Verses that describe the beauty of meeting, verses about meeting

The bleak west wind is like a cold fan, and the drill clothes are blowing into the sleeves. The blue falls and the red remnants, and the wind startles a pool of cold. Broken leaves are scattered, smoke is foggy, and the courtyard is trapped.

The candle shadow shook red, and the dust tossed and turned. The pen is wounded, freehand Jiangnan. Thousands of ways to fall into the love, how to enjoy the autumn?

May the negative come to live up to the Qingqing, and seek dreams without fear of the rivers and lakes. Love, hate, sorrow and joy break the strings, just to see you.

Ancient Style: Candle Shadow

The sound of the piano surrounds the beam, and the candle shadow is in the west window.

Su Xue light clothes, try plum makeup for the first time.

And Que new words Yu Jun sang softly, the sunset was drunk, and there was your time.

The difficulty of hating the pen is that the mandarin ducks are in pairs, and the floating dreams are cold.

I write about the poetry of Jiangnan, how to describe you, like a flower like jade.

The fragments are out of context, and they can't be swept away melancholy. Thoughts are quietly on the paper, and the pen is wounded.

Deep red dust, obsessively watching.

Mountains and rivers are eternal.

Red bean pro-planting, where to send you.

The deep affection is shallow, that touch of shock, forever in the heart.

Wandering heart, hope stops in your warm harbor.

The twilight sunset, who is in the corner, secretly sad.

Through the wall of thoughts, you can't see it, and your tender eyes are like water.

Thousands of paper cranes, spread with the wind.

I will meet you again, and you will enjoy Mei Xue.

Zimo repairs the fence and unfolds the poetry.

Burn a pot of incense and light the Buddha lamp.

Promise you with piety and be healthy all your life.

Ancient Style: Shake Red".

The blue and red remnants, the wind frightened a pool of cold, and the Milky Way was far away.

I am a visitor from outside the world, meditating in front of the Buddha for thousands of years.

Cultivate the six petals of Qingying, tossing and turning in the red dust, just to meet you.

Light gauze feather shirt, it is difficult to hide a love for you.

Through the bones, the cold wind slashes the constant thoughts, and the empty dreams are curtain.

Looking for it on the shore of Acacia Lake, drunk and tenderness into your five-colored dreams.

Su Xin copied one poem after another, and the pen was sad.

In the painting, you can't see the entanglement of fishing fire.

On the broken bridge, I was like a kite with a broken string, and I didn't see the delicate face of the year.

Seeing the smoke again, the dream floated like a shadow.

See your eyebrows like distant mountains, and the years are old.

There is a lot of love to call spring, and the jade blood washes your face full of dust.

It's too hurried to get together, and it's hard to break the relationship, who can be happy when the floating world is gone.

Fall lightly on your shoulders, dream of a spring river plumbing.

That life is with you in the south of the Yangtze River, and the words are accompanied by the breeze.

Lan Boat Together, except for life and death, they are all idle.

Thousands of dreams, why not be afraid of the rivers and lakes.

Postscript. The years can't help but wait too much, and the flowers are always swaying in the strong wind. Tang poems and Song poems are endowed with endless sorrow and love in the world, and the ups and downs cannot escape the arrangement of fate.

Ask Jiao'e to the moon, and sing at night in the east wind. If we meet one day, there is not too much love. "Affection Hu Bingyan".

Qingyu Case - Dongfeng Night Flowers Thousand Trees (also known as "Qingyu Case - Yuan Xi") The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and it blows down, the stars are like rain, and the BMW carved cars are full of fragrance.

The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, 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 thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Song Xin gave up the disease.

Qingyu Case: Lingbo is not Hengtang Road".

Ling Bo is only on Hengtang Road, but he sees and Fangchen goes.

Who is the year of Jinse?

Yueqiao Flower Courtyard, Zhuhu Window, only Spring Knowledge.

Feiyun is in the twilight, and the color pen has a new question to break the intestines.

How much sorrow is there?

A Sichuan tobacco, the city is full of wind and flocculents, and the plum is yellow when it rains.

Song Hezhu. You are the most beautiful encounter in my life".

Tonight and night, a total of this lamp candlelight.

When the young can be strong, the sideburns are already gray.

Visiting the old half as a ghost, exclaiming hot intestines.

Yan knows for 20 years, and he is back in the gentleman's hall.

In the past, the king was unmarried, and his children suddenly went on a trip.

Yiran respected my father and asked me where I came from.

The question and answer is not over, driving away the wine syrup.

The night rain cuts the spring leeks, and the yellow sorghum is freshly cooked.

The Lord said that the meeting was difficult, and it was tiring in one fell swoop.

Shizhen is not drunk, and the feeling is deliberately long.

Tomorrow across the mountains, the world is vast.