A small poem titled Passing Years .

Hehe, is there a reward?

I think Faye Wong's passing years are really good That song seems to be time passing in life, Faye Wong's voice makes it very beautiful...

Let's write a year.

Withered and glorious flow around the fingertips.

Sink away the hustle and bustle of this life.

Meet each other, know each other, love each other, and say goodbye.

It is like a tree in spring and autumn, floating day and night.

You and I travel through the paradise of dreams.

Those verdant moments.

Hazy wind chimes in white reverberate.

The sun is soaked in the scent of jasmine.

Laughing and scolding, singing and drinking, arrogance.

We see the world smiling in our hands.

Young and crazy.

Directly quote the lyrics of Faye Wong's song "Flowing Years", which was created by Lin Xi and written very well.

Farewell. The sundae is full of people, and there is no monarch and all body poems. Seeing the strange official position, the heart is bitter and the road is known. It is difficult to send dreams, and the years are sad. The golden boudoir urged the brocade and returned to Huangpi.

Song Zhoubi See all.

Chrysanthemum. Chrysanthemums hold the leaves at the beginning, and they begin to see spring. The green flowers are blooming today, and the autumn wind is back.

The high sky does not allow soil, and the day can be planted. A lifetime is like malaria, and the cold and heat are still urging each other. Let me see the mirror box, and be ashamed to open my face.

The passing years are helpless, and the unique golden snail cup. There is no ruler in the idle autumn, and it is paid to order the judge. The festival is approaching, and autumn is suitable for the building.

Chrysanthemum. Song Zheng Zheng See all.

The second rhyme Guangzhou Liang has a talent for showing.

Lonely and straightforward, only know that it is worthy of the sky, and there is no recollection of the passing years. Zou Lu has learned to write like this, and he is very poor. The beggar food corner followed the bowl and entered the city to visit the sheep fairy. The real person sent a letter to Fu Zhendao, and paid Yaotai to engrave jade.

Song Zheng Xia.

Ming Tang Xianzu "Peony Pavilion - Dream": "For you like a beautiful flower, like a year of water, it is a reply to look all over the place, and self-pity in the boudoir." ”

Southern Dynasty Song Bao Zhao "Dengyunyang Jiulidai" poem: "The heart does not return, and the years are full of decay." ”

Tang Huangtao's poem "Fable": "Fifty years ago, the dynasty leaned on the youth. After the passage of fifty years, the head of Haotou is invaded day by day. ”

Yuan Zhang Kejiu's "Huan in front of the palace, leaving thoughts" song: "The flowers fall in the year, and the spring is wrong." ”

The first chapter of Su Manshu's "The Story of the Broken Hung and Zero Wild Goose": "After this, I swept the leaves and burned incense, and sent me to the passing year, what a regret!" Song Su Shi "The Second Rhyme by the East Pavilion": "You may as well be idle everywhere, and the years can be counted." ”

Sit on a garden bench.

Years ago, I sat on a garden bench and watched the geese fly south.

And now, I am sitting on a garden bench and watching the geese fly south.

Time seems to have not moved.

The flowers and plants are still struggling in the autumn wind.

I'm still nostalgic for my distant homeland.

Even my shadow is rented, as it was many years ago.

Lying at my feet, like a black package.

Like years ago, I was sitting on a park bench.

The sunset enveloped me, and the birds clucked in the trees.

It's like courtship, the leaves are flying, and the people who walk in the distance seem to be the same people back then.

They seem to have been gone for many, many years.

Just for this moment I saw it with tears in my eyes.

Noon. Spiders are weaving webs under the eaves, traps growing in circles.

I don't know which small insect will suddenly turn into a young undead.

Aspen trees grow thick leaves.

Sunlight smears the contours of all things like honey.

The shadows are simple, deep, and a little painful.

On the rattan chair, my grandmother, who had just been talking, fell asleep.

Baby's tiny clothes flutter on the clothesline.

Let the memory be close, let the years be far away.

The sky deepens the silence of the world, and the silence of all things seems to have a common source.

Oh! How many noons have I woken up from my deep sleep and fallen into this quaint painting.

Only the sound of magpies came like water droplets, and the happiness was noisy.

In a trance, I felt as if I had gone through several earthly reincarnations.

Under the winter sun.

I love the sparrow in the tree that tilts its head to look at me.

I love the vast earth.

Everything glows after the snow.

I love the wordless tree on the side of the path.

A donkey with steaming hot nostrils of speechless nostrils tethered under a tree.

No one knew that I was a wanderer in a foreign land.

I love the world that hurts and is grateful.

Crossing the cracks of time is like crossing fate'Wounds.

One face after another I missed.

There's some clarity, there's some blurring.

I fell in love with my unknown future.

I saw a small village that had fallen asleep for hundreds of years.

The voice of a pair of old snowsweepers in the courtyard.

