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The three realms of life.

The first realm: "Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, went up to the tall building alone, and looked at the end of the world".

Meaning:'Seeking', from Yan Shu's "Magpie Treading Branches" in the Song Dynasty;

The second realm: "I don't regret the gradual widening of the belt, and I will make people haggard for Yi".

Meaning:'Fenfeng', from Liu Yong's "Butterfly Love Flower" in the Song Dynasty;

The Third Realm:"The crowd looked for him, and suddenly looked back, but the man was in the dim lamp"

Meaning:'Give up', from the Southern Song Dynasty Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case".

If life is only as first seen, [what is the autumn wind sad painting fan.]

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

How is Bo Xing Jinyilang, who wishes on the same day.

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

The independent small bridge is full of sleeves, and the Hirabayashi Crescent people are behind.

A leaf, a sound, the empty steps drip to the light.

The moon blooms on a cool day in the evening.

The west wind is still shining, and the Han family mausoleum.

The jagged smoke tree Baling Bridge, the scenery is all in front of the court.

Liu Changqing's "Sending Lingche to the Venerable" Cangcang Zhulin Temple, the bell rings late.

The lotus hat brings the slanting sun, and the green mountains return far away.

Qin Guan "Huanxi Sand" The desert is light and cold on the small building, Xiaoyin is a scoundrel like a poor autumn, and the light smoke is billowing and the screen is quiet.

The free flying flowers are light like a dream, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the treasure curtain hangs a small silver hook.

Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown, and I was dressing up in the small window. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears. It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the bright moon night, and the short pine gang.

Xin Qiji's "Qingyu Case: Yuan Xi" The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense, the sound of the phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns brightly, and the fish and dragon dance all night. The moth snow willow **wisps, the laughter is full of dark fragrance.

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

Nalan Xingde's "Huanxi Sand" Who reads the west wind is cold alone, and Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window. Contemplating the past and setting up the remnant sun.

was shocked by the wine, and the gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just ordinary.

Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc" A trip to the mountain, a trip to the water, a trip to the side of the pass, a thousand tent lights in the middle of the night.

The wind is changing, the snow is changing, the dream of the broken hometown cannot be realized, and there is no sound in the old garden.

<> "Those poems with beautiful artistic conception fell in love at first sight.

The pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon catkins pond with a light breeze.

The sunset wine is far away, and the wind and rain go down to the west building. Xu Hun, "Xie Ting's Farewell".

Begonias do not rain, pear blossoms snow first, half of the spring break. Wang Yan's "Charming Eyes".

Sit and think about the breeze passing through the lotus leaves, and dream of the sycamore with raindrops. Su Dong's "Heat" is stupid.

Chu Tiankuo, the waves soak the slanting sun, and thousands of miles dissolve. Liu Yong's "Snow Plum Fragrance".

The clouds support the red sun, and the river is rippling and green. Schulton "Sunny".

If you want to buy osmanthus and carry wine, it is not like a young tour. Liu Guo's "Tang Duoling, Lu Ye Manting Zhou".

The pear blossom courtyard dissolves the moon catkins pond with a light breeze. Yan Shu "Untitled: The Incense Car on the Oil Wall Never Meets Again".

When drunk, I don't know that the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of dreams and the galaxy. —-Tang Qi "Qingcao Lake in Longyang County".

The sea dream is long, and I am also worried. The south wind knows what I want, and blows dreams to Xizhou. —-Xizhou Song".

Although the spring breeze wants to look back, the fallen flowers no longer go on the branches. - "Caigen Tan".

Thousands of sails are not, and the slanting veins are long. - Wen Tingyun, "Looking at the South of the River, Freshen Up".

refused to marry the spring breeze back then, but was mistaken by the autumn wind for no reason. He Zhu "Tasha Xing".

When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, see it in the window, and look at it next to the source of the river after the rain. Li Shangyin's "Three Songs of Bicheng (Part 1)".

The gambling books were consumed with the fragrance of tea, which was only common at that time. Nalan Rongruo's "Huanxi Sand".

When the twilight sky and the glow are like a clear day, Jiang Lian is quiet and the moon is flying. 1. Liu Yong's "Return of the Clouds".

Don't sing the song of hatred when you were old, the world also has its own galaxy. 1. Yuan Mei's "Ma Wei".

The plants and trees in the world are beautiful, but people are not. Chinese medicine is bitter, and so are you. Feng Tang, "Chinese Medicine".

The plum blossoms between the windows are ripe and falling, and the bamboo shoots under the wall are out of the forest. Even the rain does not know the spring, and the summer is deep when it is sunny. Fan Chengda's "Happy Sunshine".

Xiao Lian first got on the pipa, and Xiaolai thought about the end of the world. --Wang Anguo, "Qingping Le, Spring Festival Gala".

