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Love Network Love River" fire.

There is a river. I tried to get over.

Instead, they fell deeper and deeper.

There is a net. I tried to pass.

But you can't get rid of the inextricable crush complex.

I like you deeply.

But I don't know how to say it to you.

You are ice, I am fire".

Raging fire. Who is indifferent to your mood.

So that you are no longer gentle.

Who is draining your enthusiasm.

Makes you so cold.

It was that cold day.

It was that lonely night.

Breaks your heart.

Facing a warm morning sun.

Ice burst into tears.

Loves ice. It will be turned into a blazing fire.

Ice will be as tender as water.

The First Experience of Love

Raging fire. Can't resist the impulse of youth.

I miss you. Miss you.

Can't hold back your heartbeat.

Your eyes. Your eyebrows.

The fragrance of your soft hair.

You smile shyly.

Hand in hand. Just to read your body temperature.

Peer. Maybe it's the smell of a crush on you.

Sunflower Flowers" Agni.

The sun is rising.

Inextricably linked warmth.

Sunflowers writhe feminine body.

Facing the sun, it opened shyly.

The sun shines on the sunflowers.

The feeling of warmth is so beautiful.

The sun is in the sky. Sunflowers follow each other.

It was late at night. It's beautiful to wait.

Swallowtail Butterfly "Agni.

I'm a butterfly.

Pursue an alternative love.

Swallows are flying. I chased it desperately.

It doesn't matter if she hurts me or not.

Crying in the dark night, Southern Tang] Li Yu.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong,

Too hurried, helpless towards the cold rain and late wind.

Rouge tears, stay drunk, when is it heavy,

Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.

Note] This tune was originally a Tang Jiaofang song, also known as "Seeing Joy", "Autumn Night Moon", and "Going to the West Building". Thirty-six characters, the upper piece of flat rhyme, the lower piece of two rhymes and two flat rhymes.

Tse: Wither. Rouge tears: Refers to the tears of a woman. The woman's face was stained with rouge when tears flowed through her cheeks, so it was cloudy.

When is the weight: When will we meet again.

Brief Analysis] This word places the infinite hatred of life frustration in the depiction of the remnants of late spring, and is a model work of instant lyricism. The beginning sentence "Lin Hua thanked Chunhong", that is, the author's feelings of sadness and cherishing flowers; And the continuation of "too hurried" strengthens this feeling of cherishing flowers in spring. The mess is red, and the spring is in a hurry; And the author's spring of life has long been hurried away, leaving only a disabled spring heart and a broken spring dream.

Therefore, the emotion of "too hurried" is certainly for the speed of the withering of the forest flowers, but it also combines the sigh that life is short and the days are numbered, and contains the author's rational thinking about the process of life? The sentence "Helpless cold rain and late wind" points out that the reason why Lin Hua hurriedly thanked Gong was the wind and rain, and the early death of the author's spring of life was not also because of too much wind and rain? Therefore, this sentence is also both a sigh and a self-sigh.

Helpless, full of unwillingness to be destroyed by external forces and self-hatred and powerlessness to change the ecological environment. The three sentences of "rouge tears" are changed to anthropomorphic pen and ink to express the feelings of attachment and parting between the author and Lin Hua. Here, on the one hand, there is a frustrated person who was born in the last days and handed over the canopy, and on the other hand, there is a flower of interpretation that is no longer in its heyday and the red fragrance is broken.

Rouge tears", the sentence "Lin Hua thanked Chunhong" on the previous film, is changed from Du Fu's poem "Qujiang to the Rain" "Lin Hua is wet with rain and rouge". The forest flower is the wind to invade and bully, and the red shark Xiao (the left should be next to the fish), like rouge. "Rouge tears", this is also called.

But the flower has no tears, in fact, the author who is accustomed to "looking at things with me" empathizes with him and personifies him - the author's life has changed, crying blood without tears, and he is not like rouge? "Stay drunk", a "stay drunk", flowers are pitiful, and people also cherish flowers; When the tears are facing each other, it is difficult to distinguish whether people leave flowers or flowers keep people. With the word "drunk", he writes each other's drunken and obsessed with each other, and the mood of being reluctant to give up is extremely expressive, and "when is it heavy" calls out the common hope of people and flowers and the melancholy and confusion of knowing that their hopes cannot be realized.

The concluding sentence "Since people grow and hate the water", it is beneficial to see the sadness in one go. "Human Hatred" seems to be not only an expression of frustration, but also covers the shortcomings of life shared by the entire human race, and is a kind of sigh that integrates and condenses countless painful life experiences.

The water threshold sends the heart to Guo Xuanying, and there is no village to look at credit.

Chengjiang is flat and less bank, and the secluded trees are late and flowery.

The drizzle of fish comes out, and the breeze swallows slanting.

There are 100,000 households in the city, and there are two or three here.

It often rains at night in Shu, and the river threshold has sunny.

Ye Runlin is dense, and the clothes are dry and the pillow is clear.

It's unbearable to be old and sick, how can it still be famous.

A shallow trickle of wine, a deep gift of this life.

Linjiang Immortal After the dream, the building is locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up. When the spring hatred came last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts flew together.

I remember the first time Apple met, and the two hearts were Luo Yi. The pipa strings say that acacia, when the bright moon was there, and the clouds returned.

The voice is slow, love is slow, and it is slowly cold.

Slowly lost trust.

Used to think you were everything.

My heart slowly hurts and slowly colds.

Slowly scratched the scars.

Now the aftertaste hurts all night.

Slowly lose sensation.

Slowly, slowly, in the past, you flew with me.

But who will be in the future.

The wind of longing passed through the night.

