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1. "When you are old": When you are old, your head is white, you are sleepy, and you are napping by the fire, please take down this poem, read it slowly, recall the softness of your eyes in the past, and recall their heavy shadows in the past; How many people love the joyful hours of your youth, your beauty, false or true, and only one loves your pilgrim's soul, and loves the painful wrinkles of your old face; Hanging its head, beside the red-glowing stove, it whispered sadly about the passing of love, and on the hill above it paced slowly, hiding its face in the midst of a group of stars.

2. "Linjiang Immortal": After the dream, the building is locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up. Last year, when the spring hatred came. Falling flowers are independent, and micro swifts are □□. I remember the first time I saw Xiaofeng, the two hearts of the word Luo Yi, and the pipa strings said lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it was back from the clouds.

3. "Singing to the Moon": You have enveloped the quiet mist all over the forest stream, and my soul has been completely dissolved; I spread my soft hope all over my countryside, and related lovingly like the eyes of a confidant. My heart often rejoices with the aftermath of joy and sorrow. Hesitating between pain and happiness, when there is no one. Flow, lovely little river! I will never rejoice again: oaths, hugs, and songs flowed like this. I also possessed this rare treasure for a time! It will fill your heart with sorrow and never forget your feelings! Singing, the river along the valley, not restless, singing, please low and clear for my song! Let the waves rise in the harsh winter night, or urge the tender stamen to bloom in the sunny spring dynasty. Happiness, who can hide from the world without hatred, and enjoy it with him with a confidant. The one who people guessed or didn't expect wandered through the labyrinth in the chest and wandered through the night.

4. "Morning Glory": Morning Glory, a Han girl in the Bright River. Slender hands, zaza lanes. All day long, sobbing like rain. The river is clear and shallow, and it is a little different. Yingying is in the water, and the pulse is silent.

5. "To the Oak Tree": If I love you - never like a climbing flower, borrowing your high branches to show off; If I love you, I will never learn from the infatuated birds, repeating simple songs for the shade; It's not just like a spring, it brings cool comfort all year round; It's not just like a dangerous peak, increasing your height and setting off your majesty. Even daylight. Even spring rains. No, that's not enough! I must be a kapok near you, standing with you as the image of a tree. Roots, clinging to the ground, leaves, touching in the clouds. We greeted each other with every gust of wind, but no one understood our words. Thou hast thy branches of brass and thy iron like knives, like swords, and like halberds; I have my red flowers, like a heavy sigh, and like a heroic torch, and we share the cold waves, the wind and thunder, and the thunderbolts; We share the mist, the stream, the haper. It seems to be separated forever, but they are dependent on each other for life. This is the great love, and the steadfastness is here: love - not only love your majestic body, but also love the position you hold onto, the land under your feet.

6. "Jin Se": Jin Se gratuitously fifty strings, one string and one pillar Si Hua Nian. Zhuang Shengxiao dreams of butterflies, and hopes that the emperor will trust the cuckoo in spring. There are tears in the pearl of the sea and the moon, and the blue field is warm and the jade is smoking. This situation can be recalled, but it was already clear at the time.

7. "A Blossoming Tree": How to let you meet me in my most beautiful moment, for this I have been praying in front of the Buddha for 500 years, begging him to let us have a relationship with the earth. The Buddha then turned me into a tree, growing beside the road you must pass, and it was full of flowers in the sun, and the flowers were the hope of my past life. When you approach, please listen, the trembling leaves are the enthusiasm I waited, and when you finally walked by in defiance, and fell to the ground behind you...... Friend, that's not a petal, it's my withered heart!

8. "Qihuai": A few times the flowers sit down and blow the flute, and the red wall of the silver man looks into the distance. It seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind is exposed and the midnight is upset. Lingering thoughts and pulling out the cocoon, like a sad heart peeling banana. In March and May of three or five years, the poor glass of wine never went away.

9. "Beautiful Girl in the Gallery": There is a still life painting of vegetables and you looking at it, so quiet. The colors in the still life vibrate with the intensity of their own existence. How can they be strangers without light, and I love that you stand so quietly in the intensity of the light you carry.

10. "More Leaks": Jade furnace incense, red candle tears, partial to the painting hall autumn thoughts. The eyebrows are thin, the temples are cloudy, and the night is long and cold. Sycamore trees, three more rain, not to leave the love is bitter. A leaf, a sound, the empty steps drip to the light.

11. "Between You and Me": Between you and me, love is so light, calm and pure, like transparent air, like clear flowing water, rushing between the moon and the moon in the water that day.

12. "Seeing Joy": Going up to the West Building alone without a word, the moon is like a hook. Lonely Wutong deep courtyard lock Qingqiu. Cut constantly, the reason is still messy, it is sorrowful. Don't just have a general taste in mind.

13. "Worries": It is said to be the sorrow of the lonely autumn, and it is said to be the lovesickness of the distant sea. If someone asks me about my troubles, I dare not say your name. I dare not say your name, if someone asks me about my troubles: it is said that it is the lovesickness of the distant sea, and it is the sorrow of the lonely autumn.