If you want to send lovesickness for thousands of miles, the rain is still shining by the stream. Du Mu's "Sending Far Away".

There is no wind and the water surface is slippery, and the boat does not move. Micro-motion ripples. Startled sand birds flew across the shore. - Ouyang Xiu's "Picking Mulberries".

The grass is in the new rain, and the pine is in the evening window. One by one hill is "Looking for the Hermit of the West Mountain".

The bright moon shines on my bed, and the stars and Han flow west at night. Cao Pi's "Yan Xi Oak Song Xing".

The moon is dark and you see the fishing lantern, and the lonely light is a little firefly. The slight breeze clusters bring Lu Chunlang, scattered as a river star. Cha Shen Xing's "What I See in the Book of Boat Nights".

Who is called down the stairs by the sunset, a handful of incense. Turning around, he stood up with a smile, always speechless, and clinging. - Nalan Xingde.

Who reads that the west wind is cool alone, Xiao Xiao Huangye closes the window, and ponders the past and sets up the sun. - Nalan Xingde has been a couple from generation to generation in his life, fighting for two ecstasies. Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring for the sky?

Nalan is constantly cutting morality, and the reason is still chaotic, which is sad. Don't have a taste in your heart. ——Li Yu's clothes and belts gradually widened, and he never regretted it, and he made people haggard for Yixiao.

Liu yong. Tie my heart all my life, and bear you a thousand tears. Liu yong.

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

Xiao swallowed, Qin E dreamed of Qin Louyue. - Li Bai.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. - Su Shi has no roots and shoots, not a rich flower in the world. - Nalan Xingde.

The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are cut like a drizzle. Noisy cut miscellaneous, big strings and small strings fall on the jade plate. - Bai Juyi.

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. - Du Fu.

Sijun makes people old, and the years are too late.

The mountains and the moon don't know what is going on in their hearts, and the water breeze blows off the flowers in front of them.

The words in Hetu and Xu Song's songs are very beautiful, you can go and see them. Add a personal punchline:

1. For whom to show your face and cry for whom, people go to the building to empty the tea is also cold.

I once remembered the hidden place of the snow sea flowers, dancing lightly and drunk in the West Chamber.

2. Prosperity refers to quicksand, and the end of a lonely life. How to endure the sorrow of a lifetime, forget the love for a moment.

3. A longing time, a vague figure, a sincere hope, a parting whisper, and a sincere heart.

4. When the wind remnants Jiang Mei Weiyan, the snow hurts the return of passers-by.

Where is the blue dust, the lonely lamp of the snow sea illuminates the incense path.

5. I don't know how many times to wake up from a deep sleep, and when I am drunk in a hearty dream.

Xiaolai didn't feel frightened, and the brocade silk was broken word by word.

There is no way to go to Pengshan, and the pace is slowly shocking.

Worry is diligent and resting, and does not hesitate to spend the morning Luxi in the spring.

6. Reading in the morning, I suddenly heard that the branches were frozen, and the snow fell to wake up the shadow in front of the window.

Yesterday I couldn't see the flowers, and today I am in no mood.

The mountains and rivers are separated by a long road, and the wind and snow are in the same scene.

Sijun cut and cut tasteless, cherish thousands of brocade clothes.

7. The flying catkins, a little cinnabar in the center of the eyebrows, glide through the passing years, and don't forget where to fly flowers.

8. Who will accompany me to watch the snow on the night under the snow? Or I climbed up the plateau alone to look up, or I kept searching and waiting in the south. And you will eventually appear and wait for me all the rest of my life.

9. The night rain and cold night cold incense burner, the light boat and the small dream warm Du Kang.

I don't know the bitterness of the old people, and the green silk increases Xie Jia Lane.

10. The night rain meets the morning sun dew, and you have to sigh that the stars are full of stars tonight.

Unexpectedly, the storm came again, and the bleak cinnamon was bleak.

11. Unintentionally prevent everyone from self-defense, and intentionally look at the flowers and flowers;

Waiting for leisure to know the golden wind face, it is not called pride and death.

12. When we were young, we danced together because of love or just because of loneliness;

After the vicissitudes of life, why are we as lonely as ever, but we would rather be strangers.

13. Sunny days, rainy days, the curtain will be staged again;

Nostalgia, last night, meteors crossed the sky;

Always passing through in dreams, brilliant stars.

14. Who calls the branches cherry red, farewell to the east wind and the west wind.

When the cool rain came at dusk, the drunk stopped at night, and only then did I smell the partridge and not go upstairs.

15. Light up the stars with your eyes, graze the white clouds with your arms, wait in the red silence, and watch the silence of the snow blooming....

Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and went up to the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom.

Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.