Memories are the most sassing drunk.

Tears of regret will be resolved in time.

If you love it, you won't regret it.

I shut my mind and locked up the night.

Allow the pain to subside slowly.

Slowly, slowly, slowly.

Drunken flowers and yin, misty clouds, sad water, day, Rui brain gold beast.

The festive season is chongyang, the jade pillow yarn kitchen, the middle of the night is cool and the beginning is penetrating.

After dusk, there is a dark fragrance on the sleeves.

Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

A cut of plum, red lotus root, residual jade autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone.

Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.

Flowers float and water flow freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows.

There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

Yuan Zhen's "Tea" pagoda poem:

Tea. bay leaves, young shoots.

Mu Shike, love monks.

Grinding white jade, weaving red yarn.

Cho front astragalus color, tactful curl dust flowers.

Before and after, he was invited to accompany the bright moon, and he was ordered to face the morning glow before the morning.

Wash away the ancient and modern people tirelessly, and you will know how embarrassing it is to get drunk.

Grape wine luminous glass, want to drink the pipa immediately urge. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Mo smiled, and a few people returned to fight in ancient times", the most famous poem about wine in ancient China is the Tang Dynasty Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci", the grape wine in the luminous cup sets off the tragedy of "drunk lying on the battlefield" and the conquest of no return.

Seiko E. Su shi.

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 lines of tears, and it is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short Matsuoka.

Wang wei. Farewell to the South".

The middle-aged man is quite good, and his late home is in the south of the mountains. Every time you go alone, you know what you are winning. Go to the poor place of the water, and sit and watch the clouds rise. Occasionally, Lin Suo, talk and laugh without a repayment date.

Southern Tang Dynasty] Li Yu.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong,

Too hurried, helpless towards the cold rain and late wind.

Rouge tears, stay drunk, when is it heavy,

Since people grow and hate water, they grow up.

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1, "Far and Near" (Gu Cheng).

You, look at me for a while, look at the clouds for a while.

I feel that when you look at me, you are far away, and when you look at the clouds, you are close.

2, "Accidental" (Xu Zhimo).

I am a cloud in the sky, projected by chance in the heart of your waves.

You don't need to be surprised, let alone rejoice, to be wiped out in an instant.

You and I meet on the sea of night, you have yours, I have mine, direction;

It's better for you to remember, it's better for you to forget, the lights that shine on each other at this rendezvous!

3, "Mistake" (Zheng Chouyu).

I hit Jiangnan and walked through.

The face in the season is like the blossoming of a lotus flower.

The east wind does not come. The catkins in March do not fly.

Your heart is like a little lonely city.

Just like the bluestone street is late.

The trampling sound is silent. The spring of March is not revealed.

Your heart is a little window closed.

My Dada's hooves are beautiful mistakes.

I am not a returner, but a passerby.

4, "Alley" (Gu Cheng).

Alley. It's curved and long.

There are no doors. There are no windows.

I'll take an old key.

Knocking on a thick wall.

5, "Weight" (Han Han).

She put the bloody head on the scales of life, so that all the survivors lost their weight. 6, "Arc" (Gu Cheng).

Birds in the wind.

Turn quickly. The boy went to pick it up.

One cent. Grapevines due to fantasy.

And the extended filaments.

The waves retreated.

And the towering back.

7, "Far Away" (Sanmao).

How far away is it?

Please, please tell me, to the ends of the earth, is it far?

Ask your heart, as long as it promises, there is no place, it will not be so far.

8, "Homesickness" (Yu Guangzhong).

Hours. Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm on this end. Mother is over there.

When I grow up. Nostalgia is a narrow ticket.

I'm on this end. The bride is on that end.

Later, heh. Homesickness is a low grave.

I'm out there. Mother is inside.

And now. Nostalgia is a shallow strait.

I'm on this end. The continent is on that end.

9, "Choice" (Xi Murong).

If I come to the world.

Just to be with you once.

Just for that moment in billions of light years.

In a flash, all the sweetness and sadness there.

Then let everything happen.

It's all in an instant.

I bow down and thank all the planets for their help.

Let me meet you.

Farewell to you. Completed a poem made by God.

And then slowly age.

10, "Hope" (Xi Murong).

Actually, I'm looking forward to it.

It's just a moment.

I never asked you to give it to me.

Your whole life. If only you could be on a hillside full of gardenias.

Meet you if you can.

Deeply loved once and then parted.

So long a lifetime.

No, it's just, it's just.

When looking back. That short moment.

Straw Hats A small hole in the straw hat.

It's me who gives the sun.

Door after door opened.

You see the sun coming down.

They mischievously stepped on my shadow.

My shadow left their footprints.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

She is. The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, grieving in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

She wandered in this lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Walking silently, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She approached silently.

Approached, cast again.

She floated by with a breath-like gaze.

Like a dream, like a dream, as sad and confused.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, beside me, floated the girl;

She quietly went away, far away, to the crumbling hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath, the melancholy of the lilacs.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

Lingering in a long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove like that.

A girl with a grudge.

Broken Chapter - Bian Zhilin.

You stand on the bridge and look at the view, and the people watching the view are looking at you from upstairs.

The bright moon decorates your windows, and you decorate other people's dreams.

Life can actually be a poem.

If you can let me move slowly.

Quietly looking forward to searching.

With a deepening twilight.

After the quagmire of the unknowable.

In the dark clouds.

Finally shed tears for all.

Missed or not missed encounters.

In fact, life can always become a poem in the end.

After the pouring rain.

My heart will be purified.

If you're willing to wait.

All the clouds that float erratically.

Eventually, it will all become a river.