Brother who can compose poetry comes in, be sad, thank you

Aloneness. Huge room.

Lonely standing.

Leisurely music.

Expressing loneliness.

Lost lambs.

Brainless search.

Directions to get lost.

Pointing into the distance.

No one turned on the lights.

There is no one to guide you.

Walk repeatedly.

Never scared.

Empty heart.

There is only loneliness.

Nothing. Able to substitute.

Eternal Heart. The years are like water.

Where does it flow.

There is what kind of fashion.

How can we be demanding.

The world and the vicissitudes of life.

Never change.

I'm never ashamed to see people.

Sincerity and kindness.

Popularity. No matter what kind of clothes you wear.

It's going to be too pretty.

Silent feelings.

There are always times like this.

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.

I'm afraid, I'm afraid. Love is also a hurt.

It's enough to give me a smile.

Don't give me too much affection.

Let me give you back what I will take.

The debt of affection is the heaviest.

I can't repay it, how can I forget.

It's enough to give me a smile.

Like a glass of wine, like a soft breeze.

This is the most moving manifesto.

It's like spring, warm and elegant.

Miss. I tell you.

You say will not be forgotten.

You told me

I treasure them all, too.

For us.

Memories are days that never fall.

Never yellows.

It's always a short time to get together.

The time to look forward to is always long.

The brook of the years.

How many shiny lines of poetry to pick up.

If you miss me.

Just look at the heavens.

Twinkling stars.

I have sought you.

Eyes - light. Back.

Back. It's always simple.

Simple. It's a kind of landscape.

Back. Always young.

Young. It's a kind of clarity.

Back. Always very reserved.

Reserved. It's a charm.

Back. It's always lonely.

Alone. It's more memorable.

However, I would be more than happy.

Why should others recognize me.

As long as the road is not wrong.

Fame and fortune have always been flowers.

It's also a shackle. Whatever becomes the end.

It's always hard to get interested.

flow in the process.

There is an eternal joy.

Although, I sometimes pray.

There is a moment that makes life glorious.

However, I would be more than happy.

Let the mind be quiet and indifferent.

I know. Joy is the station of life.

Pain is the voyage of life.

I know. When your heart is heavy.

The best gift.

It is to send you a peaceful sky.

You'll be lost. will also be sober.

When the night falls.

You will feel it.

Have a pair of warm eyes.

I know. When you wipe away tears from your cheeks.

You'll have a smile on your face.

At that time, I will say to you softly.

Let's go, you see.

The acacia flowers are fragrant and the moonlight is bright.

The autumn wind ignores the sad tears, and the peach blossom tree thinks about it.

In the air, the mountains are high and snowy.

Unforgettable, the lonely forest of immortals outside the world.

In the spring breeze of the soul dream, lead the horse out of the door.

The autumn breeze is far away, and the peach source is spring.

Poems for brothers, friends:

1."Dream of Micro" Bai Juyi.

Come to the night and dream together, and you can't collect tears in the morning.

Zhangpu is sick three times, and Xianyang is eight autumns.

Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow.

Awei Hanlang went to the same time, did the night platform know at a loss?

2."Remembering the Dead Brother" Huang Yuqi.

In this world, the person who can live in this world has no body before Chinese New Year's Eve.

Brother wanted to cry and turned into a smile, and there was another spring in the white lotus flowers.

3."Remembering the Dead Brother Hong" Qi Shun.

In the dream, it is clear that when I see you, the kindness is still in life and death.

Huilian spring grass pond sentence, infinitely sad and unbearable.

4."Mid-Autumn Festival Memories of the Dead Brother" Luo Hongxian.

Geng Geng has no sleep at night, and the moon is doubly sad.

The festival is far away, and the sky is high and self-pitying.

Shadow mercy Lian Li tree, ashamed of the original poem.

If you don't encounter an elixir, you can expect an empty beam.

5."Remembering the Dead Brother's Second Rhyme" Pang Shangpeng.

Less Tanqing history by celebrities, what do you mean to cultivate the downstream.

Endure listening to sad songs and smelling the dew, and it is unbearable to get drunk in Xizhou.

There is no way to reclaim the sea, and you can be free if you have no power to return to the sky.

But I remember who spoke in the night hall, and the birds cried in the mountains.

6."Chinese New Year's Eve Feeling Nostalgia for the Dead Brother Xiangbei" Xi Ho.

On this eve last year, he walked through Zilu.

Wait for the door to enter, and sit in a pleasant place.

It is the time when the group is gathered, and the lights are divided in front of the light.

Children play around me, brushing their mustaches and pulling their clothes.

The streamer is like a turning candle, and the scenery is in season.

