Standing on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, eerily born in the sky.
Grass color, smoke and light in the residual illumination, no words who will be able to rely on the appendage intention?
It's a good idea to get drunk, and to be able to drink and sing, and to have a good time.
It is not regrettable that the clothes are getting wider and wider, and the people are emaciated for you.
The Song of the Four Seasons of the Night
The autumn wind enters the window, and the robe flutters.
Looking up at the bright moon, I send my love to the light of a thousand miles.
The Bamboo Branch Lyrics (I) (Tang) Liu Yuxi
The willow is green and the river is horizontal, and I hear the sound of Lang Lang singing on the river.
The sun rises in the east and rains in the west.
Bu Suan Zi (Song) Li Zhi Yi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end.
Day by day, I think of you, but I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.
How long will this water last, and when will this hatred end?
I wish your heart was like mine, and I would never forget it.
Superior Evil (Han) Lefu Folk Song
Superior Evil I want to know you, and live a long life
Mountains have no mountains, and the river is exhausted by winter thunder, summer rain and snow
Heaven and earth are united, and I dare to be united with you
Magpie Bridge Immortal (Song) Qin Guan
The delicate clouds play with coquettishness, and the flying stars transmit hatred.
The first time we meet in the golden wind and jade dew, it is better than countless other things on earth.
The love is like water, the good time is like a dream, and I can't bear to look at the magpie bridge and return to the road.
If two lovers are in love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and in the evening?
She Folk Songs of the Qing Dynasty
Lang lives in one township and sister in another, and the mountain is high and the water is deep and the road is long;
One day the mountain and the water will change, and I hope that the two townships will become one township.
The bird that flies is not afraid of heights, and the sister who loves each other is not afraid of knives;
For the sake of pairing up the bird with the winged bird, we will live together and die together.
Parasitic grass, a folk song of the Qing Dynasty
I want to write a love letter, but I don't know how to read, I'm so annoyed, I can't do it! I can't help but draw a few circles as a token. I'm not sure if I can tell you how much I've suffered, but I'm sure I can tell you how much I've suffered.
Wang Jian (Tang Dynasty)
Watch your husband's place, the river is long, turned into a stone, never look back.
The winds and rains come back day after day on the mountain, and the stone should speak to the pedestrians when they return.
Bu Suan Zi Answer Shi (Song) Le Wan
Thoughts of love are like the depth of the sea, and old stories are as far away as the sky.
The tear drops of thousands and thousands of rows make me even more sad.
If you want to see it, you can't, but it's hard to.
If you have not had a relationship in a previous life, then you will have to renew your wish for the next life.
The love affair (Li Ye)
It is said that the sea is deep, but not half as deep as the love affair.
The sea has an end, but the love of each other has no shore.
When I went up to the tallest building with my violin, the building was full of moonlight.
Playing the song of love, the strings are broken.
Dreaming of South River (Tang) Wen Tingyun
After freshening up, I leaned alone on the tower looking at the river. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it to the next stage of my life.
After the sunshine, the water is so long that it breaks the white beans and peas island!
Yesterday Revisited
- For Woo Woo
I began to try to recount yesterday, when the earth tilted to the southeast after a heavy snowfall
and a lot of things couldn't be changed
In the winter of 2003, the girls in the classroom across the street rehearsed a dance
They tried to get off the ground, over and over again.
