Ask heaven.

1. The autumn water is full and the moon is full, and I miss the piano infinitely. The sound of the piano is like tide, and the two places fall in love. The reflection of the moon in the cup is broken, the wine is brought to the sky, the moonlight is like frost on the brow, and the flying flowers are cold in the quiet night.

I let you down when I didn't dance. I haven't toasted you for a long time, but I'm speechless. Painters and dancers, holding a string by a thread, are tottering, snowflakes are fluttering, green hills are looming, and water plants are rippling, like your heart, singing with me.

3. Borrow a Sanskrit, banish the heart, empty mountains and a long way to go, time is silent, worldly disputes are like clouds, and buy an guqin. In front of the case, there are small lattice windows with sparse flowers, the wind is clear and the moon is bright, everything is quiet, the music is silent, the words are traceless, and the dust gently falls to the ground.

4. Butterflies love flowers, flowers love butterflies, and flowers wither and butterflies return? Love that comes and goes in a hurry, don't leave any sadness. Entanglement of love, thinning in time, acacia into scale, Yi Xin has become autumn. Don't be satisfied for a while, but make a permanent commitment to the hope of time and a holy love.

5. It seems that time flies, glitz becomes a shadow, and things are like a dream. Who wants to cover the floating fireworks, linger at the fingertips, dream into a splendid city, and the night light seems to turn the door of cause and effect in an instant, with a touch of the pen. In the beauty and elegance of the waning moon, that thrilling beauty will last forever.

6. The world of mortals is beginning to make up, and the mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled. The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter. Unreal and boundless, once met, I will never forget it. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?

7. When the fruit is fragrant, it is sour and sweet, but after all, the flowers have already opened. Just like our writing, some poems are casual and imperfect; Although some compositions are slightly thin and plump, after all, they have made great efforts, so they have no regrets.

8. In this melodious melody, scenes seem to pass by one after another, or as clear as a picture, or as light as smoke. Time really waits for no one, flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds relax, youth grows old, flowers bloom and fall. In the flow of day and night, people have unconsciously entered middle age.

9. Time flies, misty and dancing with the wind, the lost years are put back, and the blurred and beautiful images are gradually clear. The people who missed are still standing in front of us, still safe, still spring, still in full bloom, still green eyes, still beautiful face. The fragrance is not exhausted, the smoke is not exhausted, the clouds are not scattered, and the soul is still there.

10. Whose face was thinned by a song? Whose melancholy was awakened by a season of fallen leaves? In the wind, Sanskrit sounds disperse feelings. Today, who makes a pot of Qiu Si with a pair of pure hands, and in the most pious way, prays that you step on the fallen leaves, sit on the floor and drink with this autumn color?

1 1. Who will really watch the end of the world with whom, with white hair, or a wonderful flower in the sea? If you can really go to Wan Li Road, why miss you thousands of miles away. Even though it has been a romantic Millennium, the mountains and rivers in Wan Li are not as good as the moment I saw you. The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.

12. If you can really take Wan Li Road, why miss you for thousands of years? Wan is not as good as the moment I looked at you. It is still cold in the light and shadow, and it is still cold in the water. In the dream, the silk and bamboo whisper to the mountains outside the building, and the outsiders and the mountains do not return to the geese. Looking back too early, the Sichuanese who forgot to play the piano were in tears.

13. In the morning, facing the sun, smile like a flower and say to yourself: A new day has begun, so live with confidence. Life is short, but let the happy mood last; Waiting, always clinging to that regretless belief. Summer rain and spring flowers, winter snow and autumn wind, isn't it a life experience?

14. The years are cold and warm, and the fate is short. Looking back, you are the softest wound in my heart. People have joys and sorrows, the moon is full of rain and shine, how many flowers bloom, how many leaves fall, and through the vicissitudes of time, have my expectant eyes ever warmed your heart? Once agreed, forgotten in the sunset, lonely.

65438+ So, make a good wish, turn around, meet with spring, watch the grass grow and the warblers fly, and listen to the whispers of Yan!

16. No matter how cold your heart and appearance are, there is always someone who will move your feelings and provoke your eyebrows. You can be indifferent to too many people, you can not care about all the indifference and enthusiasm, but only face the enthusiasm of that person, helpless, do not know how to refuse.

17. recent love flowers, clouds shy the moon, not far from the mud. I want to fly high, my heart pillow. I believe kites are hard to bear, so why worry about Hongyan forgetting to go home? If, a few years later, my tombstone is engraved with my name and your surname, then this life will be complete.

19. When I met you, I just buried that fleeting time with no regrets. The moon is gone, standing in the lonely night sky, drunk and dreaming, tears ask the sky, this undercurrent is rolling like the earth, how many people are crying lonely and sad in the middle of the night in the madness of missing?

2 1. The pain is faint, the sadness is faint, and the memory is drifting away, turning into dribs and drabs, remaining in the blood of the years. And the heart injury that can breathe, accompanied by the slowly blurred figure, barely breathes. In my memory, the once soft language is now mixed with bitterness and sweetness. Today, things have changed and people have changed.

22. Crossing the world of mortals makes waiting poetic. Gently, cut out a period of time at this moment, let me accompany you to see that the years are quiet and the water is flowing, okay? Wait, so long. Actually, I never thought about getting anything. I just want to accompany you quietly like this, in a silent flower season, in a shallow poem.

23. Like impermanence is an entity without entity. Feeling is just the aggregation of karma. Just like water and words, just like running water, it keeps flowing day and night, making people old and discouraged like running water, without a moment's rest, making people's lives disorderly. And we always have a pair of eyes that can span the four seasons and live happily day after day in the world traffic.

24. The deeper the spring, the brighter the flowers. The elegance of twisting a flower blooms in the eyes of the sun. Drinking a cup of memories alone, Fang Fei's happy words faded away from the vicissitudes of the past, and with the mellow season, they were gently written into a fleeting notebook. Walking through a landscape, there is always a heart and a touch. If you are here, warm a pot of new tea and have a quiet time.

25. Time goes by, time goes by, and time flows quietly. We have come all the way; Spicy, bitter, sweet, sour and salty, accompanied us all the way. Through the years of smog, if the heart is covered with the dust of troubles and entangled with the grievances, then living is simply a punishment, and a hundred years of life is painful and long.

26. When I was young, my life was like a flower. When the spring breeze came to her door to beg, one or two petals fell from her plump body. She never thought it was a loss. Now, my youth is gone, and my life is like a fruit. I have nothing to give away, just waiting to dedicate her and all the rich and sweet burdens.

27. Touching the traces of the years, I always feel that there is still some residual temperature flowing at my fingertips. Therefore, missing extends those unforgettable past events in my heart. Perhaps, time is a decadent device, always carving the years into vicissitudes. When some years passed, some things changed their appearance, and the mottled walls were full of sad piles.

28. A relationship dries up with the years, and a curtain of worries fades with the flowers. Who can untie the fallen petal? Who sent the fallen flowers? Recalling the past, turning around and looking back, you and I will fall into the world of mortals. Now, never give up, you and I lost the love of our lives, touched the gray, and how many memories eventually turned to dust; How many thoughts turn into clouds; How many hairs turn white.

29. Hold a handful of clear water, banish rivers, blend in with the lost years, and wash the soul; Twist a wisp of heart fragrance, send it in the clouds, meet again in the deepest part of the world of mortals, and crush your heart; Looking at the mountains and rivers in the distance, wandering under the moon, staying in the cold winter of Acacia Ferry, leaving inner loneliness. Bridge is not a bridge, fog is not a fog, and heart is not a heart. It's better to fly than to fly.