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When the Bodhisattva Man does not bloom much.

Drunk lying among the flowers listening to the flower pendant, crying lovesick tears for no reason.

If you want to fall red, there are countless scatters.

Don't take a petal of incense, relatively only tearful eyes.

The autumn wind withers without makeup, and it does not reappear.

Partridge Sky Snow.

The night snow is vast and blows cold, and the wind returns to the snow and the snow drifts away.

The smoke of the half-furnace is cold and condensed, and there is a faint light in the inn.

When is it to wake up from a dream? The cloak is heavy and drunk.

The green case jade can't be found, and a wisp of concern is forbidden to the lonely city.

Like a dream, I feel like a dead woman.

Only when you are drunk do you know that the wine is strong, and only when you love do you know that it is heavy. Last night, I met you again, and when I woke up from my dream, it was empty.

Cherish, cherish, don't make the past a dream.

Huanxi Sha Lantern Festival.

The servant hates people, but he is fortunate to enjoy the fireworks with the beautiful woman and spend a good night together. The fifteenth night of the first month of Xinmao.

At dusk, the willow stops the red copper moon, and it is the Lantern Festival in the world, and the body is inclined to the side of the beauty.

The sunset is as thick as fire, and the fireworks are fragrant after the rain, and the fireworks are easy to be cold and easy to say goodbye.

Nanxiangzi. When will we get together again, it is rare for confidants to stay. Who can regret it after saying goodbye in June, don't worry, the green shirt side hat boy tour.

I don't want anything now, and I am worried about leaving school for the time being. The dense silk can't be blown away, and it should be rested, and don't let the years pay for the water. (After the college entrance examination, I still feel a little touched when I read this article again).

Meet and Greet Funeral Flower Ceremony.

In late autumn, leaning on the shadow of the flowers, rolling in the west wind, the residual red can't bear to be silent.

Unintentional, finger flick, hurt ruthlessly. The Tao is a flower that blooms and is destined to wither.

Huanxi Sha is alone.

Stepping on the flowers was a light step, and suddenly felt the cold wind behind him, but he looked back and knew that he was walking alone.

Sad to ask every day, but the end of the cry is ruthless, and crying and laughing calmly.

Remembering Qin'e. The golden crow falls, and the west wind outside the curtain is sleepless. People are sleepless, everyone is whimpering, and everyone is haggard.

I still have no regrets about my self-injury, but now no one will, no one will, my heart will become ashes, and the cold moon will be broken.

Hehe, so be it

Depending on your hobbies. The words are roughly divided into two types: bold and graceful, the former is represented by Su Shi and Xin Qiji, and the latter is represented by Liu Yong and Li Qingzhao.

The man looks at Su Shi's poetry collection, Su Shi is a collection of Buddha, Confucianism, and Taoism. Should be very helpful. The woman doesn't know. It is better to read poetry collections, so that they can be improved, for reference.

Qing, Nalan Xingde's "Painting Hall Spring".

One generation and one pair in a lifetime, fighting for two souls.

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the sky?

The pulp is easy to beg for the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea.

If you visit Oxford, you will be relatively poor.

Reach out to me.

Leave a kiss and every sigh.

Let my shoulders block the world.

No more bothering you.

If love were not forgetting.

Suffering is not a memory.

Let's have an eye.

Hold back every moment of joy.

Take my words to heart.

Nothing will pass.

Even if there is only one last poplar tree.

Like a tombstone without an inscription.

Towering at the end of the road.

Fallen leaves can also speak.

Faded and whitish in tumbling.

Gradually, it froze.

Hold up our deep footprints.

Of course, no one knows tomorrow.

Tomorrow will start with another morning.

We fell asleep.

This is so difficult, every poem has its own emotions in it, and if you experience it, you will feel that it is the most beautiful poem.

There are 300 songs, depending on what you want.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan?

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

Lishan said that it was half a night away, and the tears and rain did not complain.

How fortunate brocade clothes, than wings and branches of the day's wishes.

It is like a river flowing eastward.

I was not born, and I was old. Hate is not born at the same time, and you are getting better every day.

"Two Songs of Wanglu Mountain Waterfall".

