I've been away long ago, willows and willows are still hanging. Now I come to think of the rain and snow. I ask you how many worries you have, just like a river flowing eastward in spring. Looking back, I have always been in a bleak place, and there is no wind or rain. Have you not seen the Yellow River's water come up from the sky and rush into the sea, never to return? May we spend a long time together in the moonlight.
Sunset clouds and lone ducks fly together in autumn water, sharing the same color in the sky. Looking back, I've always been in a bleak place, and I've returned without rain or clear sky. Have you not seen the Yellow River's water come from the sky and rush into the sea, never to return? After the new rain, I hang on the southeast branch and want to see a thousand miles more. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river flowing eastward in spring.
I miss you, but I don't know when I'll see you again. I'm embarrassed this night. Li Bai's Autumn Wind 2. A beautiful woman is fated to die young. A beautiful woman often has a bad fate. Once a beautiful woman dies, she will become a passer-by in history. 3. Flowing light easily turns people red, cherries green, and plantains green. Jiang Jie's "Sapphire Case: Yuan Xi" Alone in a foreign land, as a stranger, I miss my family more than ever during the festive season. Wang Wei's " Remembering the Shandong Brothers on September 9th " The world is like a chess game, unpredictable, life is like a dream, fleeting. Bai Pu's "Tianjing Sand·Autumn Thoughts"
The night bell of the Red Lotus Temple resounded through the secluded valley, and the mournful sound lingered around the beam, like resentment, like admiration, like tears, like complaints. Lovesickness and longing are destined to be blind dates. When the lights are waning, I suddenly look back, but that person is there. Time flies. Time flies. A hundred years pass in a blink of an eye. Life is short. Cherish the present. Outside the pavilion, the ancient road is surrounded by fragrant grass and green sky. The evening breeze blows the willows, and the flute's sound remains the setting sun beyond the mountains. Six days of the horizon, the corner of the earth, half of the friends are scattered. The lights are waning, and people sit alone in the lonely night. Who will be with me? Walking alone in the world of mortals, the green wisteria rustles the lapels of my clothes, and the blue clouds wet my promise. Mountains and water can forget each other, the sun and moon can have nothing to do with each other. At that time, there was only one person's Ukiyo Qinghuan and one person's long-lasting stream.
How much joy is there in a dream of life? 2 alone on a tall building, looking at the end of the road. Sorrow and joy, separation and reunion are always merciless. 4. The flowers fall and the river flows in loneliness. I miss you, but I don't know when I'll meet you again.
The setting sun is like blood, the flowers are withered, the leaves are withered, the lonely person walks alone, the lonely tree stands alone, the lonely scenery stands alone, the lonely beauty, the lonely longing, the lonely dream, the lonely soul, the lonely sorrow. Dreaming back to the starting point, I can't go back to the starting point, there is no end, the end is not the starting point, time flies, beauty is easy to age, youth is no longer only memories, what remains in my heart is that sadness, that reluctance, that eternal longing. 3. Leaning alone on the roof, looking at the broken horizon, tears falling between my eyebrows, my heart addicted to longing, endless pain, meeting in a dream, but only strangers, time flies, leaving only that loneliness and helplessness. When the lights are waning, I suddenly look back, but that person is in the waning lights, the rain is falling, playing the piano, sighing, the song is over, the loneliness is still gently missing, the long night, the long life, the sadness is still the long world, the long life, the long longing. Time flies like water, time flies like a song, flashy life, forget a season. The memories were confused and lingering. Her smile was devoid of loneliness. the strings miss the years of splendor. Those years were like a dream, like flowing water, gone forever. I don't cry, I don't say goodbye, I don't complain about my death. Spring is like an old friend, empty and thin, tear-stained red, through the silk.
I miss you in my dreams. The bright moon is like a hook, lonely in the long night. in the wind and rain, the beautiful face is easily gone. Where is the beauty of quiet years? Looking back, I've always been in a bleak place, and I've returned without rain or clear sky. Have you not seen the Yellow River's water come from the sky and rush into the sea, never to return? Can't you see the bright mirror in the high hall sad, white hair in the morning like black silk, turning into snow in the evening? Have you not seen the Yellow River's water come up from the sky and rush into the sea, never to return? Can't you see the bright mirror in the high hall sad, white hair in the morning like black silk, turning into snow in the evening? In this life, there is no need to force it. 6. Flower-dropping people stand alone, and swallows fly in pairs. In Dream Seeker, the road flew in the rain and flowers fell. When will the bright moon appear? I take my wine and ask the blue sky. I wonder what year it is in the palace in heaven. I want to go back with the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold to be high in Qionglou Yuyu. I dance to make clear how the shadow seems to be in the world. Have you not seen the bright mirror in the high hall, sad that white hair in the morning is like black hair, turning into snow in the evening? In this life, there is no need to insist on the fickleness of gathering and parting. It was better to let go of everything and let fate arrange it.
Red makeup wedding dress tears dyed spring shirt alone leaning on the tower moon like a hook. 2 The zither and lyre are still in the royal years, and who will I forget? Will you be safe after we leave? How are I? Where did my longing break? 4. Long longing, looks, short longing, endless. Thinking of you is like a full moon.
1. Flowing Light easily turns people red, cherries green, and plantains green. 2. Outside the long pavilion, the ancient road is surrounded by fragrant grass and green sky. The evening breeze blows the willows, and the flute's sound remains the setting sun beyond the mountains. Three days of the horizon, the corner of the earth, half of the friends are scattered. A curtain of dreamy moon, like a hook, gloomy clouds, sad people's hearts. When I leave, I turn my head and look back at the lights. 5. In the empty mountains, fresh rain hangs on the southeast branches.
The wind rises high in the sky, the apes howl, the white birds fly back to the clear sand of the mournful isles. Endless trees fall and the endless Yangtze River rolls down. I'm always a guest in autumn, sad for thousands of miles. I've been sick for a hundred years, and I'm alone on the stage. I'm in trouble, bitter resentment, frosty hair, downcast hair, I've just stopped drinking. 2. Flowing Light easily turns people red, cherries green, and plantains green. Looking back, I've always been in a bleak place. I've returned without rain or clear sky. The affairs of the world are like chess, unpredictable. Winning a game, losing a game, a lifetime of emotions. Falling red is not a heartless thing that turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
1. Flowing Light easily turns people red, cherries green, and plantains green. When I leave, I turn my head and look back at the lights. Things are the same, people are different, everything is not the same, tears flow first. The world is like a chess game, unpredictable, win or lose, a long road. Don't let the fleeting years pass by, don't let the youth have no regrets.