The pain has grown, and the clouds have become fleeting.

There are seven brothers, and half of them will return to the ruins.

The survivor and the third son, how can he return to Huangyuan.

In the original love by sex, the feeling of stroking is the same.

A hundred years is unpredictable, and a year old can be seen.

The strong son is gone, how can I be decayed?

Renri Jinling remembers his dead brother.

Wang Shizhen, Ming Dynasty

Last year, on the seventh day of the first month of the stormy month, it was still the same day as the sick. This year's Qinling is more glorious, and this day is still a success.

The bauhinia in the atrium is getting old and ugly, half green and half withered. How long can Zongqing be glorious, and the haggard invades to find relief.

Du Lingye's old sideburns star, Shuzhou people's sense of day is withering. Listening to the song, the yellow bird has wept, not to mention the wagtail crying on the branch.

"A Cut of Plums, Sacrifice to the Dead Brother", the wind swept the Qingming, the eyes were full of barren willows, the crows chirped, and the words were desolate, a wisp of light smoke was sacrificed to heaven, and it was difficult to say goodbye, tears were sprinkled with thousands of lines, and the sorrow was painful, and the intestines were broken.

Dear, this poem is a tribute to the dead brother's "Dream Micro" Bai Juyi came to dream and traveled together at night, and he couldn't collect tears in the morning. The old body of Zhangpu was sick three times, and the grass in Xianyang was cracked and round in autumn for eight times. Jun buried the mud under the spring, and I sent the snow in the world to fill my head.

Awei Hanlang went to the same time, did the night platform know at a loss?

The Peach Blossom Lake is thousands of feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun to send me love.

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

Greetings are silent poems with affection.

You and I have a friendship of fate.

If you miss a good friend, you should be a confidant.

Repentance is willing to forgive.

Chase the bright moon and remember the past.

The Joy Brothers share weal and woe.

The first word of each sentence adds up to "Happy Birthday to You".

The meaning of the poem is; There are your blessings to him, and there are also your remorse, and the next few words are to hope that he will forgive you, remember your friendship, and be brothers with you again, and share weal and woe...

Original Sunny poems and rain.

When you sing about wine, you don't see Yuyan hollow idiot.

Dancing and splashing tears, I was drunk and I didn't know it.

Mistakes are tired of self-esteem, and don't cling to things that are done.

Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

There is a sentence in the gift to Wang Lun, "The peach blossom pool is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's gift to me" It seems that there is this type in several of Li Bai's poems.

Not every emotion has to be revealed.

Not every righteous anger can be forgotten.

Not every confrontation is a break in friendship.

We are using an alternative way to interpret ambition and pride in Oak Sleepy Mountain.

Dear brothers.

Buddies scattered all over the world.

It makes people nostalgic for the drunken triumphant night that they used to drink together.

Swearing, stumbling and stumbling in the streets.

Who knows how much sadness tomorrow's separation will make us.

The inseparable tears have long been buried in a pretended free and easy way.

We don't cry.

Because we are men and men.

We have to say goodbye in a chic manner and pretend to laugh to prove our strength.

Brothers, I believe that we will all be heroes in a few years.

Wait until then to talk about righteousness.

Alone in a foreign land as a stranger, every festival is full of relatives. The remote knowledge brothers ascended to the heights, and there was one less person in the dogwood.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, the world was in turmoil, and the heroes served the country and voted for Zhuo County.

Taoyuan formed three brothers to help the poor and fight the yellow scarf.

The first attempt at the knife before the water pass, the wine was not warm and Huaxiong had been killed.

The tiger prison closed Lu Buyong, and Fang Tian painted the halberd red rabbit wind;

The heroes of the towns are difficult to stop, and only Sanying retreats from his front.

Lodge in Cao Ying about three things, Yanjin White Horse Li Qigong;

It's a pity that Yan Liangwen is ugly, and the glaive knife is ordered to turn into nothing.

Thousands of miles of riding alone to the Han Road, five passes and six generals can't stop it.

The ancient city slashed Cai Yang, and Huarong released Cao Cao.

Changsha subdued Huang Hansheng, and since then Shu Han has added wings.

I am not afraid to go to the meeting with a single knife, and I am afraid to scrape my bones to cure poison and ghosts.

The flooding of the Seventh Army shook China, how could Pang De refuse to ban it?

Wen Taowu is slightly in history, and the righteousness is thin and cloudy.

Who can tell the fame of the ages, and the people before and after the Guandi Temple chanted.

Ximen Jiqi The poem on the 4th floor is very good, it is a big spoon here in "revenge for my brother"...I am glad that the landlord has a problem, please forgive me if there is a mistake.