Are there any very poignant poems?

Poignant poetry.

ONE It's a foreign land that wakes up with a hangover.

Mutilated moonshine.

It's as easy as that.

Scratch the dawn.

The chirping of the cicadas falling from the treetops still tells the story.

Proverb: Don't go through the years, you still don't know.

How carefully I used to pull my thumb.

Say love to you two.

Through the sun, you can reach heaven.

Gently hook your index finger.

Others are clamoring to be tired, and I'm hiding my wounds.

So what, so many years.

Already accustomed to insomnia at night.

Walk through street after street.

Even if we don't talk about the past.

It's still my own injury.

3. Scrub the dust with tears along the way.

The oath written on the middle finger has long been blown away by the rain and wind.

This summer is fading away.

Fade into certain sentences that we remember.

Forgotten by us again.

Look outside the window.

Falling red is like washing.

4. You say that the ring finger is a broken chapter.

Maybe it should have been known a long time ago.

Happiness is just a passing river, but the shallowest spoon is used when scooping.

What else to say, I'll give you a flower, and I'll be close to the end of the world from now on.

Dear, please see me turn around gorgeously and smile like a flower.

5. My little finger doesn't hurt anymore.

And the past begins.

Forget about the rivers and lakes.

After all, I will lose July and walk on the shoulders of August.

Looking down on the red dust, everything is slowly indifferent, but it is just a cold finger of each other, maybe the red dust of your life and I is just at the crossroads.

Look at the warblers flying in the distance.

Li Qingzhao. Eternal Happiness

Where are the people at sunset?

Dye the willow smoke is thick, blow the plum flute, and complain, how much do you know about spring?

The Lantern Festival blends with the weather, and there is no wind and rain to call each other. Xiangche BMW Thank him for his poetry and friends in Zhongzhou Shengri Boudoir Remember to pay more attention to three or five Shop the green crown Twist gold snow willow Cluster belt to fight for Ji Chu Now haggard Wind and fog sideburns Afraid to go out at night It is better to listen to people laugh under the curtain.

Drunken Flower Yin" misty clouds and sorrowful eternal day Rui brain elimination gold beast Festival and Chongyang Jade pillow yarn cabinet In the middle of the night, the cool place penetrates the east fence and puts the wine after dusk There is a dark fragrance in the sleeves Mo Dao does not kill the soul The curtain rolls the west wind People are thinner than yellow flowers.

Still dodging.

Refuse to face it. Immerse yourself in the world of one person.

Escape the light of the white night.

The hands are scribbling, making the text render sad.

Distracted in class, wandering in the lights under the black system.

No noise could be heard.

A person's loneliness is the vicissitudes of powerlessness.

pursues the beauty of writing, but loses its original style, like an emotionless puppet.

Lack of puppeteer's desperation.

Closed hearing. Feel the silent funeral.

It's dawn, it's white night.

It's a white sadness of despair.

The faint color system suppressed my emotions.

Ordinary words.

Spread the light of the night.

We are the main tone of black.

Fall into their own decadent colors.

Narrate the sorrow of white with our black tone.

Like a dream, Li Qingzhao.

Last night, the rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.

I tried the curtain people, but the begonias were still the same.

Did you know? Did you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Dotted lips Li Qingzhao.

Lonely and deep, soft intestines are sorrowful. Cherish the spring and spring, and what time is it to urge flowers and rain.

Leaning all over the bar, it's just emotionless! Where are the people? Even the sky is declining, and the way back is cut off.

Zhang Xian's three shadows "'clouds break through the moon and flowers make shadows', 'curtain rolls flower shadows', and 'fallen flocculents are light and shadowless'".

Sauvignon Blanc] Li Yu Li Yu.

One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke and water are cold, and the acacia maple leaf is dan.

The flowers are blooming, the flowers are left, the geese are flying high, and the wind and the moon are idle.

Crying in the dark night] Li Yulin thanked Chunhong, too hurried, helpless to come to the cold rain and the wind at night.

Rouge tears, leaving people drunk, when is it heavy, since people grow and hate water Changdong.

Su Shi: Ten years of life and death, two boundless, unthinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Li He: I have a lost soul and can't recruit the rooster to sing the world white.