Looking at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk, I think of you when I walk and when I sit down. Use an ancient poem to say: I miss you

When you wake up in the morning, the colorful fallen leaves cover the stone steps, like a fragment of time. It's a little sad, but also a little warm. It's light and smoky, intoxicated with the romantic and passionate years.

Autumn is the season of lovesickness, sadness, and also the season of missing you. The west wind is lingering, the autumn forest is stained with frost, and a leaf or a curtain of rain can easily stir up the long sadness.

Leaning behind Qiu Yu, I just want to tell you: I miss you.

Su Muzhe

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

The soul of the dark country, the thoughts of the journey. Unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. The Mingyue Tower is high and I am leaning against it alone. The wine enters the sad heart and turns into tears of lovesickness.

Time is ruthless, from a bright flower event to the desolate autumn, only a short time has passed; time is also affectionate, no matter how many years have passed, the heart has never been deserted.

We are all travelers in time, and our hearts carry the affection of time after time, including nostalgia, lovesickness, separation and regret.

The world is a big dream, and there are several cool autumns in life. In every cool late autumn, brew a pot of wine called lovesickness and get drunk on the fleeting years.

Lisi

Once upon a time, the sea was difficult to overcome, except for Wushan, it was not a cloud.

Take the flower bush to look back lazily, half destined to practice Taoism and half destined to be a king.

In "Why Shengxiao is Silent", He Yichen once said to He Yimei: When that person appears in your life, everyone else becomes a makeshift.

The road of love is really narrow, so narrow that it can only accommodate two people; the human heart may be really small, so small that it can only accommodate one person.

After the death of his beloved wife Wei Cong, he was deeply saddened. He looked down on love in this world and practiced Taoism quietly. At that time, in his heart, his beloved wife was the water of the sea and the clouds of Wushan. He made a vow not to marry again for the rest of his life.

It’s just that the road of life is too long and there are too many scenery in the world of mortals. How can a romantic poet live alone until his death?

Zijin

Qingqing Zijin is in my heart. Even if I don't go, will Zi Ning have no heir?

The green purple robe makes me think about it for a long time. Even if I don't go, Zi Ning won't come?

Picking up the troubles and reaching the gates of the city. Not seeing each other for one day is like three months!

When you fall in love with someone, you fall in love with someone, but when you meet someone, your head turns white. When you fall in love with someone, the plain time becomes colorful, and the pale fleeting time becomes long and short. The emotions of parting and separation in this world are always so sentimental, but they are everywhere.

Waiting is a silent aging. The separation is obviously just yesterday, but it seems that years have passed. I stand behind Qiu, waiting for the swans to bring you news; I stand on the shore of time, waiting for you to come across the water.

My thoughts are so long, spanning the long fleeting years.

Partridge Sky

The colorful sleeves hold the jade bell diligently. Back then, I struggled but was 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 meet again. I have the same dream with you several times. I have a lot of silver left to shine tonight, as if I was afraid that the meeting would be a dream.

It should have been an enchanting time. In the most beautiful years, red candles hung in the tents, shengs and songs filled the spring breeze, and the peach blossom fans faded away.

Life is just like a dream, the colorful clouds are easy to disperse, each other is thrown by fate on the worldly road in the world, and each of them is gradually drifting away. I never thought that one day we would meet again in the depths of the mortal world.

After traveling through the mountains and rivers a few times and seeing the harshness of the world, he has already become dusty and has frost on his temples. He is no longer the handsome young man he was before. As for her, has she been well these years? The vicissitudes of time have passed. Do you treat her tenderly? Or perhaps, she is still living in the fireworks alley and the romantic field, with no where to go and no date to return.

If there is a reunion, how should you face those who have passed by your charming time? Can that reunion be able to carry those years of lovesickness?

Wind and rain

The wind and rain are miserable, the rooster crows and crows, and I see a gentleman. Yunhu Buyi?

The wind and rain are blowing, and the rooster crows. Now that I have seen a gentleman, Yunhu is not frightened?

The wind and rain are like darkness, and the cockcrow is endless. Now that I see a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy?

The whole poem is about the joy of seeing the one you love. There is not a word about longing, but it seems to be filled with endless longing.

In this world, no matter how long the lovesickness is, it can’t compare to the love of a lover; no matter how many sleepless nights there are, it can’t compare to the joy of meeting each other. Love is a cup of poisoned wine, but the crazy men and resentful women in the mortal world drink it willingly.

Farewell to Xie Ting

A song of labor explains the boating, red leaves, green mountains and rapids.

At dusk, people are far away from the drunkenness. The sky is full of wind and rain, and I am going down to the west building.

Those who are in ecstasy can only say goodbye! Those long and short partings can always lengthen the shadow of time infinitely. Before you left, I started to miss you.

After drinking that cup of farewell wine, we are separated from each other from now on. How many partings in this world become eternal farewells; how many partings in this world are the beginning of a lifetime of lovesickness.

Autumn Wind Ci

The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again. When will we know each other when we miss each other? It’s embarrassing to be here this night!

Entering the door of my lovesickness, you know that my lovesickness is painful, long lovesickness makes you remember each other, short lovesickness makes you infinite. If I had known that it would be such a stumbling block to people's hearts, why would I not have known each other in the first place.

Autumn is probably the season of lovesickness. The autumn wind is cool, the autumn moon is clear, the autumn leaves are falling, the jackdaws are frightened, and there is the person who has been separated for a long time. After prosperity there is always loneliness, and the more infatuated love is, the deeper lovesickness will be.

