A beautiful poem about the world of mortals

1. Beautiful poem 1 finally covered the whole world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.

-2,000 years of fame, I buried you all my life, a delicate country, a ridiculous life without a king.

-three phoenixes that once played here, so that this place was named after them. Those who failed to keep the appointment waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.

-4 bemoan the tears of beauty, the death of heroes, and the sufferings of the world. Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy?

-5 Fenghua refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.

Six nights of rain turned the sky blue. Some people can create surprises without gestures.

Remember, the rosewood is still there, and I didn't go.

-8 Who sighs in the years?

-9 Han Xiao is vast, full of prosperity and sadness, frowning, destined to be a thing of the past.

-10 the world of mortals began to fill, and the mountains and rivers were boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.

-1 1 Jiangnan figure, Tian Shui Bi Cheng, Tianjiao's wish goes against his body.

-12 mountains and rivers meet and smile for you.

-13 If it is bumpy, there is no regret.

-14 The past events covered by years are fleeting and covered with a touch of sadness.

-15 Flowers covered by years are fleeting and blank.

-16 is gone, and I am still guarding you on the other side.

-17 Those prosperous sorrows will eventually become the past.

Please don't be disappointed, ordinary is for the most beautiful.

-18 Your journey will never see my old age again.

-19 When Long song cries, for those promises that can't be fulfilled and for the deepest love in life, it will eventually turn into a cloud.

-20 Walking in the sky with you, there are flowers everywhere.

-2 1 I am young and energetic.

-22 You should remember that year, weeping willows in the east of Mozi Los Angeles, Na Yue.

-23 the vast land is broken with a sword, where there is prosperity, where there is singing.

-24 Send a song to Jun, regardless of the end of the song.

-25 Who scattered the cigarettes and the vertical and horizontal ties?

Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations.

-26 The breeze is wet, and the tea smoke blows.

Relive the old dream, the old friend has gone.

-27 Fire-dyed Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song.

Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine.

Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.

-28 Yuzhu once wrote about the Phoenix Tour, where people go to the empty building and water goes to the empty building.

-29 He smiled and ruined himself in the years.

-30 can also quietly drink tea and crush this scene, bustling fireworks.

-3 1 The glitz of the world of mortals is fleeting.

-32 I'm not me. You turn around and walk away. It's not me in Suzhou.

-33 a few sighs, generations of joys and sorrows, ridiculous, life is up to me.

After a fleeting dream of -34, I turned to the water to watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.

Life is like a flash in the pan, just suddenly.

However, I have lived a long time, but I can remember what you said.

English study. The fog dispersed over a long period of time, and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is Qian Fan's silence.

This paper is a little old and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.

At both ends of life, we stood on each other's shore.

-39 the fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for one sentence, waiting for the next encounter.

-40 cling to the old, imprison time and space, and suddenly come to an end.

-4 1 people will never see the hidden moon in the mirror, but I mean the Millennium in the world, like a moment.

-42 seeing each other late and getting drunk is the leading edge, and it is stormy.

-43 Illusion is boundless, once met, it will never be forgotten. What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host?

——44 The world has taught us, first entered the rivers and lakes, and was urged by years; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.

-45 wins, loses, and worries, complains. If you have wine today, you will be drunk, and tomorrow you will be worried.

-46 I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

-47 Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.

That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.

-49 people are empty, why forget each other, why laugh and be surprised.

-50 don't look back, why don't you forget. Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

2. A selection of sad and beautiful ancient love poems.

1) People and the sky are empty, so why forget each other and laugh at each other?

2) Never look back, why not? Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water. Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.

3) We met by chance, but we didn't have a chance to meet. We hope to remember each other. Knowing each other is lucky, but being together is not lucky. The sky is vast and the moon is bright, and it lasts forever.

4) Seeing each other late and falling in love too slowly put me in a dilemma.

5) If the fate has passed far away and the fate has passed away, is it possible to go ashore in the future?

6) It's cold, it's cold, and it's exhausting old age and vicissitudes.

7) Looking at the cherry blossoms all over the sky, sadness is flowing, but it can't hide the mottled fleeting time.

8) If the road surface dust is raised and the cement is muddy, when can we meet in harmony?