14. "Yulin Bell": The cold cicadas are poignant, the long pavilion is late, and the showers are at the beginning. The capital tent has no clue, and Fang is nostalgic and Lanzhou urges. Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the twilight is heavy and the sky is wide. Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more so Kan and snub the Qingqiu Festival! Where to wake up tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. This past year should be a good day and a good time. Even if there are thousands of styles, who to say

15. "Monologues": Under the eroded columns, between dreams and nothingness, the voice of your name pierces □□ hour of my sleep. Your long light red hair is the lightning of summer, undulating on the back of the night with the power of sweet □□. The dark waters of the dream flow through the ruins, and from nothingness make you up: braids of pain, forgotten. The wet shore in the night, clapping against a sleepwalking ocean, saw nothing.

16. "A Cut of Plums": Red lotus fragrance remnants of jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book to the wild goose word back, the moon was full in the west building. The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.

17. "Farewell to Cambridge": Gently I go, just as I come gently; I beckoned softly, and made a cloud of the western sky. The golden willow on the bank of the river is the bride in the sunset; The beautiful shadow in the waves ripples in my heart. The green wattles on the soft mud are swaggering at the bottom of the water; In the soft waves of the River Cam, I am willing to be a water weed. The pool under the shade of the elm is not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky crumpled among the floating algae, precipitating a rainbow-like dream. Dream-seeking to support a penny, to the grass greener; Loaded with a boatload of starlight, singing in the starlight. But I can't play songs, quietly it's a parting sheng flute; Xia Worm is also silent for me, and silence is Kangqiao tonight. Quietly I went, as quietly I came; I waved my sleeves and didn't take a cloud with me.

18. "Magpie Treading Branches": The threshold chrysanthemum is sorrowful and the smoke orchid is crying. The curtain is cold, and the swallows □□ go. Mingyue does not know how to leave hatred and suffering. The oblique light came to the dawn and pierced Zhu Hu. Last night the west wind withered the green trees. Go up to the tall building alone and look at the end of the world. I want to send color notes and rulers. The mountains and rivers are wide and they know where

19. "My Heart and My Everything": I want you to take my heart and everything I have, I only ask you to leave me a pair of eyes so that I can see you. There is nothing in me that you have not conquered. You have taken its life and you have taken its death with you, and if I have to lose anything, I wish you would take me with me, and I beg you to leave me a pair of eyes that I may see you.

20. "Queqiao Immortal": The clouds are clever, the flying stars spread hatred, and the silver man is dark. As soon as the golden wind and jade dew meet, they will win and there are countless people in the world. Tenderness is like water, the best period is like a dream, and you can endure the return of the Magpie Bridge. If the two love for a long time, how can they be there, morning and twilight?

21. "My Love Is Not a Nightingale": My Love Is Not a Nightingale, Awakened at the Dawn Greeting, on the Earth Prosperous by the Kiss of the Sun, It Sings a Beautiful Song. My love is not a lovely garden, with white doves floating on the quiet lake, nodding to the moonlight reflected in the water, its snow-white neck. My love is not a happy home, it is like a garden, filled with peace, and in it is happiness, and a mother lives and gives birth to a fairy: beautiful joy. My love is a desolate forest; Among them is jealousy, like a robber, with a sword in its hand: despair, and every stab is a cruel death.

22. "Qingyu Case": Thousands of trees bloom on the night of the east wind, and they blow down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night. The moth snow willow is golden, and the smile is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

23. "Tightly Bonded": I grew up just for you. Cut me down, my acacia tree needs your kindness. I grew into a flower just for you. Cut me, I don't know if this lily is budding or growing into a flower. I'm Bibo Yihong, and it's for you. Drink me, even the crystals are jealous that my water is so clear. I grew wings for you. Hunt me, I am the moth of the lamp that flies around your passion. For your sake, I am willing to suffer that your love hurts me, and makes me sweet! Axes and hunting nets also make me happy, scissors and thirsty drinks also make me like! I dedicate all my blood to you, my love. This blood-clotted scar is not as beautiful as any button, and what jewelry is more beautiful than it, and I pinned seven bone spurs to my hair instead of a crystal hairpin. I replaced the agate earrings with red-hot fireballs in my ears. You laugh at me watching me endure such suffering. You're going to be miserable, and then you're no longer my sweetheart!

24. "The Evil": I want to know you and live a long life. There are no tombs in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder and earthquakes in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are combined, and you dare to be with you!

25. "I wish I was, your summer": I wish I was, your summer, when the summer days fly away! I am still the music to your ears, when the nightingale and the oriole are exhausted. Bloom for you, escape from the cemetery, and let my flowers bloom in rows! Pluck me, autumn peony - your flower - always yours!

26. "Leaving a Farewell Wife": Married as husband and wife, love and affection are not doubtful. Joy is on tonight, graceful and good. Zhengfu Huai is far away, and the night is gone, so he goes to leave here. The march is on the battlefield, and there is no time to see each other. Shake hands and sigh, tears are goodbye. Try to love Chunhua, don't forget the joyful time. Life should come back, death should be Sauvignon Blanc. 166 Reading Network