vI don’t know what to say, so I just found a song.

Yulinling Liu Yong

The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the shower has begun to stop.

There is no trace of drinking in the Dumen tent. Fang Lian is at the place where Lanzhou urges him to go.

Looking at each other with tears in their hands, they were speechless and choked.

Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads across the sky.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival!

Where will you wake up tonight? Willow bank, dawn wind and waning moon.

After so many years, it should be a time of good times and good times.

Even if there are thousands of styles, who can tell them?

Answer: WZWHATER - Senior Manager Level 6 9-18 21:05

Li Yu's "Meeting Happily":

Separation from hatred is like spring grass, more capable There is life even further away.

How many leisure and sorrows are there? A Sichuan tobacco, the wind of the city, and the yellow plums in the rain.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more desolate in the Qingqiu Festival. < /p>

The bright moon does not know the pain of separation and hatred, and the slanting light penetrates Zhuhu at dawn.

The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water.

It is the sorrow of separation that keeps cutting and is still chaotic. Respondent: siboe - Jianghu Rookie Level 4 9-18 21:07

Leave as soon as you leave, leave if you can't bear to leave, why are there so many things?

Answer: liu231687188 - Newbie Jianghu Level 2 9-18 21:13

On the third floor, they told me everything. I checked for a long time and the results all told me ~ Bad luck

Answer: wyc1124xf - Soldier level 9-18 21:44

Song: Actually I don’t want to leave

Singer: Zhou Huajian Album: Rain or shine

You always say I’m here

p>

When I am lonely like this

I want to contact you

But the love I talk about

is not enough

Just talk and leave

How could you not understand me

How could you not know

A woman’s heart is fragile

Loneliness is not me

I can’t bear it

It’s just every day

I miss you too much

In fact, I don’t want to leave

< p>Actually, I want to stay

Stay with you every spring, summer, autumn and winter

You have to believe me

It won’t take long

I want you to spend this life with me

In fact, I don’t want to leave

In fact, I want to stay

Stay with you every spring, summer, autumn and winter

You have to believe me

It won’t be long

I want you to spend this life with me

(music)

How could you not understand me

How could you not understand

A woman’s heart is fragile

Loneliness is not mine

Can’t bear it

p>

Just every day

I miss you too much

Actually I don’t want to leave

Actually I want to stay

Stay Accompany you every spring, summer, autumn and winter

You have to believe me

It won’t be long

I want you to spend this life with me

Actually I don’t want to leave

Actually I want to stay

Stay with you every spring, summer, autumn and winter

You have to believe me

again It won’t take long

I want you to spend this life with me

Answer: Hao Hao 1983 - Jianghu Rookie Level 4 9-18 22:18

1

Magnolia

Zhang Xian

We can only dream of meeting each other after separation. The dust of horseshoes outside the door has moved. Leave the song of resentment to be listened to when you are drunk, and send it away when your eyes are too far away to see it in the sky.

Who knows the beauty tonight? Swallowing the phoenix on the pipa trough. There is nothing more sentimental than anything in life, and the river is not as deep as the mountain.

Answer: Ghost of the Western Region - Born with the same Jinshi Level 6 9-19 01:24

Too broad. Make it clear

Answer: You know the prank - Apprentice Magician Level 2 9-19 04:34

I found seven songs, maybe there is one that suits your taste

1. Rain Lin Ling Liu Yong

Thousands of miles away, the sky is vast and misty.

Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing to neglect the Qingqiu Festival. Where will you wake up tonight? On the bank of willows, the dawn wind wanes and the moon falls. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

2. Farewell to Li Shutong

Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road,

The green grass reaches the sky.

The evening breeze carries the faint sound of the willow flute,

The setting sun is outside the mountains.

The end of the sky, the corner of the earth,

Half of my close friends are scattered;

A glass of dirty wine will give you all the joy,

Don’t dream tonight cold.

Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road,

The green grass reaches the sky.

The evening breeze carries the faint sound of the willow flute,

The setting sun is outside the mountains.

3. "Rain Lin Bell" Liu Yong

The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to stop.

There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, At the place of nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges her to leave.

Looking at each other with tears in her eyes, she is speechless and choked.

Thinking of it - thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is sinking in the sky.

< p>Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more worthy of neglecting the Qingqiu Festival.