Suddenly it made me burst into tears.

Walk quietly in the winter sun.

I shouted my name in my mind over and over again.

Like the Motherland defended the land where she shed blood.

When you come.

When you come.

I'm working on my field.

The vast black earth grows joy and sorrow.

When you come.

I was selling my beloved horses at the fair.

There is a small microcosm of the world in the eyes of the horse.

When you come.

I was strolling by the creek.

Weeping Willow and I have a peaceful shadow.

When you come.

I'm grazing sheep on a hillside.

While the lambs were grazing, I slept in the sun.

When you came, I was busy arguing with the world.

When you came, I was busy parting with my relatives and friends.

When you came, I was busy embracing dreams.

When you came, I was busy dueling with fate.

When you come.

I'm always busy.

Many years later.

I suddenly remembered you.

My blood is still boiling.

I want to tell the kids who walked past my window.

Youth always comes quietly.

Quietly left us again.

1.Long hair for whom to continueMy beauty has blossomed.

Stir a pool of spring water and make ripples.

The hair is intoxicated by the whispering of the wind.

Wait until the long hair reaches the waist.

We go to the most beautiful holy places.

I measure the ends of my hair every day.

Butterflies and Hongxia sneak into their dreams.

From spring to summer, from summer to autumn.

Silent. The snail fled helplessly.

Grinding in the autumn wind, waiting for you to compete with migratory birds.

Frost-dyed red leaves. It's hard to send a piece of paper.

With whom the long flowing hair is attached.

It's better to uproot.

Peel it off from the bottom of your heart.

Let it be empty.

One finger breath. Blurred.

2.Night's dreamsThe night holds the stars in its arms.

Having a shining dream.

I am a kite of the night.

With the hope of the night.

Go find the light.

I didn't see the sun at night, but it gave me a starlit journey.

The bamboo cane that knocked the way.

It is a gift of the night.

A hint of tenderness in this dark night.

Dye my mood in the wind.

I'm young at a pace.

Extremely determined. All the way to the dust.

Heroic music is played.

The future in the trunk.

Can't wait to be full.

Sprinkled all over the place. The shadow of the rainbow of colors.

It's a dream that falls in the night.

I have a bamboo cane, Starlight.

And fluttering fiery red mood.

I'm heading farther away.

Soaring. 3.I have a date with WinterWhispering in the branches of spring.

I have a date with Winter

The stamens bloom in my heart.

Bow your head, and you're in the fragrance.

In the morning, you are shining among the blades of grass.

The first rays of sunlight rise.

I see you, crystal thoughts.

I rubbed the whisper into the starlight.

Let you go through the three reincarnations of your previous life.

Skip my message a bit.

You poured a sonorous bang into the earth.

Melt the majesty into the wind.

Those wild weeds that grow wildly.

I don't have the strength to do it.

I'm the only one left to dance with you.

Interpreting the legend of the encounter.

I love you only for your cold charm at the moment.

Raise your pious face.

Feel the breath of your pavement.

I see your lightness and softness.

Hold you in the palm of your hand.

Be the treasure of my soul.

Don't dare to blink, just look at you quietly, falling into the palm of your hand. Teardrops.

Such a brief poignant.

Forge a fortress of holiness.

Year after year, and that winter day.

Dream back. 4.Listen to "Colorful Clouds with Seagulls" againThe familiar melody comes to mind, and I see the seagulls flying again.

Ask the seagull again.

Your tenderness is a little.

Your acacia can be landed.

All the sorrow can be subsided.

Chase frolic. And the screams.

Is it the whistle of happiness?

Rushing waves.

The sound is endless. The tide ebbed and flowed.

How many reincarnations. Ask the clouds.

Can you shed tears of happiness?

Millennial waiting.

Blurred for this moment.

Sing one more song. Let the clouds accompany the seagulls.

In the ears, in the sky.

In the eyes.

That little flowerIn the sky, countless silver threads.

Can't wait.

I want to embellish this beautiful season.

Scramble.

In the long-awaited direction.

Countless small flowers were knocked out.

Crystal clear.

The shape is different, and the bloom is in order.

It's dizzying, and it's fascinating.

Stupidly thought.

I want to become one of them.

Fragrance yourself carefree.

Then, he left quietly.

Left, that little bit of wet Hu Heju air.

Use the last ounce of strength.

Fly into the eyes of the thoughts.

Brew into a glass of fine wine, drunk heaven and earth.

Autumn breeze pondersStanding in the arms of the autumn wind.

Look into the distance.

Quietly. Memories flew into my eyes.

A faint longing fell to the ground.

The vicissitudes of time.

Fell into deep contemplation.

Follow the trail of the autumn wind.

Gently, gently.

Blurred, fingertips flowing days.

Silently looking back. In the wind, there are long-lost trouser memories.

