the long embankment and the red heart of the grass, and I've been thinking about the yellow spring, and it's hard to find both places.
70 贺铸 横塘路 If you ask how many idle feelings are there? A river of tobacco, a city full of wind and flotsam, plum yellow rain.
71 Zhang You send people sent sentimental only the moon in the spring garden, but also for the departure of the light of the fallen flowers.
72 Liu Yuxi Four Bamboo Words, the second of four bonus bonus is easy to decline like Lang Yi, the water flow is infinite like Nong's sadness.
73 Yanshu Mountain Pavilion Willow: Gift to the singer If you know the voice to see the pick, do not go out of the way to sing all over the Yangchun.
74 Fan Zhongyan Su Mouzhi The moon building high rest alone leaning, wine into the sadness, turned into tears of lovesickness.
75 Chen Shuda Since the gentleman's departure, I have been thinking of the gentleman as a bright candle, frying my heart and shedding tears.
76 Su Wu, who was married to his wife, was born to be a husband and wife, and died thinking of each other.
77 The second of the two songs sent by Chen Pengjie (陳蓬姐) is a poem about a man's love for his wife and his husband.
78 Zhu Yizun: An Anchorage at Mandarin Oriental Lake Concubine is like Xushan in the eyes, while the groom is like a stone Buddha without a heart.
79 Wei Zhuang One of the Two Songs of Female Crowned Sons I don't know that my soul has been broken, but I only have dreams to follow me. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it in a few days.
80 Anonymous Picking Hibiscus in the River Nineteen Poems of Ancient Poetry We are united in our love and separation, and we will grow old in sorrow.
81 Qin Guan The Eight Six Sons A curtain of dreams in the night moon, ten miles of tenderness in the spring breeze.
82 Yan Guidao One of the Three Songs of Partridge Sky Since we parted, we remembered meeting each other, and several times our souls and dreams were with you.
83 Liu Yong Yu Lin Ling (雨霖铃) is a song of love that hurts separation since ancient times. The first time I saw you was when I was a young man.
84 Yan Shu Yu Lou Chun Emotionless is not as bitter as sentimental pain, and an inch has become ten million strands.
85 Yuan Zhen, the third of three poems on dispensation of sorrow, will only open his eyes for the rest of the night, and repay him for the unexpanded brow of his life.
86 Wei Zhuang Ying Tian Chang The letters and sounds have been cut off for half a year since we left each other, and an inch of our intestines is tied up in ten million knots.
87 Lu Tong has been thinking about the plum blossom, and suddenly came to the window, suspecting that it was you.
88 Lu Tong Upstairs Daughter Qu Directly because of the feeling of love a review, so that my tears long Shan Shan.
89 Yan Guidao Three Songs of the Partridge Sky, two of which are about the love of a man who has no proof of his words, do not bother to cry to the flowers.
90 Ouyang Xiu (欧阳修) Takes a walk on the sand, the sadness of being away from you is getting farther and farther away, and it's as long as the spring water.
91 Xin Qiji (辛弃疾) Partridge Sky (鹧鸪天) If there is no parting of the eyes, I don't believe there are white heads on earth.
92 Cao Xueqin Dream of Red Mansions Quotes The opening of Hongmeng, who is the seed of love? The only reason for this is that it's all about the wind and the moon.
93 Yanshu Magpie Treading Branches The moon is not familiar with the bitterness of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates the vermilion house at dawn.
94 Bai Juyi The Song of Eternal Hatred The Song of Eternal Hatred is a song that is sent to you before you say goodbye, but you know it by heart.
95 Chen Duansheng (陳端生) sent out Tears can be dried up, but there are traces of them, and words are hard to send.
96 Su Manshu This is a special poem: Returning a bowl of unfeeling tears to you, I hate that you have not yet shaved.
97 Wen Tingyun Nan Gezi four songs, two of the two days of love, for you to pine away, when the hundred flowers.
98 Yanshu Magpie Treading Branches I want to send a colored paper and a ruler, but I don't know where the mountain is long and the water is wide.