It is two poems written by the great poet Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty, one is a five-character ancient poem, and the other is a seven-character quatrain. These two poems, closely related to the word "hope" in the title, both use the incense burner peak of Lushan Mountain to describe the scenery of Lushan Waterfall, and both use the word "hanging" to highlight the waterfall like a bead curtain hanging in the air.

"Silent Night Thoughts".

It is a five-character ancient poem written by the Tang Dynasty poet Li Bai. The poem describes the poet's feeling of looking up at the moon in the house on an autumn night. The poem uses metaphors, foils and other techniques to express the feeling of homesickness, the language is fresh and simple and the charm is endless, and it has always been widely recited.

Spring Dawn".

It was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Meng Haoran when he lived in seclusion in Lumen Mountain, and the poet grasped the momentary association when he just woke up in the spring morning, depicting a gorgeous picture of the spring morning, expressing the poet's love for spring and cherishing the beautiful mood of spring.

"Queqiao Immortal, Xianyun Trick".

It is a lyric work of Qin Guan, a lyricist in the Song Dynasty. This is a prelude to the Qixi Festival, borrowing the mythical story of the joys and sorrows of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, eulogizing the sincere, delicate, pure and loyal love. The first film writes about the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl party, and the next film writes about their parting.

The whole word is intertwined with sorrow and music, melting lyricism and discussion in one furnace, and integrating heaven and earth into one.

"When will the bright moon be there".

It is a word created by the Song Dynasty writer Su Shi. This poem was written in the Mid-Autumn Festival of the ninth year of the reign of Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty (1076), when the author was in Mizhou (now Zhucheng, Shandong). The word starts from the moon, based on the love that he has not seen for seven years with his brother Su Zhe, and imagines and thinks about the bright moon of the Mid-Autumn Festival.

1.Out of the Saiwang Changling, Qin, Mingyue, Han, and the Long March, the Long March has not yet returned. But to make the dragon city fly will be, do not teach Humadu Yin Mountain. 2.Weicheng Quwang Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Persuade you to have a glass of wine, and there is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.

3.Liangzhou word Wang Zhilian The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, a lonely city and ten thousand mountains. Why should Qiang Di complain about the willows, the spring breeze does not pass the jade gate.

4.Liangzhou word Wang Han grape wine glow-in-the-dark cup, want to drink the pipa immediately urge. Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people came back to fight in ancient times?

5.The early White Emperor City Li Bai Dynasty resigned from the White Emperor Caiyun, and thousands of miles of Jiangling returned in one day. The apes on both sides of the strait could not stop crying, and the light boat had already crossed the ten thousand mountains.

6.Changxin Qiuci Feng Broom Ping Ming Golden Palace opened Wang Changling Feng Broom Ping Ming Golden Palace opened, and the group fan temporarily wandered. The jade face is not as good as the color of the jackdaw, and it still brings the shadow of the sun.

7.It is common to see it in the residence of King Du Fuqi in the year of the turtle in the south of the Yangtze River, and Cui Jiutang has heard it a few times before. It is a good scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and it is a good time to fall in the flowers.

8.Qingming Du Mu During the Qingming Festival, it rained a lot, and the pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village.

9.Recruit people to complain about Liu Zhongyong, the year old Jinhe Fuyuguan, the court Ma Ce and the knife ring. The snow returns to the green mound in three springs, and the Yellow River surrounds the Black Mountain.

10.Fengqiao was parked at night, Zhang Jiyue fell and the sky was full of frost, and Jiang Feng was sleeping. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Gusu, the bell rings in the middle of the night to the passenger ship.

The Sound of Blossoms

The flowers bloomed quietly, but alas, there was no sound; A person, lying quietly on the grass, looking at the sky, letting his thoughts flow, is there someone in the distance, staring into the distance?

Stars are scattered all over the sky, and the laughing branches blink their eyes, telling the mystery of the universe; And I share with them, the bits and pieces in the flower season, and the wounds in my heart are the testimony of youth. Like a flower bud, full of doubts about the world, full of anticipation and curiosity; Although there is wind and rain, there is also sunshine and green leaves; The moment I turned around, the flowers bloomed!

Listen, do you hear me? That is the sound of flowers blooming, there are joys, laughter, and crying......Looking at the starry sky, I smiled, brilliant as a flower! Outside the house there was a small bridge, and on the bridge was a man standing facing the window; There was also a man in the window, looking at the bridge, and the fog had lifted.