They were trying to get off the ground, taking to the air again and again
Like a flock of proud white doves. I think of their tomorrows, if they are still here tomorrow -
like a train traveling across the plains, the poplars flickering on either side
I see my own dull face, the signs of age aging me prematurely
If fate has left anything behind, if it is yesterday again
If fate has left anything behind Something, if again yesterday
I take my hand in tears ...... Let the flowers return to the branches
Let a word be spoken. And the heart of your city and mine
are connected by a railroad, which slightly speeds up the pain
such as one snowy day in the winter of 2003, when things of the past resurfaced
great memories shivered down the sky, white with thoughts
You recuperated in an empty city, and I was in another city
Saw them leaping, like getting life's mojo like a great comfort in life
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Silence of the Lambs
-- For Green
I have seen the sheep, I have seen them shivering in the cold wind
with alert and timid eyes
staring at me, making me bashful
making me feel excluded
facing them
I am alone
they lie there, submissive to life
sometimes I've seen the stupefied head goat
shedding tears, looking at me with familiar eyes
so kind
as if it were my confidant in a former life
as if it were about to speak to me
now
I too would sit in silence with my friend until dawn
smoking desperately and not saying a word
getting up and leaving contentedly at the break of day
and flicking a butty
far up into the sky
The great similarity of fate, when I stand with a sheep
I too speak with a trembling voice
I too bow my head
To be stroked by predestination
Feeling life's bliss and woe
For you I don't want to say too much
The lamb's timid feet
A little bit Back off
When you opened the fence and led me out
Scolding me while saying
Good boy
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A Man's River
- For Porcelain
To live like this, and to Suffer the many fates
Can you embrace me once more
Shedding tears again. One's Valentine's Day
Burning passion, not a single match for warmth
How I wish you all were happy, how I wish you
were all happy. The human world is a few pale crow cries
When you stood alone on the platform -
like a fluffy-feathered fledgling, I couldn't help but cower and choke
I won't let you see. 1981 I shouted madly along the road
My dismal childhood scars, a self-absorbed child standing in the
Corner of the wall, constantly chewing paper-
So bitter and sour huh, like the taste of the whole sky ......
Just live, and embrace for warmth
Let each other's thorns deep into the flesh. I watched you fall into a deep sleep
Like a child, a rib removed by whoever
A burst of pain in my chest, and all things on earth went astray
The arc of the wires hanging low in the cold, the weight of life
Can't be grasped. Lonely happiness in one's Valentine's Day
The cold and warmth of one's river of self-sufficiency ...... the great span of the soul
Wasted youthful years, the lonesome plains under the starlight
Kissing you one more time, and just living heh
Just getting drunk and crying in pain outside the station
Remembering that there was once a pair of hands clasped together, there was once a pair of arms
holding each other, there was once a pair of eyes silently shedding tears
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The bright moon in the western mountains
-- To the predecessor of the bright moon
The sound of falling trees, echoing in the empty silence
Grass, dark shadows
In the cracks in the maple branches, the deep clear sky
What falls, striking down the wooden leaves
Lightly
Mist
Stone shines, stone lightens
Little by little, it leaves the ground
Drawing water
Transparent wings on the moss
What's left unlit-
Thin gold spreads over the mountain ranges, and the woods are silent
And the mountains are sinking slowly, upward
The wide starry skies, clear and asphalt-like, are solidified
Pine needles pile up
A full moon shines on the western mountains
Bright rivers, villages
Soundly sleeping human youth, the gods walk by with their lamps
What is left unsaid
All the tired bodies, the sighs of woe
Getting excused, like a pair of hands
Placed on a wound
A water lily bares itself
Too much human sorrow, too many earthly tears
When a bright moon hangs in the sky
Everything trembles, caresses the chest
Frosty flames quiver, the sound of nuts cracking
Like a sentence, like an easy
promise
Tears are in the air
I'm trying to go without thinking of you
Really
If there is a window in my memory
I'll close it
until you open it
I'd rather hide in the dark
and dream alone
than have your shadow
around me
that's so far from home
that's so far away
If I could stop the pain
losing my memory
would be a cure for the pain
It's true that sometimes I
don't want to hurt you
It's just that I don't want to
make you sad
My heart is so
crawling with guilt worms
biting at my nerves
I just want you to love me more
Isn't it true that when you're in love
it's all over the place
Do you know
My heart is broken like
a sky full of stars
I know
I know.
Love sometimes needs to be understood
and even more so, it needs to be borne
All the truths about love
I will understand
It's just that in the years of love
there were times when I was
more like a little child
simply wanting
your love for me
when I was childlike
Can you be gentle and considerate
Instead of turning away
Finally understand the meaning of love
Not to live in memories
But to really have it
More so
Holding hands and whiteheads
In yesterday's warm light
Your gentleness is like a sharp knife
Your love for me is more like a small child. sharp knife
gently cut through my body
leaving sweet scars
Today's season of lovesickness
I am swallowing
infinite thoughts of you
in this prosperous spring
taste of your warmth
used to soothe me a thousand times
thinking about your heart
Today, I will not be able to stop thinking about you
in this spring
three days.