99 Li Yu Qing Ping Le The Hatred of Separation is like the grass of spring.
100 YAN SHU Qing Ping Le Two Songs Two of Two Hong Yan is in the clouds and the fish is in the water, and it is hard to send this love.
Si Murong's poem:
A blossoming tree
How can you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
For this
I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years
Praying to the Buddha to let us have a relationship
Buddha turned me into a tree
The tree grows beside the road where you have to pass through.
In the sunlight
Discreetly blooming flowers
All of them are the hope of my past life
When you come near
Please listen carefully
The trembling leaves
are the passion I've been waiting for
And when you finally pass by unnoticed
And after you, a whole field of them falls
That's not a flower petal
That's my fading heart
Seven Miles
The streams rush to the sea
The waves yearn to return to the land
In front of the hedges of green trees and white flowers
It used to be so easy to say goodbye
And twenty years later
Our souls
When the wind blows
it turns into the fragrance of the garden
Choices
If I came to this world
just to be with you once
just for a single moment in a hundred million light years
all the sweetness and the sadness of a single moment
then let everything that should have been
befallen in a single moment.
I bow my head and thank all the planets for helping me
to meet you
to part with you
to complete a poem made by God
and then grow old
in the beginning
beautiful dreams and beautiful poems are like that
both are unattainable.
Often they come at the most unexpected moments
I like that kind of dream
In a dream, everything can start over
Everything can be explained slowly
Even in my heart, I can feel the ecstasy and gratitude of all the wasted moments
that have returned
Happiness fills my bosom
It's because you're right in front of me
Smiling at me, just like you did then
I really like dreams like that
When I know you've traveled thousands of miles for me
Yet the grass is fresh and the flowers are colorful
It's as if you and I have only met for the very first time
Rainy realizations
If it rains and then rains and then rains again
If sadness comes after sadness
Please let me face this parting with ease
Farewell and smile as I continue to search for
An unlikely you
Youth
All the endings have been written
All the tears have been shed
All the tears have been shed
But suddenly I forgot what kind of a beginning I was in.
On that old summer day that never returned
No matter how hard I tried
Young you passed by like a cloud
And your smiling face was so shallow
It faded into the sunset
It was then that I turned over the yellowed title page
Destiny had bound it poorly
With tears, I read it all.
With tears in my eyes, I read it again and again
But I have to admit
Youth is a book of haste
Faith
I believe that the essence of love is the same as the simplicity and gentleness of
Life
I believe that all
reflections and reflections of light and shadow
I believe that the trees full of blossoms
Come only from the ice and snow
I believe that the flowers are the only thing that can be found in a tree
That is, in the snow.
I believe that all the flowers in the trees
come from a single seed in the snow and ice
I believe that all the 300 poems
that have been written over and over again
are just the one word that was not uttered when I was young
I believe in the Divine Providence
I believe, too, that if you are willing to go with me
back
to a source far away and humbling
We will finally understand each other
Previous destiny
If people can be reincarnated, if there is reincarnation in this world
Then, my love, what were we in our past lives
If you were a woman picking lilies in the south of the Yangtze River, I must have been the one that you missed on your wrist
If you were a child running away from school, I must have fallen out of your bag
And I must be the one that fell out of your bag. I must have been the brand new marble that fell out of your bag
In the grass by the roadside
Watching you walk away without knowing
If you had been a Buddhist monk
I must have been the incense that burned in front of the temple
And accompanied you for a while
That's why, when we meet in this life, we always feel that there is some unfinished business
But it's so vague that we can't see what happened to me
If I had been a monk, I would have been a good friend.
Why
I can lock up my pen, why
I can't lock up love and sorrow
In a long life, why
Joys always fade away as soon as they appear
The ones that go the fastest are the most beautiful
The ones that go the fastest are the most beautiful
The ones that go the fastest are the most beautiful
Why
Why
What is it that I want to do? Hope
In fact, what I'm hoping for
is just a moment
I've never asked you to give me
your whole life
If I can meet you on a hillside filled with gardenias, if I can love you once and then leave you, if I can love you once and then leave you again
Then the longest of all lifetimes
isn't it just a moment?
