What is the change of fortune teller _ fortune teller?
Jiangnan Modern Poetry 1 It's still raining in Mao Mao.
Do you smell moisture?
For example, a picture of me holding a cigarette.
For example, wine glasses are props that I miss.
This affectionate drizzle in Jiangnan
Drop by drop, drop by drop
Wet my memory through time and space.
Jiang Nanyu, Jiang Nanyu.
Please start with my wrinkled forehead.
Slowly flow into your gentle heart.
The days are still written in a blink of an eye.
I am still wandering in this sentimental Jiang Nanyu.
Maybe you have forgotten this moment.
Maybe you will never miss this memory.
For example, the eyes that have been looked at.
For example, what you have already confided.
Like this passionate Jiang Nanyu tonight.
Drop by drop, drop by drop
Into my lonely, tipsy cup
Quietly drown the traces of walking together.
Time passed silently.
Just like this sentimental rain in the south of the Yangtze River
Maybe I can see a touch of rosy clouds in the Ming Dynasty.
Maybe I will be lost in this drizzle.
For example, the scenery you have tasted.
For example, those poems that have been recited.
Jiang Nanyu, Jiang Nanyu.
Please hold this burning cigarette between your fingers.
Quietly, quietly.
In this sentimental drizzle in the south of the Yangtze River
The second part of Jiangnan new poetry: the return period
The rain in March will be very warm.
A Zhang Qing gray cornice paper, the evening breeze with pigment is the best.
In a crazy imagination
I went back to my Jiangnan again and again.
Second, the season.
I will visit Suzhou and put the scenery there in my bag.
Come to the small town where it is dripping with rain.
All the leaves are fresh and clear.
Zhouzhuang, Conan and Huang Liang, which are common in dreams.
On the windowsill of the wooden attic
Hanging wind chimes and a string of warm sunshine.
Occasionally discover
Those delicate faces in Jiangnan
Third, failure.
Roses snuggle up to beautiful petals.
Without rain, all my pride and love parted ways.
I cried.
In Jiangnan, in Shuidu and in the back garden.
After the flowering, I cried.
Jiangnan New Poetry Episode III: The Past
Dust is deposited in the chaotic swing.
I suspect there is a guzheng here.
The wind blew through the side door.
Shit, a two-year-old girl is timid
Grandma sat on the threshold silently, slowly, slowly.
Sewing a past seems endless.
She began to wear five-color silk rope Yuhuan.
Knit a wedding dress for my sister.
Second, my sister's love
I think I had a sister when I was very young ...]
Dense and humid Jiangnan
My sister waited for thousands of years and was idle for ten thousand years.
My sister has always liked it.
Leaning against the window to see the lotus pond
Look at the lotus pond and salvage the past with bamboo poles.
Sing a poem
I don't know which dynasty the poet hid in.
A trace of indifference and melancholy is hidden in the brow.
She said she was waiting for someone.
He is waiting for a city.
Third, the bride
Suona gongs and drums are loud.
Knock, knock, knock, knock.
Whose girl is married in this town?
I kowtowed in class.
Grandma smiled all over her face at the thought of this.
Fourth, small
Flower pot gravel
Bell and Drum Tower in Dim Colors
Feathers danced wildly in the sunset, and the children cheered and applauded.
Picking up dog tail grass
Turn and turn.
The little bride wears my ring and vows:
-"Hook for a hundred years and don't change."
Fifth, resentment
Rain is floating in my eyes.
Dreams fall asleep in dreams.
Release two small fish that care about each other.
Light the fireflies of Pinellia ternata into the first lantern.
The little boy ran across the weather-beaten bridge with a smile.
Sister, when can you wait?
The legendary rainy season in Jiangnan
Watching ducks play in the water?
Modern Poetry in Jiangnan (IV), Private School
Methyl, ethyl, propyl, butyl, pentyl, heptyl, octyl and non-undecyl.
1 hour =2 hours. Tell sb's fortune
At noon, ugly Mao Yinchen went to Xu Hai, Shen You.
Dialect: Rusheng, Tongue Curling, Tone sandhi.
Second, issuing cards.
The first three advances and the last three advances.
Three floors inside and three floors outside
People come and go, and the young girl in the garden languishes.
My hair is always confused, so I put on my hair clasp and put on my cheongsam and look at it carefully.
How long will it take to blossom and covet a good face?
Third, Dan Qing
Lonely and faint river ink blue
Occasionally meet a deja vu figure.
She draws crayons with rouge.
Draw a sighing, heartbroken paper portrait
Wandering in countless buildings
Sigh a few times: childhood friends are safe?
Fourth, Xu Xian.
There is a west wing on the stage.
The sound of paddles and lights, red carp and the original boat are in the water.
On a rainy day suitable for meeting.
Swim carefully in your heart
In the vast and ethereal heart
The fins are rippled.
Lotus said she was crying.
Melancholy nestles in this season.
This is weak water 3 thousand, you don't know which ladle to drink
Fifth, Luo Shen
You said it would take ten years to build the same ship.
I am only content with this student.
Desire and happiness accompanied by shadows
Turn your back on the north and feel sad.
