Seek beautiful lyrical ancient verses

Tenderness is like water, and the best period is like a dream. If the love between the two is long, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

There are a lot of them in Liu Yong's "Yulin Bell".

If life is only as first seen, what is the west wind sad fan.

At that time, it was just ordinary.

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.

I can't wake up.

Neither is it a dream for many years.

The spring waves under the sad bridge are green, and they were once shocked.

The mountains surround the old country, and the tide hits the empty city and is lonely.

The heart is like a double wire net, and there are thousands of knots in it.

The willows are green and the river is level, and the singing sound on the Lang River is heard. The sun in the east and the rain in the west, and the road is sunny but sunny.

Plantains do not spread clove knots.

The same spring breeze is worried.

Looking back at the Luoxiao River in Gaocheng, the windows of the long pavilion are microwaved. Narcissus wants to go to the carp, and there are many red tears in the night of hibiscus.

Your scope is too large, and I don't want to write more.

There should be no hatred, and nothing will be done to say goodbye. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny, and this matter is difficult to complete.

The crowd looked for him, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim lamp.

The moon is born on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

There are sad poems as well.

The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground, raising his head to look at the bright moon and looking down at his hometown.

At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.

Flowers float and water flows freely, a kind of lovesickness and two kinds of leisure.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Suddenly looking back, the man was in the light.

In the depths of this feeling, the red note is colorless.

Life is a lover, and this matter is not about the wind and the moon.

Helplessly, the flowers fell, and the familiar swallow returned.

Affectionate parting since ancient times.

Only then did he frown, but he was on his heart.

The dream soul is used to no inspection, and he stepped on the Yanghua to cross the Xie Bridge.

Lin Hua thanked Chunhong, too hurried.

A cloud of smoke and rain is at your disposal.

Qingqingzi groaned, and my heart was leisurely.

Looking for and seeking, cold and lonely, miserable and miserable.

Why worry about life, flick your fingers and wave your fingers.

It's another window light and two sad people.

Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed.

I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my thoughts.

Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it returns, and the bright moon people lean on the building.

Gathering and scattering are in a hurry, and this hatred is endless.

This year's flowers are better than last year's red. It's a pity that next year's flowers will be better, and I know who to share them.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except for Wushan is not a cloud, take the second flower bush lazy review, half of the path of cultivation and half of the king.

Gather and disperse in a hurry. This hatred is endless.

It's hard to say goodbye when you meet. The east wind is powerless.

Urging the years, the old water knows where.

This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

If life is only as first seen, what is the west wind sad fan.

Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

That's enough -

Lyrical poetry is beautiful:

1. The weeping poplar blows the green water, shaking the east wind year. Socks - Li Bai's "Folding Willows".

2. Xianmen to the mountain road, deep willow reading hall. ——Liu Yanxu's "Que Title".

3, how Chong Hu died and hated the country, all in Dajiangdong! - Qu Dajun's "Moling".

4. If you ask the old Weichuan, you would rather invite Xiangye Tong. - Li Bai's "The Return of the Upper Circle".

5. Remembering Pihogos, guarding the frontier in poor years. - Du Fu's "Summer Night Sigh".

6. If you have not reported to the country in your life, you will be kept as a loyal soul. ——Yang Jisheng's "Poetry of Righteousness".

7. Dream around the border city and moon, and fly to the old country building. - Li Bai, "Taiyuan Early Autumn".

8, the Son of Heaven has not been sentenced to a young man, and the concubine rolls up his clothes. - Li Bai's "Qin Girl Roll Clothes".

9. Every year, the women who cross the river and remember each other are hibiscus. - Du Xunhe's "Resentment".