Isn't it just
that short moment when I look back
Farewell
Not all dreams come true
Not all words are told
Guilt and regret
have to be planted in the hearts of the departed
Despite what they say, in the end, all the things that happen in the world, all the things that happen in the world, all the things that happen in the world, all the things that happen in the world, all the things that happen in the world, all the things that happen in the world, all the things that happen in the world, all the things that happen in the world, all the things that happen in the world.
I didn't mean to miss it
But I've been doing it all along
Missing yesterday's blossomed boughs
Missing today's day
Today, and still repeating the same parting
The rest of my life will be a stranger
A thousand miles away
At twilight.
Bow down y to you
Please take care of me
Despite what they say in this world
They say that in the end all things must come to naught
Lamentations
Will never see you again in this life
Only because the one who sees you again is no longer you
You are not in your heart anymore
You will never come back again.
Sun, moon and years
The ferry
Let me say goodbye to you
And then gently withdraw my hand
Knowing that thoughts have taken root
Floating clouds, white sun, solemn mountains and rivers
Let me say goodbye to you
And then gently withdraw my hand
And then years have come to a standstill
And then I'll be back
There's no need for you to be here.
Tears are flowing in my heart
It's such a helpless gaze
It's impossible to find a flower by the ferry to send to you
Put your blessing on your lapel
And tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day
Youth without complaint
In the youth
If you fell in love with
Please be gentle with her
No matter how long or short your love is
If you can always be gentle with each other, then
All the moments will be a flawless beauty
If you have to part
Say goodbye properly
And keep a thankful heart. Thank you
Thank you for the memories she gave you
When you grow up, you'll realize
When you look back
Youth without grudges has no regrets
Like the quiet moon on the hill
Homesickness
Hometown's song is a flute that is far away
Always sounds in the night when there's a moon.
The face of my hometown is a blur of despair
Like waving goodbye in the fog
After leaving
Homesickness is a tree that has no yearly cycle
Never grows old
Love for you
What swirls around in my heart is a cloud that floats
You can say it all You can say it all, say that you love me or you don't.
You go ahead and choose the words that are hard to understand
Arrange them over and over again
You go ahead and say it, my friend
I'll understand what you're feeling
You go ahead and change and become happy or indifferent
You go ahead and try on all the complicated masks
Walk the twisted paths
You go ahead, my friend
I'll understand all your feelings
In the world, despite all the changes
In friends, despite all the unpredictable breasts
I only know, my friend
You're the first and the last love
On the distant starry sky, I'm yours
I'm yours
The eternal wanderer With a wandering life
Quietly guarding
Your tenderness and your happiness
But, my friend
Drifting in the corridors of the stars
Wondering about you, but unable to pass on
The feelings of a wanderer
Friends, do you understand
Love you forever
The twilight
I heard a song
It was tender and lingering
Like a mountain breeze on a lily
When I longed for it again
It was silent
Nothing to be seen, nothing to be found
Leaving only moonlight to soak the skin
And on a twilight twenty years from now
What could be the same as that night?
And what is similar to that night
that brought that melody to me
the sound of the mountains and the drums that beat in my heart
looking back at the path I came from
The green hills and the green hills
the ups and downs of half a lifetime
in the twilight
were turned into sweet, hot tears
the heart of the lotus
I am a summer lotus in full bloom.
I wish
you could see me now
The winds and frosts have not yet eaten away at me
Autumn rains have not yet fallen
The season of youth has left me again
I am already in a state of peace, not worried or afraid
This is the time
for me to be at my most beautiful
The doors are locked
In my fragrant smile and my heart's desire to be a woman I will never forget
I am a woman of the world, not a woman of the world.