When we meet again tomorrow, let's hold each other tightly
Don't ever part again
Don't ever leave me alone
Don't ever let my thoughts drown me again
Don't ever let me shed tears in the sky
I'm willing
I'm willing to be with you for the rest of your life
Whether you're young
or gray in hair
I just want to hold your hand
No matter what the cost
I'm willing to give
all I have
behind you
Silently love you
For the rest of my life
Let's make a pact
OK
I know
How much you touch me.
And I know
how much you mean to me
Every word you say
waves
in my heart
wave after wave
So, so, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please. Cherish every inch of our time together
I know
sometimes how much I've lost you
I know that occasionally
I've made you feel
helpless to me
just that you wouldn't know
in my mind
that all the things that I've done
have made you feel like you've never seen me before.
How incomprehensible
how confusing
things seem to you
My intention is
I hope you don't give too much because of me
Loving someone
may be
No reason is needed
May be Just because
there is a part of my heart that no one else can
touch
but you
have played the music of love
in the most beautiful memories of my life
Dickey <<Poetry>>
The green dickey, leisurely my heart. Even if I don't go, will the son not heir to the sound?
The green dickey is a long time in my thoughts. If I don't go, will the son not come?
They are in the city, in the city, in the city. I have not seen you for a day, but I have seen you for three months.
Shangxie Han Lefu
Shangxie! I want to know you well, and live a long life without ceasing to decay.
Mountains have no mountains, rivers are exhausting, thunder vibrates in winter, rain and snow in summer, heaven and earth are united, and I dare to be separated from you!
Phoenix - The Song of the Zither Unknown
There is a beautiful woman, and I will never forget her. If you don't see her for a day, you'll think of her like a madman.
The phoenix soars, the four seas seek the phoenix. But I can't help it, I'm not on the east wall.
It is a good idea to play the piano instead of speaking, so that you can write about your feelings. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get through this," he said.
Wish I had the right words to match my virtues, so I could join hands with you.
What is this?
Love of each other, Wang Wei
How many red beans grow in the south? I wish you would pick them more often, for they are the most lovesick.
Title "South Village of the Capital City" by Cui Gu
Last year today, in this gate, the peach blossoms of the human face reflected each other's red color. The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.
Li Shangyin's Untitled
Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painted building, the east side of the Guitang Hall.
Without the wings of a colorful phoenix, the heart has a spiritual rhinoceros.
The wine was warmed by the hooks on the other side of the table, and the wax lamps were red.
Listening to the drums and listening to the officials, I went to Lantai, where the horses were turned around.
The Bamboo Branch Lyrics by Liu Yuxi
The willow is at the level of the river, and I hear the sound of singing on the river. The sun rises in the east and rains in the west, but there is no clear sky.
Jin Se Li Shangyin
Jin Se has fifty strings, one string and one column, thinking of Chinese years.
Li Shangyin (李商隐)
锦瑟 李商隐锦瑟無端五十弦，一弦一柱思华年。The moon in the ocean has tears in its eyes, the sun in the blue field has smoke in its eyes. This love can be recalled, but it was already lost at that time. We are more than ten thousand miles away from each other, each at the end of the world. The road is long, the meeting is safe and sound.
The horses of the Hu Hu are in the north wind, and the birds of the Yue are in the south branch. The days are long gone, and the days are slow. The clouds are covering the sun, and the wanderer is not looking back.
Thinking of you makes me old, and the years are already late.
Jing Daughter <<Poetry>>
Jing Daughter is a beautiful woman, who is waiting for me at the corner of the city. I love her, but I don't see her, and I'm stumbling.
The woman is a beautiful girl, and she has given me a pipe. The first time I saw her was when I was a little girl, and she was a little girl.
Since the pastoral catkin, the beauty and the difference. The beauty of the catkin is the beauty of the beauty of the woman.