9) Still water depth, singing songs; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

10) The river is lonely, the banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.

3. What are the beautiful ancient sentences? 1. Change your life with my three fireworks.

2. elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time. 3, long street, fireworks, you look back, low pavilion, red dust rolling, I sigh again.

4, who finally broke the string, the flower fell on his shoulder, and he was in a trance. 5. How many beauties have been lost and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood and tears. 6, the vast land is broken with a sword, where the bustling songs fall.

Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me. 7. Let him know everything and smile at you.

8. Send a song to Jun, and don't invite people to get together at the end of the song. 9. Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.

10, listen to the string break, break 3 thousand infatuation. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled.

If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips. 1 1, there are trees on the mountain and branches on the wood. I don't know whether I like you or not.

12, whoever forgets the other party first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.

13. There used to be a tall building that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on it. 14, when all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

15, finally covered the world for the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River. After Hua Rong thanked him, it was just a scene. Mountains and rivers are always silent, and the water depth is still. Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy. 17, under the moonlight, laugh at the love and hate in the world, and the world is full of red dust and endless flowers.

18, the clock hangs under the eaves, the eaves are bell guards, and the clock does not know; The wind moves the clock, the clock is the song of the wind, and the wind is incomprehensible; The world says that ruthlessness is the wind; I mean, what's wrong with being stupid! 19, several times lamenting the joys and sorrows of generations, ridiculous life is not up to me. 20, a thousand years of fame, I buried your life, a delicate country, a ridiculous life without a king.

2 1, peach blossom is lonely, because it grows for people touched by love; Bloom for the injured. 22. The Phoenix that once played here, so that this place is named after them, failed to keep the appointment and waited all night. From then on, Wan Li cried.

23. In this world, when 32313133532363134313032313635333EB893EB19E3/kloc-. 24, still water flows deeply, and songs are sung; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.

25. The past, covered by years, passed by in a hurry, throwing a faint sadness in a hurry. 26. You leave this season without sadness.

Only endless thoughts are spreading wildly. 27. Life can be full of joy, and there is no regret in death.

28, store up eternal love, crush deep red acacia. 29. The river is lonely, its banks are dark green, and you are everywhere.

30. Caring about the charm of Qingyuan is an unreachable sadness, such as the lonely moon in Wei Yun, which can only be seen from the horizon. 3 1, lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.

Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are. 32. Sighing the tears of a red face and the death of a hero, there are many sufferings in the world.

Mountains and rivers are always silent, how can we be happy? 33. Dusk is like smoke, clouds are full of illusions, and Dianthus sounds like maple bells; Brewmaster, an idle man, gave birth to a poem, let him have a drink.

Du Ying Buyi, Lonely Wind and Poetic Moon, Going to Stay, Mei Mei Bird; Gardenia blossoms have soil and flowers, and autumn pools are cold, rainy and old. The ups and downs of life and the signs of the world's haste naturally appear before us. Turning around silently, distant mountains and flowing water, red dust and diaries, mottled and memories all cover up the dust fate of more people in the ink-like picture scroll.

35. Don't go north. Looking back, it was amber.

Turn for a lifetime. Dust fell and washed away the lead. Who trapped her hands and poured out the world for her? Who won the beauty and traveled around the world with her? The wind blows the sand into a desert, so you wait for me, waiting for ten years of long meditation.

When I meet you, I am destined to be above you. He looks for the green void, below, the yellow spring. 36. How many beauties have been lost and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood and tears.

37, sitting alone in front of the mirror, the face is vicissitudes, and people are leaning against the wall. 38. If you can really take Wan Li Road, why miss you for thousands of years? It's better to look at your moment. 39. Who will really see the end of the world with whom, a beautiful face, white hair, or a wonderful flower in the sea.

40. The sound of light and shadow is still cold, and the water is still cold. In the dream, the silk and bamboo sang softly. Outside the building, outside the mountain and outside the mountain, the geese are not returned. Looking back too early, people who forgot Sichuan's father were in tears. 4 1, Fire-stained Fenglin, Qionghu song month, Yilou Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine.

Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same. 42, Han Xiao boundless, holding the bustling sadness, bending his brow, destiny takes a hand, become a thing of the past.

43. At the beginning of the world of mortals, mountains and rivers are boundless. Facing the initial heart, smashing nightmares is impermanent, and life is unparalleled.

44. This paper is a little old and fuzzy. But every sketch, every trace, seems to record the yearning that spans thousands of years.

45, the edge is like water, with a lot of dust, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter. 46, holding the old, imprisoning time and space, all of a sudden to the end of time.

The dream is full of flowers, and this feeling is not over and unforgettable. Although the string is broken, the song is still young. 47, illusory, once met, you will never forget it.

What's wrong with leaving a smile when you don't know your host? 48. The emergence of our generation in the world is a reminder of the years when we entered the rivers and lakes; Talking and laughing, you can't live a drunken life.

49. If you win, you will lose, and you will be sad and hate. There is wine today, and I will be drunk tomorrow. 50. Never look back, why not?

Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names. Today, everything is like water.

Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger. 5 1, fate met, no chance to meet, the ends of the earth, I hope to remember each other.

Knowing each other is lucky, but being together is not lucky. The sky is vast and the moon is bright, and it lasts forever. 52. After a brief encounter, love is too slow, and I am in a dilemma. Can I go ashore after the reunion? 53. My heart moves slightly, but I feel far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, everything is wrong, and the past cannot be traced. 54. Time and space are boundless, and so are people. When I meet you, I won't forget it.

55. Would it be the same if I spoke first? The sea is still limited, and acacia is boundless.

57. Drunk eyes look at others in pairs, and no one is secretly crying. 58. How do you know that a thousand roads lead to the same goal? Walking in the snow in Xun Mei won't stop and look back at the end of the day.

4. Ask for some beautiful poems, all of which are the works of the ancients: I am incompetent, and present some poems written by myself, please correct me.

Bring wine to the wind

Sigh young and frivolous, let go of ancient and modern shame.

Remember the green water in front of the door and some new troubles.

See Chi Pan Spring Festival Gala, Yunsuo Building.

Sad to death, especially at work, Leng Qingqiu.

How sad and hateful you are, don't look back, you must be free.

Time flies, the water flows eastward, hitting the swim and waiting for no one!

Fuck BMW, I finally found my bosom friend and got drunk!

Canglangxiao

The six countries are lonely, and the ten-year-old girl is old.

Lonely, who plays the flute and drums.

Flowing clouds and flowing water are calm, and the bright moon shines on the Xijiang Pavilion.

Riding a thousand times, a dream is fading.

Dancing, colorful clouds around.

It's hard to leave sadness.

Phantom? Love!

Lanshan rafting

A solitary light is on, and no one has waited for a long time.

The song floats on the river and flows with the water.

Who's with me? A sail, a shadow and a boat.

Old friends are separated, and life is hard to turn back.

The autumn wind shattered the moon shadow, after dusk.

Lonely geese sing, a piano, a flute and a pot of wine.

5. Are there any beautiful poems? Beautiful poem.

one

This is a foreign land where you woke up from a hangover.

Incomplete moonlight

It is so easy to sing a thin swan song.

Scratch dawn

Cicadas falling from the treetops are still telling this.

A prophecy (usually unlucky) that is considered to have been fulfilled.

Don't be too old for you to know.

How carefully I used to pull my thumb.

Say I love you.

two

Can you reach heaven through the sun?

Gently erect your index finger.

Others are clamoring for fatigue, and I am hiding my injuries.

So what? After all these years,

Accustomed to sleepless nights

Through street after street.

Even if you don't mention the past.

Or my own wound

three

Scrub the dusty road with tears.

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

This summer is fading away.

Some sentences have been forgotten by us.

Forgotten by us

Look out the window.

Red as water.

four

You said the ring finger was a broken chapter.

Maybe I should have known.

Happiness is just a stream of water, but it is scooped with the shallowest spoon.

What are you talking about? I will send you a flower, and you will stay away from here.

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

five

My little finger no longer hurts.

And the past.

Forget each other in rivers and lakes

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

Looking at the world of mortals, everything is slowly indifferent, but the fingers are cold.