After the fragrant smile
Who knows my lotus heart
You who are not meant to be
Either you came too early or
too late
Please don't cry
I don't have any poems
No more flowers, no more rain
Dusty seasons
Please don't cry
All kinds of hopelessness
I don't want to cry
I don't want to cry
I don't want to cry
I don't want to cry
It is a time for me.
The embers of love have gone out
Back on earth
It's a rude awakening to realize that the thousands of paths are all
known paths, known paths
Follow the crowd and go on
Smiling like this to the end
My weak heart
Please try to forget, please try to forget.
Don't cry anymore
The portrait of a tree
When the smile on the wind no longer smells good
The gentle words are silent
When the pupils of the stars are cold and dark
And a thousand paths are lost
I'm just a lonesome tree
Resisting the onset of autumn
Zen. (-)
When you're gone in silence
What was said or not said is forgotten
I'll put my tears in the pages of a book
Like the jasmine of our youth
Maybe it'll fall from the occasional page in the twilight of years to come
One day in the twilight of years to come
There is no scent, there is no fragrance.
No fragrance, no sound
There may have been a light
rain
Outside the window
Zen (2)
When it's all over
I know
I'll forget
And the burden on my heart will be lifted
Please, please, please forgive me
Life is meant to be a continual process of hurt and recovery. The world is still an orchard waiting gently for me to ripen
The sky is so blue
The trees are so green
Life can be so peaceful and beautiful
When the fog rises
When the fog rises, I'm in your arms
The forest is full of moist scents
The forest is full of moist scents
It's a beautiful world. The forest is filled with the fragrance of wetness
of a youthful time that keeps coming back
After the fog clears
it's already a lifetime
The mountains are empty and the lakes are quiet
and all that's left is the back of the man who can never be mistaken for another among a thousand people
My faith
I believe that love is as simple and gentle as the essence of
life
. I believe that all
reflections and reflections of light and shadow
I believe that a tree full of flowers
is only a seed in the ice
I believe that 300 poems
repeatedly say only
that one word that I couldn't say when I was young
I believe that God has made all the arrangements for me.
I believe in all the arrangements of God
I also believe that if you are willing to go with me
to trace
above the distant and humble source
we will finally understand each other
Mountain Moon (I)
--One of the old works
With many a mountain tale
The stars of the dawn, the forest fires, the saga of the deer
You spoke and spoke
But you lingered not to say a word to me
I waited, with patience as of a stone
But the moonbeams deafened me, and the winds of the mountains kept on coming
At midnight, in the old woods, the lilies were pale
The mountain moons, in the old forests, the lilies of the old forests, in the old forests, the old forests, in the old forests, in the old forests.
Mountain Moon (II)
--Old Work No.2
I have traveled by moonlight
Because you were in the mountains
And in the hot tears of this night's story
I can see you smiling
The mountains are dim
My years are gone
I think of the forests, the mountains, the lilies of the ancient forests.
Thinking that every spring in the forest will still
Have thee strong
To carry me up the steps
And the moon is like water, and the grasses are dark
The remorseless one
Who made me
A promise so tender
And the moon
Shined over her young face
In the forest
The bright face of her young
My young face
It is a dream of my life.
The bright face
The fragrant moment for all my
sorrow and loneliness to-day
In the crowd of long-singing pains
Does she know that I'm still
The one who has no regrets
The parting
Will not be a barrier
Will not be a tear
To the face of the dearest one.
So in this dark hour
I retire
Pardon me if I don't say goodbye
And in the deepest, deepest corners
Try to hide you
At a distance that no man of any age
Can touch
The moment when the snow melts
When she falls asleep
The moment when the snow melts
The moment when the snow melts
The moment when the snow melts
The moment when the snow melts
The moment when the snow melts
While she slept
He was walking along the path of the melting snow
hankering for the old
stars, and before the river
where the ice was crashing into each other
hid himself at a distance no man of any age could ever reach
The moment of the melting snow
While she slept
The moment of the melting snow
hankering for the old
stars and whispering
her name in front of the river where the ice was crashing into each other
and in the southern night
everything was as silent as it always is
except for a few tired petals
that fell from the wind
as the wind was blowing.