Muttered to the south:
"The dormant attic weaves tenderness.
The corner is wet and sad.
Flowers wither and butterflies die ... "
Modern Poetry in Jiangnan: Streets in Five Years
Simple communication
Pass sb by
But left a little sad.
good-natured
The commotion in my heart quieted down.
Ivo Jiangnan Shi Lan
Looking at the clear night sky
Looking for your reflection tonight
Warm moss
But only by remembering your past can you be gentle.
Xu Jade Bird has a wish.
I miss you very much.
Draw a gentle and gorgeous sky.
Use his arrogance to warm the sun.
Project your charming eyes and windows.
And bring greetings from Ying Ying.
Qingxi in summer treats you, okay?
Jiangnan Modern Poetry 6 My hometown is in Jiangnan.
Vines are homesick in their hearts.
Began to grow wildly in the spring rain
The winter jasmine in the north is in bloom.
Think of Jiangnan fall.
Drifting spring rain, one after another.
Umbrella blossoms in the rainy lane.
So is the girl's face under the umbrella.
Bloom a spring smile
It's so beautiful, delicate and fragrant.
These are blooming roses and jasmine flowers.
The bright moon drifted in during Qin dynasty.
Xinghai in the night sky at home
The moon flows out of the spring.
Bathed in the clouds in the sky
Misty rain depicts my hometown.
Chinese Brush Painting
Mountain peaks are inserted into clouds, and Yunshan is like a dream.
It's a mirage in the misty rain.
I heard the sound of rice seedlings sprouting.
Smell the smell of wheat waves
I saw Yin Fei nesting in front of the hall in spring.
Look at the lark flying high.
Touch the blue sky and taste the spring.
Mountains and forests, trees.
Meditate in the rain and fog
White walls and mountains loom in the bamboo forest.
The village girl walked on the stone road in the rain.
Like a stream flowing with spring water.
Light footsteps crushed the figure in the water.
The laughter of the village girl was washed in the stream.
The stream sleeps with childhood fairy tales.
The homesickness of the heart lake is floating in the sky.
The girl's singing overflowed.
The happiness of mountains and slopes
High mountains and flowing water sing the beautiful scenery of hometown.
My heart is saturated with the sweetness of my hometown.
Stepping on the muddy road in spring.
A team leading a hundred flowers to blossom.
Spring warbler sings the song of new spring.
This is a local accent, collision
My eardrum, arousing
My memory of my hometown
The shepherd's flute is trembling in the spring breeze.
The bamboo forest shook out the freshness of the morning breeze.
Birds sing to wake up the sleeping mountain village.
The grass tripped and the cowbell grazed.
Breeze dancing, gray fog curtain
The drizzle dresses up the castle peak forest.
There are intoxicating flowers everywhere.
This is my hometown in Jiangnan.
Jiangnan Modern Poetry 7 Time is walking on the clock, and the years are getting thicker.
I was so tired yesterday that I haven't had time to settle down.
There are nine times as many lotus flowers in the pond.
Li Po, fragrant flowers and plants, last year.
The buried red bean seeds are now covered with branches.
A lack of plain ink, half paper acacia
The old dream of one night moistens the memory of Jiangnan little by little.
Who failed in the fireworks show?
Do you still have your sentences and old chapters in this thin line?
Oh, it's been such a long time, so you must have lost your horse.
July left, leaving the responsibility to August.
The twisted dream returned to the clouds.
I had to abandon my freedom again and set sail again.
Although the lights in front of the case have long since gone out,
A window facing south, how can you keep the goose's mind?
Singing is used to comfort lonely souls, while hope is often dedicated to dreams.
This summer, the only thing I can stick to is the rest of my faith.
Yes, I'm really disappointed.
About the great ideal and the lost south of the Yangtze River, I no longer sketch or hide it.
You can sleep for a while and don't have to guess when the shower will come again.
Only I know that when the dark clouds clear, you will definitely stop by my side in the form of wind.
Just like a wandering wanderer, he will return to his hometown one day.
Jiangnan modern poems miss Jiangnan more than 8 times, including Sanqiu Cinnamon and Shili Lotus.
Miss Jiangnan, willow painting bridges, people sleeping in the water.
How I miss Jiangnan! Jiangnan. Small town, the fleeting time of small town.
In the long and short lanes of the town.
Passing by, a girl with a lilac knot.
With an oil-paper umbrella
Wandering on the bridge
How I want to, in the apricot blossom spring rain, I crossed the south of the Yangtze River.
Think more, alone, since childhood.
In that white wall, Diva.
Mianshui renjia de yard
A damp patio
Sunbathing every day
A courtyard paved with blue bricks
There is a world, reading and writing.
Water the flowers and plants by the wall and look at the straight bamboo on the patio.
Grow up slowly, become introverted and delicate.
Like those literati who walk out of the courtyard
Come out in the direction of the river.
A girl with a lilac knot.
She finally got out of the white wall of the deva
The pillow man came out.
Wearing a blue print dress
Xiaohua Mall turned and ran in front of her.
She was blown dry by the wrinkled water.