Where can I wake up tonight, on the bank of willows, with the evening breeze and waning moon.

After so many years, it should be a good time and a good scene. Just a hypothetical thing.

It’s easy—even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?

4. "Traveling on the Shasha"

Ouyang Xiu

The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is shaking.

The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water.

The soft intestines are filled with pink tears. , high buildings should not be close to dangerous railings.

Everywhere in the plain is the Spring Mountain, and pedestrians are outside the Spring Mountain.

5. Chen Liangshui Tiao Ge Tou

Send off Zhang Demao, the great minister of the army,

I haven’t seen the southern army for a long time, and said that the northern army is empty.

With a hand on the spot, I will return my ten thousand heroes after all.

Laughing to myself The dignified Han envoys are like a vast river, but it still only flows east.

When they return to Qionglu and worship, they will go to Pengjie Street.

The capital of Yao, the soil of Shun, and the seal of Yu ,

There should be a half-shameful minister in the middle.

Thousands of miles of fishy smell are like this, the eternal heroes are safe, and the majestic will pass

Why should Hu Yun need it? Ask, Heri will come from it.

6. Zhang Yuanqian congratulates the bridegroom

Sends Hu Bangheng off to Xinzhou

Dreaming around Shenzhou Road, feeling disappointed - Autumn Wind Company Camp Draw a corner, the Forbidden City leaves the millet.

The bottom story is that Kunlun is the mainstay, and the yellow currents from the nine places are gathering in chaos - foxes and rabbits in thousands of villages.

The will of God is always high and difficult to ask, but the situation - human relations are easy It's hard to tell the old sorrow.

Move to Nanpu to see you off.

The willows on the banks of the Liang River urge the dying heat. The river is leaning over the river, the stars are sparse and the moon is pale, and the clouds are broken.

Thousands of miles away, I don’t know where to look back and talk to each other in the bed at night.

If the wild goose is not available, who will write the book and see the blue sky to cherish the present and the past.

Ken-er Cao’s love and resentment. You, hold up the big white and listen to the golden thread.

Seven, Xin Qiji and Mulan Huaman

At the banquet, Zhang Zhonggu was presented to Shuai Xingyuan

Hanzhong opened the Han industry, and asked This place is Yefei

I want to point my sword at the Three Qin Dynasties, and the king will be proud and return to the east after a battle.

The pursuit of death is no longer seen today, but the mountains and rivers are full of tears and their clothes are stained.

p>

The sun is setting and the dust is gone, and the west wind is blowing.

The first book is the emperor's division, a small trial to conquer the west.

Update - the grass leaves the feast, The road is in a hurry, full of worries.

You think of me, and when you look back, you see the geese first flying in the autumn shadow of the river.

The four corners of the wheel are too tight to reduce the waistline.

Answer: Wuyan 5211314 - General Soldier Level 11 9-19 10:12

Zhang Ruoxu Tang Chunjiang Flower Moonlight Night

The tide of the Chunjiang River is even to the sea level,

< p>The bright moon on the sea and the rising tide.

The twinkling waves follow the waves for thousands of miles,

There is no moon on the spring river!

The river flows round and round the meadow,

The flowers and forests look like sleet in the moonlight;

The frost flies in the sky without noticing,

The white sand on the terrace is invisible.

The river and the sky are the same color without any dust.

There is a lone moon in the bright sky.

Who by the river saw the moon for the first time?

When did Jiang Yue shine on people?

Life is endless from generation to generation,

The river and the moon look alike every year.

I don’t know who the river moon is waiting for,

But I see the Yangtze River sending flowing water.

The white clouds fade away leisurely,

There is no sorrow on Qingfeng Pu.

Who is cheating tonight?

Where can I miss Mingyue Tower?

Poor moon wandering upstairs,

It should be shining away from the makeup mirror.

The Yuhu curtain cannot be rolled away,

The finger on the anvil of pounding clothes still comes back.

At this time, we look at each other but do not hear each other.

May the moonlight shine on you.

Swan geese fly long and fast, and fishes and dragons dive and leap into the water.

Last night I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond,

It’s a pity that I didn’t return home in the middle of spring.

The spring water in the river is gone,

The moon has fallen in the river and tilted west again.