Falling on her window
Tears-Moonflower
What I can't forget are the tears in your eyes
Reflecting the moonflower between the clouds
Last night it rained
Rain intruded into the barren mound on the distant mountain
The tiny grove of acacia wood
The shade of green that covers the hill of your grave
This morning The sky is clear
Di Luo climbs up the barren mound on the distant mountain
The gentle wild wind in the valley
The grass that wipes your grave is white-headed
At dusk
Who will go to the gravesite to recognize the broken headstone
I have forgotten the direction of the burial
Only remember that when I cried, I was facing the slanting sun
Whatsoever.
Pick the one with the most grass
Put down a bouquet of hyacinths
I shouldn't have wept
I knew it wasn't necessarily you that lay beneath the ground
So why should I follow the cries of the world's people
It's been hundreds of years
This long dream hasn't woken up yet
Wish the reality would turn out to be the old fairytale
That's the way it is, you just sleep 100 years long.
You just sleep for a hundred years and I'll be with you
Let the wild roses bloom on us
Let the red-breasted bird nest in our hair
Let the fallen leaves rest in the folds of our coats
A century has passed in a flash
But it's only a dream
The shadows of the mountains engulfed you
And me. My melancholy heart
I'm going back, through the pine forest
There's a blur of deer in the forest
What's that flower on the path
Why is it that the moon is always a tearful moonlight night after night
Far away
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is another day of mountains
Superior mountain is tender and solemn
There's a thunderbolt from the valley
There's a mountain of mountains, and it's a mountain of mountains, but I don't know if I'll ever see it.
The heavy mountains
hide my eyes
Good-bye, my love
Let me cross this strange valley alone
Separated by a deep, depressing space
My yesterdays are crying
The seasons
1
Let me believe, my dear
That this is my story
.It's as if Let me believe
that the blossoms and the flowers
are the whole history of spring
2
If you can forget, then
I should be able to
Freeze all the teardrops in my heart
Or embellish them in
The boundless sky of that summer's night
3
And when you've forgotten, you'll be able to forget, you'll be able to forget.
And when the wind picks up
I don't care to tighten the train of my coat
to protect my still-singing heart
from autumn's eavesdropping
4
Just because I can't grow where the snow falls
I can't speak of that hope for the rest of my life
I'm a transplanted conifer
. Darling, you are the winter land in the far north
Why
Can I lock up my heart? Why
Can't I lock up love and sorrow
In a long life, why
Do joys fade as soon as they appear
When they go the fastest, they are the best of times
Short song
In a mountain road that no one passes by, I'm a transplanted conifer.
The peach blossoms bloomed
and fell
The woman in front of the mirror
gazed longingly
at
her fragrant beauty in the mirror
And the humid seasons
and
those tender hearts
are the ones that often get lost when it's too late
The woman in front of the mirror
is the one that gets lost when it's too late
The man who is the most beautiful of all.
That love
Youth (3)
-Third
I love tonight
Looking back at the trail from which we came
and realizing that our days have been
different in a whole different way
and that we are now in the midst of the world's worst nightmare.
Come and gone
The vision that was once so passionately planned
The blueprint that was so meticulously sketched
The youth that was once so eagerly awaited
But never
Came
The secret of the blossom
Always
The secret of the blossom is that it has to fade.
The morning after it fades,
you'll walk through it
and realize that last night
was right outside your window
I was
how beautiful and lonely
a flower
that I loved, and I'm the only one who knows
that the last night that you missed
was a beautiful, lonely night.
We are on two ridges so high
that we can't see each other from afar
but we can hear your soft voice coming through
The clouds are thick, the canyons are steep
Be careful, you said, we're on a ridge where we can't take a wrong step
So even with that kind of separation, I'm not sure if I can do anything wrong.
So, even at that distance
that far away
you wouldn't let me go, always keeping the commandments
you made that young night
Be careful, you said
that we mustn't take a single wrong step
but there were times
when even the sternest of you would forget
and turn back to me with a hearty smile.