Maybe you and I are at the crossroads in the world of mortals.

Look at the Fei Ying grass growing in the distance

6. The beautiful poem about the flowers on the other side (Manzhu Shahua) is called the flowers on the other side three days before and after the vernal equinox, and the flowers on the other side three days before and after the autumnal equinox are the days of going to the grave.

Flowers bloom on the other side of autumn, which is very punctual, so it is called the other side flower. The flowers over there bloom over there, but you can't see the leaves when they bloom, and you can't see the flowers when there are leaves. Flowers and leaves don't meet, and life is wrong.

This flower blooms a lot on the road of death. From a distance, it looks like a carpet paved with blood. It is called "the road of fire" because of its fiery flame, and it is also the only scenery and color on this long road of death. They form a fiery red flower road, guiding people to the other side of Sanchuan River, and people follow the guidance of this flower to the prison of the underworld.

In fact, the flower on the other side originally meant the flower in the sky, red, one of the four auspicious flowers in the sky. Flowers on the other side, the gentleness of the devil.

Legend has it that the flower that voluntarily went to hell was sent back by many demons, but it still lingered on the road of death. The demons couldn't bear it, so they agreed to let her drive on this road to guide and comfort the souls who left the human world. Flowers bloom on the other side, heartbroken grass is sad and heartbroken. What can we do in front of Naihe Bridge? The flowers on the other side bloom in front of Sansheng Stone, and the flowers on the other side weep alone, and the gorgeous people do not return.

At the end of the world, who will read? Yellow eyes all the way. Fallen leaves come from the roots, flowers bloom alone, and they are reborn from generation to generation. Flowers and fallen leaves are sad and empty.

Don't lament that the human soul is desolate, how can you know that life and death are far apart! Life is like a dream, dreams are like life, the world of life, fate is determined by heaven, today is a dream, tomorrow is a sigh, the curtain leads the third generation, and it is defeated in the previous life. Fate is predestined, there is no regret, things are not noble, feelings are priceless, feelings are unfathomable, thoughts are endless, flowers bloom on the other side, brains forget to make friends, flowers fall on the other side, feelings are boundless, life is like a dream, dreams are like life, and feelings have no beginning or end. Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death. Sanskrit paramita clouds go to the other shore to explain the meaning, rise and fall like water, have waves, that is, leave this shore without birth or death, and flow like water frequently, that is, make this shore transcend the realm of life and death, that is to say, this shore is the other shore of nirvana. Buddha said that there is no life, no death, no pain, no sorrow, no desire and no desire on the other side, and there are flowers outside the three realms that are not born in the five elements and have no leaves, and the leaves are long and have no flowers; Miss each other but can't meet each other, alone on the other side.

There are too many, so I won't post them for you section by section. Can I recommend a website for you? Si=2 contains many things, but mainly legends. Let me tell you: the sentence of the flower on the other side: 1 Flowers bloom on the other side, and flowers bloom on the other side without leaves.

2. Blood-red flowers on the other side, with memories of past lives and heartbreaking pain, bloom in this life. A large area of blood-red flowers on the other side are in full bloom, reflecting a shocking latosolic red, enchanting and moving. Blood red is called "the road of fire" and is the only scenery and color on the yellow road.

Legend has it that the flowers on the other side can arouse the memory of the soul before death. When the soul has forgotten Sichuan, it will forget all kinds of things before it dies. Everything once stayed on the other side and became an enchanting flower, and the soul will follow the guidance of the flower to the prison of the underworld. -"Hell Girl" 3 dazzling blood.

It blooms again after the boundless prosperity has fallen. It's poison and medicine.

This is the last feast for eternal rest. They say you are a flower on both sides of the Taiwan Strait.

They say you can evoke the memories of the dead in their previous lives. They say you swept the whole world.

They say you are blooming on a distant, inaccessible shore. Flowers and leaves do not meet.

I see leaves, but there are no flowers. Goodbye, the leaves are gone when the flowers bloom.

Then who made a vicious oath with whom. Without separation, is it possible?

Never seen, cruel. It would be wrong not to meet each other.

The fire road is shining, and blood and rain are everywhere. I can't get it out of my ear. Six roots are not nets, but Meng Po's extradition.

