A poem suitable for the name of a novel. The novel is an ancient romance. I hope you can help me think about it. Thank you O(∩_∩)O~~
The green flowers are lingering in my heart.
The so-called Iraqi people are on the water side.
The white dew is frosty and sad, and the white dew is not yet harvested. Cold food, east wind, willows and slanting willows
The disorderly flowers are getting more and more attractive, and the shallow grass can't have horseshoes
if she but turned her head and smiled, there were cast a hundred spells and and the powder and paint of the Six Palaces faded into nothing
The flowers are similar year by year, and the people are different year by year
the sage Chuangzi is day-dreaming, bewitched by butterflies, the spring-heart of Emperor Wang is crying in a cuckoo
mermen weep their pearly tears down a moon-green sea, blue fields are breathing their jade to the sun
and a moment that ought to have lasted for ever, has come and gone before I knew
God pity the quiet grass, and the world is heavy with fine weather
The wind is warm and the birds sound broken. Flower-shadows climb when the sun is high
sings a word "An" and breaks several stems and whiskers
Only the spring court and the moon are affectionate, but the flowers still fall away from people
The shadows are horizontal and oblique, the water is shallow, and the faint fragrance floats in the dusk of the month
The flowers are helpless, and it seems familiar that Yan returns
The pear flower courtyard dissolves the moon, and the catkin pond is lightly windy
On the sand and on the poultry pond. Look at the end of the world
I will never regret that my clothes are getting wider and wider for Iraq, which will make people haggard
Where will I wake up from the wine tonight, and where will the Yang Liuan breeze fade?
This past year should be a good time and a good scene in name only, so even though there are thousands of amorous feelings, who can I tell
Affection hurts to leave since ancient times, what's more, it's as cold as autumn festival
Flowers drift and water flow, a kind of acacia, and two places of leisure sorrow < That man is in the dim light
the 24th Bridge is still there, and Leng Yue is silent.
He reads the red medicine by the bridge, and knows who to live for every year.
He always leaves people's tears.
I advise you not to get drunk before you cherish the flowers, and it will fade this year and next year, and your head will turn white.
Who knows this year's cold night in the south of the Yangtze River, and what's on your mind.
. The song is the bottom wind of the peach blossom fan
A hundred years of parting in a tall building? A generation's appearance is the best for you
What about the past? Flowing water and heartless grass spring
At dusk, do you complain about birds in the east? Falling flowers are like falling people
Zhang Tailiu? Zhang Tailiu? Is the past green today? Even if the strip is as old as the old one? You should also climb other people's hands
Yang Liuzhi? Fangfei Festival. Hate to give parting every year? Suddenly reporting autumn with the wind overnight? Even if you come here, you can't forget
an all-consuming love can slowly return
The ink marks are drunk with peach blossoms, and the rocks are colorful and rosy.
On the spring, the blue flowers fall to the grave.
If life is just like the first time, what's the sad autumn wind?
Peach blossoms feel the fleeting time
Love the previous life dream, and there are several sorrows in the dream
At that time, it was only ordinary love. Being like an ancient tree is not surprising
Bright Moon Road shines on people who cherish flowers
If there is no north-south road in front of the door, you can avoid parting in this life
It will be dusk and the banquet will be over
. Life and death are like a river, separated flagrantly.
there are flowers in the world, and by whom, flowers can be understood
Life is just like flowers in March
You can't see them, and the setting sun and autumn rain are silent in the mountains
I'll give you three fireworks in exchange for your life
I'm naturally young, and I'm young.
Who will eventually make the strings break, the flowers fall on my shoulders, and I'm in a trance.
How many beauties are worn out and how many lovesickness are broken. Don't ask people to get together at the end of the song
Who talks about the smoke burning away and the vertical and horizontal ties being scattered
There are trees on the mountain, trees on the branches, and people who are happy with you don't know
There used to be high-rise buildings singing songs at night, and there were dancing sleeves on them
When the flowers and flowers are all gone, you will be alone with you
Once in spring, you will lose your beauty, and people will die
. For whom
elegance refers to quicksand, and old age refers to a period of time
mountains and rivers hand in hand, smiling for you
after the fleeting time, dreaming back to the waterside, watching the fireworks burst into full moon
surging water, rushing away, flying by for decades, looking back on the past dust, it seems like a dream.
If you don't look back, why don't you forget
Since you have no chance, why should you swear
Today's various things are like water without trace
Tomorrow's evening, and now you are a stranger
One flower, one leaf, one pursuit
One song, one sigh, one person's life
Turn around, and a ray of cold fragrance is far away
The snow is deep.
Life and death are rich, and you are happy with your son
Holding hands with your son, and growing old with your son
Life and death are boundless, and you don't think about it.
Lonely graves are nowhere to talk about.
The sky is not old, and the feelings are hard to leave.
The heart is like a double screen, with Qian Qian knots in it.