The slanting moon hides the sea fog,

The endless road to Jieshi and Xiaoxiang.

I don’t know how many people will return by the moon.

The falling moon shakes the trees all over the river with love. (This is one of my favorite poems)

Wei Yingwu

In the light rain on the Chu River, it is the evening of Jianye.

Momo's sail comes with heavy weight, and the dark bird leaves late.

The sea gate is deep and invisible, and the Pu tree is far away.

The love for each other is infinite, and the love between each other is better than loose silk.

Yan Jidao - Partridge Sky

The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days they were drunk and beautiful.

Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan.

After seeing each other again, we met again and again, and shared our dreams with you several times.

Tonight there are only a handful of silver lamps left to shine, as if the meeting is in a dream

Su Shi's Shui Diao Songtou When will the bright moon come?

When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky with wine. I don’t know what year it is today in the palace in the sky. I want to ride the wind back home, but I'm afraid it's too cold in the high places. Dance to clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world! Turning around the Zhu Pavilion, looking down at the door, the light shines without sleep. There shouldn't be any hatred, so what's the point of being reunited when we say goodbye? People have joys and sorrows, separations and reunions, and the moon waxes and wanes. This is a difficult thing in ancient times. I hope that people will live long and travel thousands of miles to meet Chanjuan.

Bu Shuzi Li Zhiyi

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River.

I miss you every day without seeing you, and drink water from the Yangtze River.

When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end?

I only hope that your heart will be like mine, and I will live up to my love for you.

The following are all poems by Li Yu (I also like his poems)

Die Lianhua

Gao leisurely strolls in the distant night pavilion, passing through the Qingming Festival, and gradually feels sleepy It hurts the evening of spring; there are a few rains and the wind has stopped, and the hazy moon and clouds come and go.

The peaches and plums are still in the darkness of spring, who is on the swing, smiling and whispering. A heart filled with thousands of emotions, there is no world in the world. An arrangement place.

Langtaosha

The rain is gurgling outside the curtains, the spring is fading, and Luo Jian can't bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for a while. < /p>

Don’t be alone! Infinite mountains and rivers, it’s easy to say goodbye and hard to see each other. When the water falls and the flowers fall, spring is gone, and the sky and the earth are gone.

Meet each other happily

The flowers in the forest fade The spring is red, too hasty, but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge and the drunkenness of each other will last forever. Naturally, life grows and hates water forever!

Meet each other happily

Speechless, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, the lonely phoenix tree, the deep courtyard was locked in the clear autumn.

The cutting continued, and the order remained chaotic. It's the sorrow of separation, not the ordinary feeling in my heart.

Poppy

When will the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon. < /p>

The carved railings and jade structures should still be there, but the beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Song of Midnight

How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? There is no limit to the ecstasy of my love! The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears when I feel it.

Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. The past has become empty, still like a dream.

Sauvignon Blanc

One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red.

The flowers are blooming, but the flowers are withered. The wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them. The curtain is full of wind and moonlight.

The black night cries

Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat.

Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes to an end. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but other than that it is unsuitable.

Qingpingle

Don’t come in the middle of spring, it will touch your eyes and break your heart. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.

There is no proof of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, we can travel farther and still be alive.

Huanxi Sha

I turned around and returned home from a dream. I wanted to find traces of my past, but I was disappointed. The wish of heaven was not fulfilled.

Waiting for the moon pool platform to empty and the water disappearing, and the shady flower pavilion to have a slanting light, I would not hesitate to put on more clothes when I climbed up.

Xie Xinen

After the empty guests in the courtyard returned, the painting hall was half-covered with bead curtains. The forest wind was blowing and the night was boring.

The new moon in the small building looks back on its own slenderness.

In Chunguang Town, people are empty and old, so why should we hate the new sorrows? The golden window is still in a state of confusion when it is exhausted. The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken beauty.

Tao Lian Zi Ling

The deep courtyard is quiet, the small court is empty, and the intermittent cold wind blows. Helpless, the night is long and I can't sleep. Several sounds and the moon come to the curtains.

Cui Tu's "Spring Eve"

The water flows and the flowers fade without mercy, sending the east wind through Chucheng.

The butterfly dreamed of a home thousands of miles away, and the branches of the tree were updated three times a month.

