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Zhuo Wenjun's "Digital Poems".

After a farewell, the two places fell in love, talking about March and April, but who knew that it was five or six years. The lyre is played without intention, the eight-line book cannot be passed on, and the nine rings are broken from it. The ten-mile long pavilion is eager to wear it. All kinds of grievances, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness.

Thousands of words are endless, and boring depends on ten columns. Chongjiu ascends to see the lonely goose, and the Mid-Autumn Moon in August is not round. In July, half burned incense and candles asked the sky, in June, everyone shook my heart, in May, the pomegranate flowers were like fire, and the cold rain watered the flowers, and in April, the loquat was yellow, I wanted to be upset in the mirror, the peach blossoms in March flowed with the water, and the kite line was broken in February.

Belch! Lang Ya Lang, I wish you were a woman and I would be a man in the next life.

Eat enough for two meals a day, 1 2 Eat less for three meals in the evening, 3 Go out and move with all fours, 4 On five warm light and 6 6 Shun, 5 6 7 o'clock 8 work is busy, 7 8 until the hotel workaholic. 9

After a farewell, the two places hang on each other. Although it is March or April, who knows five or six years. The lyre is played without intention, the eight-line book has nothing to pass on, the nine rings are broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion wants to wear it.

Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness to resent. Thousands of words are endless, and boring depends on ten columns. Chongjiu ascends to see the lonely goose, and the moon is full in mid-autumn in August.

In the middle of July, I burned incense with candles and asked the sky, and in June, I was cold from shaking the fan. In May, pomegranates are like water, and they encounter gusts of cold rain to water the flowers. In April, the loquat is not yellow, and I want to be distracted by the mirror.

Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water, drifting and scattering, and the kite string is broken in February. Oh, Lang Ya Lang, I wish I would be a man for the next life, you will be a woman and I will be a man.

It is the story of Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun. Sima Xiangru has a new love after being rich, he no longer likes Zhuo Wenjun as much as before, he doesn't go home and doesn't often write to Wenjun, Wenjun wrote a letter to ask, he wrote a poem euphemistically to express his meaning, I can't find the original poem. Who knew that Zhuo Wenjun not only wrote a poem from one to ten thousand, but also wrote a poem from ten thousand to one

After a farewell, the two places are hanging each other, only said that it is March and April, and who knows that in five or six years, the lyre has no intention to play, the eight-line book has nothing to pass on, the nine links are broken from it, the ten-mile long pavilion wants to wear, a hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness to resent.

Thousands of words can not be finished, boring Lai ten columns, heavy nine climb high to see the lonely goose, the Mid-Autumn Festival in August is not round, July half burns incense and candles to ask the sky, June Futian everyone shakes my heart cold. In May, the pomegranate is like a fire, and the cold rain is watering the flowers, and the loquat is not yellow in April, and I want to be upset in the mirror. Suddenly, the peach blossoms in March turn with the water.

Drifting zero, the kite string is broken in February, oh (one)! Lang Ya Lang, I wish you were a woman and I would be a man in the next life.

I know that Sima Xiangru wrote a Then Zhuo Wenjun replied Thousands of words can not be finished, bored Lai Ten Yiliang, heavy nine climb high to see the lonely goose, August Mid-Autumn Moon is not round, July half burn incense and candles to ask the sky, June Futian everyone shakes my heart cold, May pomegranate is like fire and encounters gusts of cold rain watering flowers, April loquat is not yellow, I want to be upset in the mirror, in a hurry, March peach blossoms turn with the water.

Drifting zero, the kite string is broken in February, alas! Lang Ya Lang, I wish you were a woman and I would be a man in the next life.

Then Zhuo Wenjun replied: After a farewell, the two places are hanging each other, only saying that it is March and April, and who knows that in five or six years, the lyre is played unintentionally, the eight-line book cannot be transmitted, the nine links are broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion wants to wear it, a hundred thoughts, a thousand thoughts, and all kinds of helplessness to complain about the king.

Big brother, it should be very complete, give points, hehe, phoenix.

The night rain sends north.

Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan.

Why should he cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rains at night in Bashan", it is a happy imagination of the future reunion. The heart is full of lonely thoughts, and it can only be pinned on the future. When the poet returned to his hometown, he whispered to his wife under the window of the Westinghouse, and his love was so deep that he stayed up all night, so that the candles bore flowers.

They cut off the stamens, and there is still endless love for the separation, and the joy after the reunion is indescribable. This poem not only describes the loneliness of listening to the autumn rain in Bashan today, but also imagines the happiness and joy when we gather in the coming day. The pain of this time is intertwined with the joy of the future, and time and space change

The sky is long and the soul is far away, and the dream soul is not difficult to pass the mountain, and the Sauvignon Blanc is devastating. (Li Bai).

Yong Xueqing Zheng Xie.

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven or eight pieces, nine pieces, ten pieces, and tens of millions of pieces, all of which fall into the reeds.

"Resentful Poems" Zhuo Wenjun.

After a farewell, the two places are lovesick. I only say March and April, who knows five or six years. The lyre is played unintentionally, the eight-line book cannot be transmitted, the nine consecutive rings are broken from it, and the ten-mile long pavilion is eager to wear it. Hundreds of thoughts, thousands of thoughts, all kinds of helplessness to resent.