Before reborn, make one last wish. Give your forehead a hand, have you ever heard of it?

Manjusri Shahua, also known as Ghost Flower, is blazing in color, just like hatred that can't be dispelled ... 4. Anything can be simple if you want. -Anne Baby's Flowers on the Other Side 12 Painful love is true, only happiness is false.

I once thought that the flowers were full of the moon.

Love is just a game set by fate. -Anne Baby's Flowers on the Other Side 13 I ignore all feelings and phenomena except my own care and attention.

-Anne Baby's "Flowers on the other shore" 14 People's lives should be rich and flawed, and defects are the export of the soul. -Anne Baby's flowers are on the other side. I found so much for you that I was moved by%>_.

7. Tragedy on Naihe Bridge There are many poems related to Naihe Bridge:

Yellow road

There is nothing you can do on Naihe Bridge, but you can't forget Hechuan River.

There is no right or wrong before the Sanshengshi, and there must be Meng Po at Wangxiangtai.

this life

Set foot on Huang Quan Road and set foot on Naihe Bridge;

Goodbye to the forgotten river and meet at the station in my hometown.

Trembling carved sansheng stone, a bowl of Mengpo soup;

I haven't been together in my last life, and I have no chance in this life.

There is no soul on Naihe Bridge, and there is no memory of past life.

Meng po's soup is forgotten in the world of mortals, and I only hope that I will not meet you in the afterlife.

Vines around trees

Even, you and I agreed for a hundred years.

If anyone dies at the age of 97, Naiheqiao will wait three years.

Even, you and I agreed for a hundred years.

Love only wants to be together for a long time, Naiheqiao for a thousand years.

Even, you and I agreed for a hundred years.

I'm not afraid of falling into samsara forever, but I just want to love each other forever.

Even, you and I agreed for a hundred years.

I don't envy the endless joy of the Western Heaven, but I envy Yuanyang instead of immortals.

this life

Step into the grave and never look back, forget Sichuan.

I want to look back, but when I see the countryside, I lament.

Looking back, I can't stop crying, but I can't forget it.

Stay up late to drink the tears of the world and pray for the next life.

8. If you want a lot of beautiful ancient poems, you should also source them one by one. In a moment, the horizon is close at hand; Once I think about it, it's far away.

Second, I was blind, lost my temple and chased the boy away. After a thousand years, you only replied, long time no see.

Third, the spring breeze is very shallow, like endless peach blossoms. The willow trees that blew over the river bank and the people who blew over the river bank were loose and fast. It was a good time at that time. I met you under such a good willow tree, and I have seen you for ten thousand years.

Fourth, the distant mountains and fresh water are light, taking pictures is lonely and people are drunk. The sky is blue, the rain is soft, and a little bit is always fragile, which makes people cry.

Whose hand did you hold when crossing the world of mortals, but I lost weight in the spring and autumn with the years.

Six, spring water soup, instant boundless, catkins soft, flowing water flying.

Seven, what is missing, lovesickness night. A white-headed promise, this life has been fixed. Ten miles long street, the wind is afraid. It's snowing all over the sky, who to say goodbye to.

Eight, drinking wine alone, how can a can of drunken dreams be better than lingering thoughts. Loneliness and self-appreciation, sadness everywhere, the night is still young, dark melancholy. In the past, it was Yuen Long Garden, and the words were silent, so I couldn't throw them away. Peach blossoms in full bloom are scars.

Nine, an inch of acacia, an inch of gray, who brings the fleeting time, chaotic floating life.

Ten, you abandon me for ten thousand years, it will be my sin.

Eleven, nine horses painted mountains, a few days of fate, accompanied by life, do not envy others.

Twelve, if you miss, three thousand worlds, millions of bodhi beings, why smile with me alone, just to meet you? If it is fate, after a hundred knots of snuff, three feet of snow and a night of white hair, there is nothing to say, but only ashes, and there is no resurgence-the life of the warlord Chen in the bonfire play.