It's as beautiful as flowers, and it's like water flowing for years.
. Dumping the country is the old country.
I refuse to play, the shadows are amazing.
The streets are long and the fireworks are numerous.
You look back with the light.
The pavilion is short, the world of mortals grinds, and I sigh Xiao again.
It's too hard to fall in love, but the two looks are memorable.
Only the heart is fragrant.
who turns over the bleak music of Yuefu?
The wind is rustling, and the rain is rustling, making snuff thin for another night.
I don't know what's bothering me.
I'm bored when I wake up, and I'm bored when I'm drunk. I never dreamed of going to Xie Qiao.
After years, the canoe has passed through Chung Shan Man,
The streamer is easy to turn, and the floating life has come to an end.
What else can't be forgotten?
Peach leaves are mixed with peach leaves, and peach trees are connected with peach roots.
two pleasures of sympathy make me diligent.
peach leaves are the same as peach leaves, so crossing the river is unnecessary.
but there is nothing to cross, and I welcome you
if you love it, you can't get it. Before it blooms, it withers.
The red leaves are flying like rain behind me, so who can I mourn for?
Love is like a dream, only flowers are true.
spring is gone, and * * * cherishes the sunny year.
There are still peach blossoms on the flowing water,
Without words, bamboo leaves are drunk and respected.
I just want to see the sky.
I'm a pedestrian again, and I forget that I've ever been here.
that spring, except for the flowers, it was not true.
The twisted flowers lean against the door, leaving a faint mark on the brow
That spring, I remember the word Achun of the Nujia family
The vast land was broken with one sword
Where is the flourishing music
Leaning against the clouds, talking about loneliness
Even if others laugh at me
Listening to the string and breaking the three thousand infatuations
Falling flowers.
Buddha said: impermanence means constancy, ignorance means fearlessness.
I asked Buddha: Why do my feelings always rise and fall?
Buddha said: You know everything, you know everything, the moon has its ups and downs, the tide has its ups and downs, and the ups and downs are peaceful.
Buddha said: persistence is like a deep, and it is along the line of gradual death.
Buddha said: persistence like dust is futile.
Buddha said: persistence, like tears, is the breaking that drips into the heart, breaking and flying away.
I asked Buddha: What is karma?
Buddha said: The edge is ice, so I hold it in my arms.
it melted, and I found that the edge was gone.
whether you see me or not
I'm right there
I'm not sad or happy
You miss me
Love is right there
Come or go
You love or don't love me
Love is right there
No increase or decrease
You follow me or not.
that January, I shook all the prayer tubes, not to cross over, but to touch your fingertips;
In that year, I kowtowed and crawled on the mountain road, not to see you, but to cling to your warmth;
In that lifetime, I turned mountains into water and turned into stupas, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the way;
at that moment, I raised the wind horse, not to pray, but to wait for your arrival;
at that moment, I was floating into a fairy, not seeking immortality, but wishing to bless your peaceful smile.
that night, I listened to Sanskrit all night, not for enlightenment, but for a breath of you.
On that day, I built the Mani Pile, not for Xiu De, but for dropping stones in the heart lake.
at that time, I went through hundreds of mountains, not to repair the afterlife, but to meet you on the way.
as snow on the mountain, dumpling is like a moon between clouds.
Wen Jun has two opinions, so he came to say goodbye to each other.
Today's fighting party, the head of Mingdangou.
if you stop at the ditch, the ditch water will flow from east to west.
sadness is sad again, and there is no need to cry when you get married.
I wish to have one heart and one mind, and never leave each other.
when the bamboo pole is curled, the fish tail is nothing but a disciple.
men value their emotions, so why use money and knives?
Chunhua jingfang, five-color lingsu, Qin is still in the imperial palace, but the new sound replaces the old! There are honeymoons in the golden water, and there are trees in the Han Palace, which are new, and people who are embarrassed in the world are ignorant!
Zhu Xian is broken, the mirror is missing, the morning dew is exposed, the fragrance is resting, the bald head is singing, and it hurts to leave. Try to add more meals without thinking of my concubine, and make a plan with you!
red crisp hands, yellow wine, and spring willows in the city;
dongfeng evil, with a weak sense of joy,
a feeling of sadness, a few years apart,
wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is the same, people are thin and empty, and tears are red and full of tears;
Peach blossoms fall, and the pool is idle.
Although the Mountain League is there, it is difficult to entrust the brocade book.
Mo, Mo, Mo.
the world is thin and human feelings are evil, and the flowers are easy to fall when the rain sends them at dusk;
the breeze is dry, and tears are left.
It's difficult, difficult, difficult to express one's thoughts and speak alone.
Every man becomes his own man, and today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a thousand years ago.
the horn is cold, the night is dim,
I'm afraid of people asking questions, and I swallow my tears and pretend to be happy,
I'm hiding, hiding, hiding.