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Poetry about fate

Poetry:

Xiangsi Wang Wei

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches. People who want to miss them collect more, and Mix red beans have attracted people's attention.

Zhang Jiuling, full moon Philip Burkart one.

The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world. Bring a separated heart and long-term consideration at night.

Although I blew out the candle, it didn't get darker, although I put on my coat, it didn't get warmer, so I left my message to the moon and turned to my bed, hoping to have a dream.

Li Bai, an autumn wind poem

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates;

When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.

If I had known it was so frustrating, why didn't I know each other?

Zhi Zhu's Ci Liu Yuxi

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. Rain in the east, sunrise in the east, said it was not sunny, but it was still sunny.

Zhi Zhu's Ci Liu Yuxi

In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are bright red, and the Shuhe River beats the cliff on the edge of the cliff. A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.

Yanzilouzhang

The residual lamp upstairs is accompanied by dawn cream, and the person who sleeps alone starts from the lovesick bed. How much is a one-night stand for lovesickness? The ends of the earth are not long.

Golden Li shangyin

I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a flower-like interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a young saint, was bewitched by butterflies.

The king's longing for spring is crying in the cuckoo.

Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jadeite to the sun. The moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously.

Untitled Li shangyin

You said you would come, but you didn't. You didn't leave me any other traces, except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. I cried for you and left forever. I couldn't wake up. I tried to read your hasty notes, and I found the ink was too pale.

Blue candle burns its kingfisher feather lamp, and musk embroiders hibiscus slightly. But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.

Untitled Li shangyin

There are many curtains in your carefree house, where ecstasy will last all night. The Wushan goddess of Chu was originally a dream; Qingxi is the residence of my sister-in-law, and there is no lang here.

Storms make nut horns ecstasy, and the moon dew sweetens cinnamon leaves? Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.

Untitled Li shangyin

It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, it has been longer. The east wind has started, flowers have withered, silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .

Untitled Li shangyin

The stars last night and the wind last night are in the west of the studio and the east of the cinnamon room. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.

Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.

Li Shangyin traveled alone in Qujiang in late autumn.

Lotus leaf hate is born in spring, hate is born in autumn, when it is dry.

Notes for Friends in the North on a Rainy Night Li Shangyin

When you ask about the untimely return date, late rain will rise in the autumn pool. Why * * * want to cut candles at the west window?

Speaking of late rain.

Li Siyuan Zhen

Once, the sea was difficult for water, and amber was forever. Looking back at the flowers lazily is partly due to self-cultivation and partly due to being a man.

Titu Chengnanzhuang Cuihu

Last spring, in this door, the girl's face contrasted with the peach. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.

Farewell to Du Mu

Affectionate but always ruthless, I can't laugh until I die. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.

Sender Zhang Mi.

Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor. Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.

The sentimental writer Yi Lee.

Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off. From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.

To a maid, Cui Jiao.

The prince's children rushed back, and the beautiful woman was wet with tears. Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea.

Give it to Yu Yu.

I am ashamed to cover my sleeves in the sun, but I am too lazy to make up in spring. It's easier to find priceless treasure than to have a lover.

Tears are hidden on the pillow, and flowers are heartbroken. You can spy out why Song Yu hates Wang Chang.

Jiangling is anxious to send it to

There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails. Remember that your heart is like the Xihe River, which flows eastward day and night.

Sauvignon blanc Bai Juyi

Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad.

Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.

Meng Jiangnan Wen Tingjun

After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, Qian Fan is not here, and the oblique light is full of water, and Bai Pingzhou is heartbroken!

Sauvignon Blanc Linbu

Wu, Yue. The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other. Who knows the feeling of parting?

Your tears are full and mine are full. The ribbon knot is not finished. The tide at the head of the river has ebbed.

Meet in

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.

Wu Ye physical language

Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Qiao Jinmen Feng Yansi

When the wind blows, it brings a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the almond core with your hand.

Leaning on the railing by the pool, watching the fighting ducks, the Hosta on his head hangs obliquely. He missed his sweetheart all day, but he never came back, and suddenly he heard a magpie calling.

Yulouchun Ouyang Xiu

Before the bottle, I'm going to say I'm going back to China. I didn't say I was miserable in spring. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling. It's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng before you see all the flowers in Los Angeles.