13. On the pear blossoms like spring rain, the pear blossoms are dripping between buildings, and the rain is woven into plain silk. Looking for the rhyme of Momo in the Tang Dynasty, looking for the charm in Zhuo Yi's graceful Song Ci, shallow sadness came to the rain of poetry alone, with classical melancholy. The golden harp has fifty strings, one string and one column sighing for the New Year, and a sense of loneliness of Li Shangyin is folded up, falling into the buildings bit by bit and tied into a word order. There is only one unforgettable concern in the world, and that is unforgettable.

14. On the bank of the agarwood pavilion, there are peony flowers in the spring breeze, a window full of acacia, just like water rouge in dim light, a dreamy Jiangnan, a pair of misty and charming eyes, soft as the spring breeze. If the rain falls, Liu Mei depicts this bend, and Shuang Yan Xi will return to meet you. If you don't know the flower language, who is the flower lingering with? A wisp of acacia is soft and stretched. If you want to return to your heart from a clean stream, your thoughts will be hazy, your eyes will be white, and you will look at Lian Bu Mountain.

Fifteen, wake up in the afternoon, pine window bamboo households, full of natural and unrestrained. Wild birds are coming, which is a general leisure. It's weird. It makes people want to go down. All the old allies are here, but the newcomers are nothing. Not talking?

Sixteen, actors into the painting, endless. The actor takes off his makeup and the song is over.

Seventeen, the prosperity is gone, and the lead is gone; Ritual is like a dream, and the moon is sunny; Sorrow and sorrow, sorrow and separation; A paper confession, why cry. At the end of the curtain, how much chill dyed the full moon red, covered with desolation, and broke the silence of the night.

18700 years ago, you said: Meeting only for parting. 700 years later, you said: reincarnation is just to wait. I don't know how many years have passed, and I am finally willing to fold the last peach blossom at the end of the year. .

Nineteen, the history book turned over this night, and the memory was sealed. The mandarin duck brocade painted this lonely floating life. Who is still waiting for Chang 'an's oath, who is too serious.

Standing in the cold winter wind, the heavy snow all over the sky is wrapping this cold city into a whirlpool. I can't help crying when I think of that sincere and priceless friendship that has passed away.

Twenty-one, I am free and unfettered, gossiping about Sang Ma. After listening to a pipa, there is nothing to worry about.

Twenty-two years old, a short life, why hate? Make things in the cup. The view of beauty is not enough, just like roaming and painting a wall. Wealth is hard to last, fame is useless, and snow melts in hot weather. See through, why fight for heroes? A hundred flowers fall, and they will still struggle for hair next year. It is hard to say goodbye to an old friend, and the firefly in the dream goes out. Since falling into the world of mortals, the vicissitudes of life have gone through and turned into frost. Regardless of honor or disgrace, a pure heart is like a bright moon.

Twenty-three, the dream of the first case is still strong, and it is said that the flowers are drunk. The sun is calm and the shadow is idle. Tan ban Qing ge, pear flower is plain snow. In the thick spring, in the middle of the Mekong River, I have a cloud flower, beautiful and fragrant, if the white lotus flower blooms; You, with a rhyme of both rigidity and softness, are gentle and elegant, like flowing water. On the moonlit night by the river, the painting boat listens to the rain and sleeps, and there is a beautiful reunion. When the moon enters the song fan, the flowers bear the drums. Embroidered pavilions hide spring, and idle windows lock the day. Green plum cooks wine, and the words are the same as before. Deep in the water clouds, misty rain blooms.

Twenty-four, the flowers are still dripping with the lost water, and a spring dream is different from the dawn of the night. I once wrote a book for the residual butterfly, and I was dumbfounded for a long time. The iron pen became sad, tears fell with the words, and the crescent moon fell in memory of those childhood friends.

Twenty-five, the breeze dances the bright moon, and the dream falls. Wake up from a dream, like a lifetime ago, and your brow is full of acacia. Lonely in the world, drunk and dreamy, insatiable. Worried thoughts have no boundaries. A person in front of the window, watching the fallen flowers, under the yellow flower tree, are you touching the jade emperor again?

Twenty-six, the original vows of eternal love said it again, as if it were all over!

Twenty-seven, at this moment, you have nothing to ask for, nothing to worry about, no gold and no silver, you and me.