There are times when you turn around and ask for news of the lotus flowers and that year's
Mountain Moon
And what can I say to you
The forest fires have gone out and the winds of sadness are cold
My choked heart has finally fallen from the heights
You are still urging us, you are still telling me
Be careful we can never make a wrong move
We can never make a wrong move
There are times when you are so strict.
All the years have become
a false myth, and even if the grass is green and the flowers are blooming
it will finally fall
in the dizziness of the fall
Can anyone give me a satisfactory answer
Farewell
to you on the high ridge
If the beginning was the beginning of the world
If the beginning was the beginning of the world
We can't be sure of what we'll be.
If it was a mistake from the beginning, then why
was it so beautifully wrong
Death of the white bird
If you are the tearful archer
I'm the white bird
determined not to hide any longer
waiting for the feathered arrow to break through the air
into my broken chest
I'm not sure what to do with the arrow.
If you are the only one in this world
the only one who can hurt me
I am all the years of your youth
all the joys and sorrows you can't forget
like the last cloud
hiding in the infinite blue sky
then, let me die by your hand
like finally being able to
have a chance to die by your hand
It's a good thing that I'm here.
It's as if I can finally
die in your arms
To the wanderer
One day you'll be reading my heart by lamplight
and outside the window
the night is deep and still
It seems as if everything is over
The bustle of the youthful days
of the dust and wanderings, the mountain breezes and the ocean waves
has stopped.
The years have stopped and the years have finally grown old
Outside the window, the night fog is thick
All the sorrows and joys have flown away like butterflies, and the years will never come back
No matter how much I waited for you, I could only leave you with a thin book of poems crossroads There is nothing I can do but wait for you.
If I really loved you
I'd never forget
Of course, I'd have to
go on without moving
saying that it's a beautiful day
and the wind's soft
and that I can smile tiredly in the slanting sun
saying that life's so ordinary
and there's not much in the way of twists and turns or sorrows
and that I can only say that I'm not a man of the world
and that I don't know what to say.
But if I had loved you
I would never have forgotten
that it was at this crossroads
that the young you and I waved our hands
and parted ways
with the train of our youth
that I was a clear river
that wound around the sandbanks where you stood
that sunny summer day
with many white clouds
that we had to go back to our old life.
Afternoon with many white clouds
Your green train
Waved in the wind
Reflected in my heart
And like a gentle watercress
With a sweet ache
I look back
I'll never return
I will flow through and never see you again
I will never see you again
I know that winter will come.
I know that winter will come
And the rushes will fade
The sorrows and joys on both sides of the river will be like clouds
Leaving only the stars in the distant sky
Before it freezes over
I'll flow into the sea
And at the bottom of the dark, lonely sea
I'll remember you
And you, and you, and you
I will remember you
I will remember you
And you, and you
I will remember you.
The green train
of youth
It is not that I want to grow old like this
It's just that the night and the day keep urging me
to take you away from me
to a distance that I can't even reach anymore
The reality of the tragedy
It's not really about growing old
If it's true, it's about growing old.
If I were really old, how could I still feel the joy in my heart
when I see you again
So, when you look back hesitantly
it's not really true that I've forgotten
If I really have, then there's a softness in your eyes in the moonlight
but then again, I don't seem to have really It's not really true that I've never really forgotten. If I had thought of you like that, how could I have shaken hands and said goodbye with a smile and seen you leave me again and again
A lily of the valley
Opening quietly, a fragrant lily of the valley
Without fighting for its place in my heart. Silently opening in my heart
No one knows of its existence
Its whiteness
Only my wanderer
On the lonely road
Remembers it with a smile every now and then
Artist
You've washed my brush with your tears
So that I may paint the pools of smoky rain tonight
And the one in the heart
Which is so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful, so beautiful.
And in that fragrant corner of my heart
You carved me a lotus that will never wither
Floating life is like a dream
I love
What is real and what is empty
Where to go from here