Hurry, hurry, hurry, narrative, short ancient poems

Gift to Wang Lun. Li Bai will take a boat.

I suddenly heard the sound of singing on the shore.

The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep.

It's not as good as Wang Lun's gift to me.

Found a few songs for you.

1."Far and Near".

Gu Cheng: You, look at me for a while, and 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."The Tree by the Roadside".

Ji Yu fell in love with another tree from one tree to another.

There is a wide road in between.

The canopy of the tree cannot be touched, and the roots of the tree are difficult to touch.

His arms stretched and stretched, but he could not catch the tears she shed;

Her waist was bent and bent, and she couldn't pick up the love letters he sent.

Destined to be seen for life?

Silently bless each other ......

3."A Blossoming Tree".

How did Xi Murong let you meet me.

In my most beautiful moments.

I have been praying for this before the Buddha for 500 years.

Pray to the Buddha for us to form a relationship with the earth.

The Buddha turned me into a tree.

Grow by the side of the road that you must pass.

Flowers bloom discreetly in the sun.

The flowers are the hope of my past life.

When you approach. Please listen carefully.

That trembling leaf.

It's the enthusiasm I was waiting for.

And when you finally walk through in defiance.

Falling to the ground behind you.

Friend, that's not petals.

That's my withered heart.

4."Silent Feelings".

Wang Guozhen always has some such times.

It is for love.

only to quietly dodge.

It's the figure that dodges.

But that's the one that can't be avoided.

"Silent Feelings".

Hesitating in the moonlight.

Wandering in sleep.

Emotional things.

I often don't understand.

It's not that you don't want to love.

It's not that you don't love.

Fear of love is also a kind of harm.

Narrative poems on two walls: "Peacock Flying Southeast", "Mulan Poem".

Remembering Jiangnan (Tang) Bai Juyi.

The south of the Yangtze River is good, and the scenery is old.

The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue.

Can you not remember Jiangnan?

The Book of Poetry Cai Wei.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed.

Now I think about it, rain and snow Feifei.

Poetic: When I set out on the expedition, it was spring, and the breeze blew the tender willows. Now, on the day of return, it is a winter full of snow.

Gu Cheng: "Far and Near".

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.

The night gave me black eyes.

But I use it to find light.

Su Shi "Jiangchengzi: Ten Years of Life and Death":

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, 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.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window.

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 Matsuoka.

He groom is more Nakan, the partridge stops, and the cuckoo cuts! There is nowhere to go back to spring, and the bitter hatred of Fangfei is stopped. It is not yet reached, and the world is parted.

Immediately the pipa is closed and blackened, and the door is longer, and the green is resigned. Look at Yanyan and send it back to the concubine. The general has a reputation for a hundred battles.

To the river beam, turn back thousands of miles, the old man is extinct. The wind is cold in the west, and the seats are full of clothes like snow. is a strong man, and the sad song is not thorough.

The bird still knows that it is like a hate, and it is expected that it will cry tears and blood. Who is with me, drunk and bright moon and abandoning illness.