Sized printed coarse clothes
There are flowers and butterflies.
Her tall and thin figure wrinkled in the water.
The wind shook her long hair.
The wind blew through her blue printed skirt.
She looked up at the cloud and it stopped.
It's a sunny morning.
Jiangnan Modern Poetry 9 This time, people never give up.
A love that consumes everything, wait for my book to come back!
The moon is not over, and I don't blame the prosperity of the world.
Chinese new year is fleeting, don't wait for the water to grow!
Tilting moon
This dream is still in its infancy.
we
just ...
A group of homeless children.
once
Repeat
Take the moon as your home and the moon as your name.
It's so true.
Fengqi yuehua
Lift up a teenager's black hair
At night
Hidden eyes
Is so charming
Is it illusion or delusion?
Or am I persistent?
Stay in your mansion.
Said he was with her.
why
Finally, still
Tsing yi lean horse
Watch the sunset alone.
What you said.
Stay with me from now on.
Fight the sword for thousands of miles, and dance on the night.
finally
It's just me.
Blue sky and yellow land, the reincarnation of two lives.
What you said.
From now on, I will be with you and me.
Under the peach blossom rain, three days are flawless.
finally
It's just me.
Jin Ge Ma Tie, the fate is four times shallower.
What you said.
Stay with me from now on.
Brush paint is the glory of the world.
finally
You are already.
Pregnant with Liu Jia, married to Wuling.
What you said.
Stay with me from now on.
Dancing with the wind and the moon, seven steps into a piece
finally
It's just me.
Climbing mountains and wading, all directions are paying attention.
What you said.
Stay with me from now on.
Ensemble a song, nine cycles
Live up to this age
And the result?
12 months, hair turned white.
Leng Yue, my heart is flying. I am with you today, and my tears are gone without you.
Dream of Chang 'an, where you can live well, you will get honor in the future, and the book will become prosperous!
Drink Tu Su, enter the throat and enter the intestine, sing this song, and leave Ryutsuki alone.
Read Jiangnan, go to Yangguan, look back, the road ahead is uncertain!
I'm sorry, I can't spend all my time on you anymore. I'm sorry, Moon.
I think I have to go, even if things change.
Knowing you is the greatest pride in my life.
I yearn for Chang 'an all my life, even if it is just a dream of Chang 'an.
Do you know that?/You know what?
The origin of tilting the moon?
I remember someone who said that tilting the moon is more like a name.
In fact, the moon, the moon, only myself.
There are two names in my household registration book, and the oldest name I use is Ming.
The name on the ID card is the name in my penguin file.
As for why there are two names, I won't explain them.
I remember a time when I hardly went out.
I am afraid, afraid to see everything outside, including the sun.
You know, even I dare not look in the mirror because I'm afraid it's not me in the mirror.
It took me a long time to get over that, but since then.
I hate sunshine, but I like to stay in the dark, crying and laughing silently.
Well, that's all. It's time to end. Anyway, I want to tell you that I am the only one leaning against the moon.
Jiangnan modern poetry 10 has an encounter, which is the first time, but it is like reunion after a long separation.
There is an encounter that amazes the time and warms the years.
Jiangnan in April is misty and rainy.
Dropping raindrops
Like an Iraqi whisper.
I haven't left yet
One wet slate after another.
Beads of rain fell from the sky.
Through the gray eaves, stay in the antique wooden lattice window room.
Gradually blurred
Outside the corner, some Spring Swallows are dancing and wandering.
Jump over your eyes from time to time
Occasionally, vendors passing by whisper to each other.
Then blend in with the crowd and disappear.
I am waiting for a corner of tang style Song Yu in this winding alley.
A messy heartstring, waiting for you to set it right.
Never believe in love at first sight.
I only want to believe that my previous life was doomed.
There you are at last.
Fortunately, I didn't give up.
As beautiful as I thought.
If your hands are soft, your skin is fat and your face is smooth.
All the beautiful years are dancing in your brow.
Bow one's head/head/head
Smell the scent of your hair tips.
Incense makes people drunk.
At that moment, it was like standing at a time node.
Back to the era of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
The same quaint town
The same Tsing Yi Lane
Similarly, the water flowing from the flowers
And you, young and elegant, have beautiful eyes.
Time is flowing and time is changing.
The only thing you can't forget is the lotus rhyme that belongs to you.
Since passing by, the calm heart lake has been maintained all year round.
It's as if you still entered a big stone, and you can't reach it without waves.
Endless ripples are all your drops.
Sometimes people have a strange familiarity.
What just happened and the people I just met have a feeling of deja vu.
That's because, in previous lives, it was so profound.
Time is too long and too short.
Perhaps, in the river of reincarnation.
Accidentally, I lost each other.
And the mark on the soul will keep flashing when we meet again.
It was a look back after forgetting the other side of Sichuan.
The sky is blue, it is raining, and I am waiting for you.
Text/rhetoric
Give it to my dear Jing Jun.
Your hair is waist-length.
I am willing to marry you.
Holding your hand
Help the old and take care of the young.
(of husband and wife) live together till old age
Hand to Bai Yue.