Clear, or chaotic.

It's hard to tell, it's endless.

Ups and downs in the autumn wind, alternating.

I saw the ground all over the groundA trace of dusk left on the branches.

I don't know, but I can stay for a few hours.

Look at the attentive eyes.

It seems to be nostalgic for colorful. Mortal dust.

Perhaps, I don't give up the tender green of the past.

Look at that swaying head.

exudes helplessness for life.

Perhaps, it has long been clear that it has been known.

No matter how much you pay.

I can't keep even a little bit of warmth.

The passage of time is like the stars.

Destined to drift alone in the cold wind.

Lost forever in the long river of years.

Nobody cares. Because, it's just a dusty wanderer.

A short poem or prose about the year is as follows:

1. Happy New Year, fireworks for nine days. The golden dragon Teng Yuyu, six out of the good field.

2. It has only been seven days since spring, and it has been two years since I left home.

3. The warbler cries the swallow to report the New Year, and there are thousands of Longdui Road in Mayi.

4. Children don't sleep, and they keep vigil and cheer all night.

5. What happened to Jin Ou withered, this responsibility should be forgiven. Looking at the Central Plains from afar, a column of wild currents is in Yanchai socks. The ground is full of devastation and I can't bear to look at it, and there is more joy in cultivating and weaving on three sides. Hard work can rejuvenate the country, and Sima Teng is afraid of the enemy.

6. Who asks the hotel? The cold light is unique. The year will be over, and thousands of miles will not return. Sadly past, smiling at this body. Sadness and decay, tomorrow is spring.

7. In the sound of firecrackers, the spring breeze sends warmth into Tusu.

8. When the snake and dragon dance in the sky retreat, the spring sprouts and wakes up. Mei Lingqunfang broke through the winter at the beginning, and the wind sent cold and warm gradually stabilized. The cypress smoke is approaching Chinese New Year's Eve, and the city is noisy and busy guarding the police. The neighbors have been waiting for a housewarming for a long time, and they are full of relatives and friends.

9. A bottle of wine is removed from the court, and the child is comforted by clothes.

10. The beginning of spring and Chinese New Year's Eve, and for one day, this matter is a breakthrough.

11. Ask the crow: Where is Aaron's house?

12. The old year is over tonight, and the new year will come tomorrow. Carefully follow the bucket handle, and look back at spring in the northeast.

13. A year to drip out of the lotus drain. Bijing except crispy and frozen wine. Xiaohan is still deceiving, and the spring is slender and comes to the willow first. The beauty re-advises a thousand to live a long life. Cypress leaf pepper flower fencui sleeve. I don't know each other much in the depths of the drunken country, and I only have the same old relationship with Dongjun.

14. The raw pot is blazing and roaring bamboo, and the New Year's feast is open to listen to the pepper.

15. The fine grass wears the yarn and the snow is half-dissipated, and the smoke and cold water of the Wu Palace are all the way. No one saw the plum blossom bamboo, and blew incense across the stone bridge overnight.

16. Last night, I went back to the north, and now I am in the east.

17. Don't ask for a meeting, but an ultimatum, and the famous paper is full of books. I also threw a few papers with others, and the world is not too simple.

18. Skillfully cut flags to try Silla, and paint gold to make moths. Since then, the scissors have been idle for a month, and the boudoir has imitated the needlework before the year.

19, Yuanliang is passed on for eternity, and Dancai shines in China. Happy space gathering, happy heart.

20. Every year and night, Fei moans, and children snickerle in front of the lamp.

Farewell to the sundae, there is no monarch poetry. Seeing the strange official position, the heart is bitter and the road is known. It is difficult to send dreams, and the years are sad. The golden boudoir urged the brocade and returned to Huangpi.

Song Zhoubi See all.

Chrysanthemum chrysanthemum flowers first hug the leaves, and the spring light comes. The green flowers are blooming today, and the autumn wind is back. The high sky does not allow soil, and the day can be planted.

A lifetime is like malaria, and the cold and heat are still urging each other. Let me see the mirror box, and be ashamed to open my face. The passing years are helpless, and the unique golden snail cup.

There is no ruler in the idle autumn, and it is paid to order the judge. The festival is approaching, and autumn is suitable for the building. Chrysanthemum.

Song Zheng Zheng See all.

The second rhyme Guangzhou Liang has a talent for showing.

Lonely and straightforward, only know that it is worthy of the sky, and there is no recollection of the passing years. Zou Lu has learned to write like this, and he is very poor. The beggar food corner followed the bowl and entered the city to visit the sheep fairy. The real person sent a letter to Fu Zhendao, and paid Yaotai to engrave jade.

Song Zheng Xia.

About the record of the writer Yang Daxia.

The mountain is blocked by water, and the wind and smoke flow through the dream.

A few old people's hearts, the sunset into a wound.