I know that lovesickness makes people grow older than time, but I still can’t help but fall for it again and again; I know that I shouldn’t waste my years like this, but I can’t help but be deeply affectionate and miss lovesickness. If we hadn't met each other at the beginning, if we hadn't been in love with each other at the beginning, even though our life would be dull, we would at least be able to maintain a stable life.

Look at the moon and embrace the distance

The bright moon rises on the sea, and the end of the world is at this time.

Lovers complain about the distant night, but they start to miss each other at night.

When the candle is extinguished, it is filled with pity and light, and when I put on my clothes, I feel the dew.

I can’t bear to give away gifts, but I still have a good night’s sleep.

The bright moon like water has witnessed the warmth and warmth of the world from ancient times to the present, and has been sent longing for by many people from afar. The ink painting under the blue sky, the distant sound of the flute in the breeze.

The moonlight shines on the picturesque mountains and rivers that will remain unchanged for thousands of years. The white dew of autumn stains the clothes, and the long night is full of longing. If possible, I would like to send a piece of moonlight to you who is far away in the horizon; if possible, I would like to have a dream with you, in which you will still be the same as before.

Night Rain

I miss someone far away.

I feel something deep in my heart.

My hometown is far away, and I can’t help but look at it every day.

I can’t understand it deeply, and I don’t think about it every day.

It’s a dark night and I’m sleeping alone in an empty hall.

Autumn has not yet dawned, and the wind and rain are coming.

If you don’t learn the Toutu Dharma, you will never forget the past.

The wind and rain are gray, the night is cold, but I am not alone at night, because I am accompanied by long-term lovesickness. Those people buried in the depths of time, those feelings planted deep in the heart, appear one after another.

The story of autumn carries the charm of poetry and the sadness of words; the lovesickness of autumn grows wildly in time. Some people are destined to be just passers-by in life, but they always stay in my heart; some feelings are destined to be just a passing smoke, but they can easily exchange for your lifelong lovesickness.

Jiang Chengzi·Jiang Chengzi's dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao

Ten years of life and death are so vast that I cannot forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly returned home from a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

Some people say that tragedy is the destruction of beauty for you to see. Some people also say that tragedy is the undertone of life.

In the best years, when love was good and love was strong, Wang Fu left Su Shi. Ten years later, he wrote this poem that touched countless people in ancient and modern times.

Those who left have already gone far, while those who stayed have to live through all the wind and smoke, taste all the warmth and cold, and suffer all the pain of lovesickness in this vast world. After ten years of life and death, the people in the dream are still the same as before, but I have already been stained by the vicissitudes of life.

Linjiang Fairy

After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk. Last year, spring regret came. The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together.

I remember when we first met Xiao Ping, Luo Yi had a double heart. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.

Memory is like a long picture scroll, where time will not flow, and the people there are still the same as before. The woman’s eyebrows are gentle, sitting under the low curtain, her eyebrows turning lightly Sad and resentful, my fingertips plucked the pipa strings, and the strings were filled with longing for years.

In the fleeting years, I watched all the wind and rain alone, and in the long days, I carefully picked up the memories. It is the weather with falling flowers and light rain again, but the words in my heart have turned to ashes. The people and the feelings I had at that time have long been thrown away.

Nan Gezi Lyrics

Lighting a lamp at the bottom of the well and candlelight deep in the well, the wise man is always playing chess instead of playing chess.

The exquisite dice is decorated with red beans, and I miss you deeply.

A red bean has sent many people’s lovesickness over the years; a period of love has passed through many people’s long nights and vicissitudes of life.

How many people have planted a red bean on the road of time, and it will bloom and bear fruit every year, growing year after year of lovesickness. I don’t know when, love took root in my heart, and I don’t know when, we only have memories to live.

A Cut of Plum Blossoms

The rain beats the pear blossoms behind closed doors, missing youth and forgetting youth. Enjoyable things, who cares? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

The eyebrows are full of sorrow, and the sun is frowning, and there are thousands of cry marks, thousands of cry marks. I look at the sky at dawn and the clouds at dusk. I miss you when I walk and I miss you when I sit.

It is a piece of moist tenderness, and longing, like the endless mist and rain, will linger for a lifetime.

No one knows how many sleepless nights it will take, how many times it will take to see falling flowers, and how many times it will take to hear the rain, before lovesickness will grow old and that person's figure will fade away in memories.

It’s still the rain of the past, it’s still the clouds of the past, but no one can go back to the past. From then on, the west wind never blows away, and the little bit of lovesickness between the brows; from now on, the lovesickness only passes through the fleeting years.

Huanxisha

Who wants the west wind to cool down alone? The yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed. Meditate on the past and set the setting sun.

Don’t be frightened by wine and fall into a heavy sleep; gambling on books will make you lose the fragrance of tea. At that time, it was just commonplace.

The most despairing thing in this world is farewell. All the expectations that once existed have become vows that can never be fulfilled; all the fleeting years have become the deepest sorrow between the brows and the heart.

Nalan Rongruo can’t forget his beloved wife, nor can he forget every bit of time he spent with her, even if his heart has turned to ashes. In the cold west wind, in the fallen leaves, and in the bloody setting sun, he picked up the past and memories alone, trying to piece together a complete life with the broken past.

Just by knocking on the railings and looking across the tall buildings, the person who has gone away will never come back.