The full poem is as follows. Song of Long Hatred".

Bai Juyi Han Emperor is heavy on color and thinks about the country, and Yuyu has been unable to ask for it for many years.

The Yang family has a girl who has just grown up, and she is raised in the deep boudoir.

Natural beauty is difficult to give up, and once chosen on the king's side.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color.

The spring cold bathes in Huaqing Pool, and the hot spring water is slippery and creamy.

The waiter helped up the delicate and weak, and it was the time of the new inheritance.

The cloud sideburns and flowers are shaking, and the hibiscus tent is warm for the spring night.

The spring night is bitter and short, and the day is high, and the king does not rise early from then on.

There is no leisure for the Chenghuan banquet, and the spring is a special night from the spring outing.

There are 3,000 beauties in the harem, and 3,000 are pampered in one.

The golden house is dressed up as a delicate night, and the jade building feasts are drunk and spring.

Sisters and brothers are all in the land, and poor and glorious are born.

So he ordered the hearts of parents all over the world not to be born again male and female.

The high place of Li Palace enters the green clouds, and the fairy music wind is heard everywhere.

Slow singing and dancing silk bamboo, the king of the sun is not enough.

Looking back and smiling, the six palaces have no color. Song of Long Hatred".

The rain is cold and the cicadas are poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning of the break. The tent of the capital door has no clue, nostalgia, and the Lanzhou urges the inside. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, Rong was speechless. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival. Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even though there are thousands of styles, who to talk to.

1. I don't see it for a day, and I think like crazy. - Two Hans: Sima Xiangru "Phoenix Seeking Phoenix".

Translation: I didn't see her for a day, and my heart felt like I was going crazy.

2. Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it returns. - Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc: Bianshui Flow".

Translation: Missing, resentment, ** is the end? You won't stop until you return.

3. When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness. - Song Dynasty: Yan Shu "Jade Mansion Spring, Spring Hatred".

Translation: No matter how far away the world is, there will be an end of the day, only the lovesickness is endless, never stopping.

4. Xiao looks at the sky and looks at the clouds at dusk, and thinks about you when you walk, and thinks about you when you sit. - Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin's "A Cut of Plum Blossoms, Rain Hitting Pear Blossoms Deep Closed Door".

5. I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. —Song Dynasty: Li Zhiyi, "Fortune Operator, I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River".

Translation: I live at the source of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day and I can't see you, but we drink the water of the Yangtze River together.

1."Homesickness" [Song] Li Ji has hated Bishan to block, and Bishan is still covered by twilight clouds.

2."Looking at the Mountains and Jinghua with the Master Haochu" [Tang] Liu Zongyuan If you become a billion, you will scatter to the peak and look at your hometown.

3."September 9th Memories of Shandong Brothers" [Tang] Wang Wei is alone in a foreign land as a stranger, and he misses his relatives every festival.

4."Bamboo Branch" [Tang] Liu Yuxi The southerners came up to sing a song, and the northerners did not move their hometown.

5."Bu Operator, I Live at the Head of the Yangtze River" [Song] Li Zhiyi I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

Many of Li Qingzhao's poems show this. For example, "A Cut Plum": flowers float and water flows freely, a kind of lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart. Qin Guan's "Queqiao Immortal" "If the two love is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight".

Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River.

The flowers bloom on the mo, and they can return slowly.

Loneliness is because of who you miss.

When you are alone, you are not really lonely, but when you miss another person alone with a cold heart, it is the greatest loneliness, because longing makes you more lonely, and when you are lonely, your longing is more intense.

What is loneliness, loneliness is desperately trying to forget a person but always helpless to think repeatedly, the ordinary smile on the surface, seems to indicate that you are away from loneliness, but that ethereal feeling has always plagued your heart, but this is the case, want to deliberately forget, but can not think of it involuntarily.

Sometimes I ask myself: Are you lonely? Perhaps, but it doesn't seem to be at all. I like loneliness, but I am most afraid of loneliness, because the loneliness that is not shared is absolute loneliness, sometimes I am lonely, but I am not indifferent.

Loneliness or what? Loneliness is late at night, get up in the middle of the night, sit on the sofa and light a cigarette, quietly listen to your voice in the memory, in the next confusion, only the silence of the night, mixed with cranky thoughts, will be evaporated in the morning sun of the next day.

Loneliness is also the hopelessness after disappointment, the loss after sadness, the helplessness in waiting, the hesitation when you want to fight, and the confusion in continuing.

Loneliness is when you are alone and suddenly listen to Adu singing, that almost desolate and hoarse voice deeply makes you feel the feeling of being frozen to death in the cold season, so you say that this is the loneliness that really belongs to you.

Do you know what it feels like to miss a person, like drinking a glass of cold water, and then for a long, long time, one by one, condensed into tears; Do you know what it's like to forget a person, like appreciating a cruel beauty, and then telling yourself to be strong in a very small voice.

Do you know what loneliness tastes like, and who is loneliness because you miss you?

Do you know what loneliness tastes like, loneliness because you want to forget someone?

Do you want a song or a poem, I don't know much about poetry, how many songs are there, how can you make me sad.