Seven poems of love in the world of mortals

The seven verses of love in the world of mortals are as follows:

1, "Ancient Dai Tian Ren Fu" Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji. As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment. Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.

The homecoming of western Western jackdaw in the sunset has aroused my worries. Only the willows by the pool show green buds. If it weren't for the sadness of parting and the torture of not hating, I wouldn't believe that someone in this world would really be sad and bald. When you are separated from the intestine, tears will flow desperately. With the love of acacia, I once again boarded the little red chamber. I know there are countless mountains interrupting the distant sky, but I still can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it.

2. Untitled East tang style blows misty rain: Li Shangyin. The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water. Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never-ending, even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? !

The east wind is rustling and the drizzle is flying with the wind. There is a light thunder outside the lotus pond. A golden toad incense burner, with a lock button, is filled with cigarettes, elegant and shaped like a jade tiger pulley, and pulls a rope to pump well water. Jia's daughter peeked at Han Shou through the curtains because she loved his youth and beauty. Wang Wei dreamed that Zhen Shiyin had a pillow and compared her poems to Fu Fei. Oh, my heart is no longer sprouting, the flower of spring; So as not to make me miss you inch by inch, and Hua Song lost his ashes.

Love in the world of mortals goes like this:

1, you are my Zen, beauty; You are my lotus, pure and flawless; You are my tea, fragrant and pleasant; You are my wine, intoxicating; You are my love, and I will always love you.

2, the world of mortals has you, I just want to wait for you in time, don't be surprised, don't be disturbed, don't be sad, don't leave, let flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and clouds are smooth, just want to see a lingering ink and fog in your eyes.

3, the world of mortals has you, you are my Zen, you are beautiful; You are my lotus, pure and flawless; You are my tea, fragrant and pleasant; You are my wine, intoxicating; You are my love, and I will always love you.