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Men go to see "Caigen Tan", and women go to see "Nalan Ci".

Reminiscing about the past. Flip through the faded diary.

Take a look at the past that is hard to let go.

Think about who you are now.

There seems to be a bit of hysteria.

In the face of youth.

Hazy vivid memories one after another.

Finally, I looked forward to the fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Your long hair my morning light.

In the early morning mist.

I vaguely see you in the past.

The parting of the reunion.

As far away as a dream dyed by the setting sun.

Will we ever meet again?

What was once is forever forgotten and cherished.

Encounter the beautiful and desolate past.

I don't know how to read your heart.

Silent shouts.

You can't save yourself from endless meditation.

It has to do with love, and it has an affair with loneliness.

When the twilight is as ethereal as a green veil, there is a fragrance called acacia spreading, and the body is quietly blooming in anticipation.

I also thought that love itself has nothing to do with happiness.

It's just that... Who can say clearly about love?

When I am lonely and chattering, I can only ignite loneliness in my thoughts.

When kapok blooms in spring, who will remember its existence - cherish the people around you?

On this island of love, even when looking through the colors, love and hate have long since ceased to linger, and everything is so easy to give to time.

Even if it is crippled, it is difficult to tie it up, but it is equally grateful to God for giving him the opportunity to be happy.

Someone will always leave first. If giving up is a perfect beauty, it is not impossible to do it for the sake of the person you love.

It's brave to let go first.

At a time when he is about to take off his earthly outfit and become a happy elf. The feeling of longing moistened my eyes again.

Smell the fragrance of love again, and be burned by thoughts again.

Then fly away with the wind without any worries!

This is the bravest season.

Li Shangyin's "Jin Se".

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.

Prose: Ke Ling's "Local Complex" and "Lane" are very good.

Poetry: Dai Wangshu's "Rain Alley" is very beautiful, Shu Ting's "To the Oak Tree".

Haizi's "Facing the Sea, Spring Blossoms" is very good.

Bi Shumin's is very good, and every poetry collection is good.

Ruffian Cai's "Raincoat" is very delicate and touching.

Yangchun Budeze, all things are glorious - Han Yuefu ancient words "Long Song Xing" I don't know who cut out the thin leaves, the spring breeze in February is like scissors Tang He Zhizhang "Yongliu" Tianjie light rain is as moist as crisp, and the grass color is close but no. The most is the benefit of a year's spring, and it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital - Tang Hanyu's "Early Spring Chengshui Zhang Eighteen Members Outside" three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the prophet of the plumbing duck in the spring river. --Song Su Shi, "Hui Chong Chunjiang Evening Scene Two Songs".

The four seasons are endowed with spring rain, spring flowers, spring romance, summer and summer, summer heat, autumn wind, autumn moon, autumn fruit, winter snow, winter plum, winter cold.

I saw you in my previous life, in Chang'an, the city was full of white pear blossoms.

The wind of the Tang Dynasty blew gently, and a team of messengers from Tufan came to greet their Bodhisattva.

But I took the soldiers and set off for Loulan.

Captured the Yanzhi and returned the killing of the Yanzhi, the majestic Potala under the sun, the golden iron horse drunk and lying on the yellow sand, and the passing glory in the Xiaozhao Temple.

Your smile melts into Everest, and my soul is buried in Nianqing Tanggula.

Drunk lying on the yellow sand, the residual wine is dripping around, dripping, and the prosperity of a thousand years of dreams is gone.

Drip, drip.

It is the apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River that the spring rain has been falling.

At the end of the alley, a new cup of tea was brewed, and the owner bowed his head and wrapped around her handkerchief silently, even if this life was still separated by the end of the world, she was willing to leave a home for his soul.

Far away in the old capital, he wandered around, watching the swallows flying chicly, a touch of colorful glow in the west, and a little more concern in his footsteps.

Time is the white horse passing by the door, I hand over my fate to Lu Shena, who does not speak, and I only wish that my three lives in the next life will be transformed into a lotus flower in front of the Buddha with you.

I think this poem is good!

When life is not successful, the heart will be more depressed and painful, at this time people are easy to think more, think about their own things and the things around them, see what is easy to associate with themselves, sigh, talk is better than nothing. At this point, words become a way to vent.

If life is going well, official luck is prosperous, of course, every day is busy ushering in, dealing with affairs, swaying their ambitions, ** have time to chew words, express their feelings?

It may be that when he was successful, he was confused by the momentary glory and wealth, fame and fortune and other external objects, and when he was down, he may have experienced many things, which made him see through life or get closer to the hard life of the people at the bottom, which is more profound when he writes it.

Life is unwilling, and the surroundings are deserted, so that the poet can see through the vanity around him and transform his soul. In this case, only by thinking quietly can we make a big move.

Because people who are frustrated in their careers are more idle, they can attach all their feelings to the poems when they are depressed, so that the writing has been exercised and the mood has been expressed. Moreover, if the official is famous, the superior leaders, the emperor's relatives and relatives will often come up with propositions for them to write, but the works that should be made are not as wonderful as the works that come to them. People who are unwilling can also fantasize about what they can do if they become officials, just say that, anyway, only God knows whether they can do it or not.

See ground floor.

Refer to Sima Qian's "Book of Reporting to Ren'an".

Unwilled and depressed, depressed in the middle and outward, the text of true temperament can naturally make people feel "good"!

It is the same principle to be stimulated, to be ashamed and courageous.

For example, King Wen acted in "Zhou Yi"; Zhong Nieu's "Spring and Autumn"; Qu Yuan's exile is endowed with "Lisao"; Zuo Qiu Ming is blind and has "Chinese"; Sun Tzu's bare feet, the art of war is cultivated; Do not move to Shu, and pass on "Lu Lan".

The text of the wind and snow, the fast forgetting, the lack of motivation, the meaning of self-motivation.

The same is true for the YY literati who entertain themselves.

This is not necessarily, they are mainly motivated by some kind of factor, such as wanting to retake the imperial examination!!

The official luck is prosperous, who is going to write?