The books in the hometown have been extinct for many years, but the splendor of spring is only reflected in the mirror.

If you don’t return, you will gain it. Who can compete with the misty scenery of the five lakes?

Miscellaneous Poems

Anonymous

Although the old mountains are here, I don’t care, and I will spend the late spring in Chang’an.

A pear tree and a stream of moon, I wonder who it belongs to tonight?

The following is a poem by Liu Yong

Eight Sounds of Ganzhou

To the Xiaoxiao and dusk rain sprinkled on the river sky, to cleanse the autumn. The gradually frosty wind is miserable, Guanhe River is desolate, and the remaining light shines on the building.

This is a place where the reds and greens are fading and the flowers are gone. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.

I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts. Sighing at the traces of the past years, what trouble is left behind?

I miss the beautiful woman and look at the makeup building [Yu page]. I missed it a few times and returned to the boat after seeing the sky. Fighting to know me, leaning against the wall, I am feeling sad.

Linjiang Fairy

In the small courtyard of Mengjue, the cold wind blows and the rain falls. Outside the beautiful window, the sounds of autumn are falling and the leaves are flying wildly.

My heart is shaking. Nai Han leaks forever, the lonely curtain is quiet, and the tears and candles burn empty. For no reason, there is an embroidered quilt and mandarin duck pillow, and I spend the night leisurely.

Depression. Love leads to hatred, fighting for youth and partiality. Feeling like a new arrival, haggard old weather vane.

The soul disappears. I want to have fun and have fun, but the smoke and waves block me, and I will make an appointment far away. It's so boring to ask why I was born forbidden when I'm still old.

Mysterious Yin

A small boat with a light sail. Temporarily parked on the south bank of Chujiang River. The twilight corner of the lonely city attracts Hu Jia's resentment. The water is vast, and the geese and whirling geese are scattered in the flat sand.

The smoke gathers in the cold forest clusters, and the painting screen spreads. The sky is far away, the mountains are small, and the black eyebrows are shallow.

The old reward was thrown away lightly, and now I have become a wandering official. I feel like I'm tired of being a guest and it's too late. The scenery of a foreign land must be endured and desolate, and the eyes should be filled with sadness.

The imperial city is on credit, the Qin Tower is blocked, and the traveling spirit is in chaos. The fragrant grass is wide and empty, and the remaining light is full. There is no news about the beauty, and the clouds are far away.

Nalan Xingde of the Qing Dynasty

Sauvignon Blanc

Mountains are one step away, water is one step away, walking towards the bank of the pass, thousands of tents are lit in the deep night.

The wind is blowing, the snow is blowing, my hometown is shattered, my dreams are gone, and there is no such sound in my hometown.

Huanxi Sha

Thousands of willows send horses' hooves, and the geese coming from the north are flying south again. Who among the guests will change their spring clothes?

The leisurely feelings of the past are finally reflected, a spring dream is chasing the silk thread, and the letter is written back after saying goodbye for a long time.

Pink lips

It’s cool in the small courtyard, and I feel my shirt is thin when I come in late. Don't drink alone, socializing with nothing.

Xiao Si pities you, and you should leave Xiao Suo. The west wind is strong, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of locust flowers fall.

Partridge Sky, Lihen

Standing on her back, Yingying pretends to be ashamed, and moves the plum blossoms with her hand to hit her shoulder. If you want to leave and hate, you will find a man to tell him, but when you find him, he will return to hate you but stop.

The clouds are flowing, the water is long, and the sound of the horizontal flute locks the empty building. When is the moon shining over the spring stream, there is a boat with hanging willow trees on the broken bank.

The representative work of Xiao Cui in the Northern Dynasties is "Autumn Thoughts":

The clear waves are closing and the sun is falling, and the Hualin is singing in the early days. The hibiscus dew is falling, and the willows are sparse in the moon. Yan's curtains are covered with silk curtains and quilts, and Zhao's belt is covered with a yellow quilt. Acacia blocks the sound, and the dream feels like separation.

Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu Zhe"

The blue sky, the yellow leaves on the ground, the autumn colors are rolling, and the cold smoke is green on the waves. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, except every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rest and lean alone high in the Mingyue Tower, drinking wine makes me sad. Turned into tears of lovesickness.

Answer: xsisatc - Magister Level 10 9-19