Each person says a poem that makes you the most sentimental

Su Dongpo's "Jiangchengzi: Ten Years of Life and Death".

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short pine gang.

The voice is slow [Song] Li Qingzhao.

Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable.

When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to breathe. Three glasses and two light wines, how can he be the enemy, and the wind is in a hurry at night?

The geese have passed, and they are sad, but they are old acquaintances.

The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged, Who can pick them now?

Guarding the window, how can you be born alone in the dark!

Sycamore more and drizzle, to dusk, bit by bit.

This time, what a sad word!

I can only say one song, ah......

Uh, well, that's ......

Linjiang Immortal. The little banana is heartbroken, and the sound reminds me of the beginning. I still have old books. The small characters of the mandarin duck still remember that the hands are unfamiliar.

Tired eyes are low and confused, and half of the re-viewing is blurry. The dark window is cold and rainy, and the light is lonely. It is expected that the situation should be exhausted, but is there any affection?

Nalan's ......Because it fits the mood very well, it feels very ......In fact, there are many ......But you only need one ......

Jinse. Li Shangyin.

Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian.

Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring.

There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

Magnolia", Nalan Rongruo.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan. Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain were not complained. How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

The love mound gives birth to a single vine, and it is desolate.

Ask the world, what is love, and teach life and death to promise. The south and the north of the world are double flyers, the old wings have been cold and hot several times, happy and fun, parting bitterly, and there are more crazy children in the middle. You should have a saying, Thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, to whom does the shadow go?

Hengfen Road, lonely, when the drums were drummed, the smoke was still flat, the soul was summoned, the ghosts were crying, the wind and rain, the sky was also jealous, the unbelieving and the warblers and swallows were all loess, and the eternal years were left to wait for the sao people, singing and drinking, and visiting the Yanqiu. This is the story of a pair of wild geese who were shot by hunters, one was shot dead, and the other survived, but for a long time he was reluctant to leave his partner's body, hovering in the air, howling, and finally throwing himself to his death. Yuan Haowen is more subtle, and he is also a person with a temperament, animals can still be like this, how can people be embarrassed?

Nong is burying flowers and laughing idiots, who does he know when he buries Nong?

The funeral flowers are already desolate, and now I don't know what my life will be".

Are you going to Scarborough Market?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Please say hello to one of the people who live there on my behalf.

He used to be my true love.

Tell him to make me a linen garment.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Do not use needles and threads, and you can't find seams.

Then, he will be my true love.

Tell him to find me an acre of land.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Right between the saltwater and the sea.

Then, he will be my true love.

Tell him to reap with a leather sickle.

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

and gathered together and tied into a bunch with heather.

Then, he will be my true love.

Are you going to Scarborough Market?

Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme.

Please say hello to one of the people who live there on my behalf.

He used to be my true love.

"Zeguo entered the war map, and the people were happy to be happy. Relying on the king's words to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither.

It is rumored that the First World War was full of sorrow, and the strong troops on both sides of the strait have not stopped. Whoever says that Cangjiang is always fine, and there has been a long blood struggle recently. ”

1. Throughout his life, we are only for.

system to find the person who was lost in the first place.

bai2,.

Probably du is my heart dwells desolate, so

No one has ever been to the DAO.

3. When you meet me, I am already a person who has been polished by life3.

4. No one thinks I'm sick, they just think I'm thinking too much.

5. Get used to it, it's a very powerful phrase, it can replace all the hard words.

6. When I was a child, I was afraid of ghosts and thought they were hideous and terrifying; When they grow up, they are afraid of people, even if they are well-dressed.

7. If I hadn't deliberately looked in the mirror, I wouldn't have believed that this person with no light in his eyes and a face full of vicissitudes would be me.

"Spider" The spider trapped in the web**, the spider who has lost its direction is old, and it can't catch up with you because it has no wings, quietly waiting for death.

has been together for 12 years, but I don't know that Mulan is a girl. - Mulan Ci".

Sauvignon Blanc

Draw the bridge to the east. Draw the bridge west.

There is no Yi in the middle of nowhere.

Sad color stained stream.

Liu Yiyi. The shadow is bleak.

The shadows of the trees shook the cold moon and low.

When will it be available!

I'll do it, in fact, I wrote it down when I was sad, I hope you like it.

Yulou Chun is far away from hatred, and his heart is in turmoil, and the ethereal lonely shadow is getting farther and farther away. When does the peach and plum spring breeze rest? There is no reason to break the tears and sorrows.

The feelings are late, and the face is haggard and dark. In the past, I was tired of a glass of wine, but tonight I only hate the shallow in the cup.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, she was in a hurry, and she had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the wind in the evening.

Rouge tears leave people drunk, when is it heavy, and it is often hated in life.

Li yu.

Butterfly love flower to the green poplar once folded, silently hanging the whip, stepping all over the Qingqiu Road. The withered grass has no clue, and the sound of geese is far away to Xiao Guan.

I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, I only hate the west wind, and I dream of the present and the ancient. Tomorrow's journey is still a little bit, and the clothes are in a new cold rain.

The mountain flower seed forest is barren and mossy Dao Yun's family, and the jade bones are pitiful and dusty. There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number is returned to the crow.

Half a lifetime of duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain burial flowers. The soul is the willow that blows and wants to break, around the end of the world.

Qingping Le is poignant, and the bleak Yellow Flower Festival. The sound of the anvil in the dream has not stopped, and it is even more chaotic and sad.

The dusty swallow is empty, and the head of the bed is left. The same wind and waning moon, and now it is touching and worrying.

The wind and rain are sideburns, but it is uncertain. Tired of leaning on the magnolia to see the moon halo, it is easy to speak low and fragrant.

The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart period is at the end of the world. Since then, the spring has been sad and farewell, and the dusk is only for the pear blossoms.