Three-section plum blossom

prologue

Xiao Sheng is here.

Shaw's voice flows like water.

Xiao Sheng is still ancient.

Blood spattered on the ground.

On this night

Blood splashed on the ground and splashed everywhere.

There is blood everywhere.

I know I'm still alive

I am not as weak as people think.

How difficult is the action? I made it very simple.

I am the only musical instrument in the world that can move.

Bamboo. And the character of the old world

The wind touched me.

The wind blows me.

The bleak rustle shattered the fragments of heaven.

Snowflakes are everywhere.

A grand funeral came as scheduled.

I believed in fate that year.

I stood in the snow, listening to my heart.

Broken, I can save.

heart

Be submerged

Be lit again

The festive atmosphere was set off on the spot.

I left, an empty shell.

A piece of withered plum stands in the snow.

Still believe in fate

Still listening to Xiao Sheng, he has a long heart.

The first movement: Hanshan green calyx

Believe in snow

Believe in the sword

Believe that those cold things are calming.

The wind is blowing from a distance.

The wind mingled with snowflakes on the cheeks.

Wake up the child who is dreaming at dawn.

Give him the name Xiaofeng.

Tell him: plain face, beautiful and happy.

I seem to have slept for a thousand years.

I seem to have just escaped from hell.

Wandering north and south on the great plain with only the horizon

I'm the only one

I can't deviate from this

That stranger named Xiaofeng left me behind.

He is the son of the wind.

I can only see the dust flying after he was born.

He abandoned his home.

Turn your back on your lover and tears

Lonely to Xue Mei's prosperous city-state

He and I are a couple who have parted ways.

At that time, he had no experience.

He wrote in his poems:

There was a loud noise.

It's a dam of light and darkness.

Light travels to the universe.

The rain returns to where it rose.

This is the curse of fate.

This is the oath of the lonely.

Let's forgive him.

He is suffering from hell.

Will leave us soon.

He has his own brand-new city-state.

That's the center of the plain.

Heart of snow

The snow sword is glowing with cold light.

Believe it!

Cold things always calm people.

Including tears and harsh words.

The ashes turned white after burning.

Snow, only snow

Only snow falls on me at the moment.

A wall made of snow

A snowy home

Snow fell silently on the snow.

The wind blowing snowflakes is like blowing my snow-white wings.

Fly over the great plains

Fly farther

Snow fell on the empty plain.

No matter what season, it keeps raining.

The voice of prayer is endless.

Xue Mei, a snowy state, has opened up.

The second movement: Chinese fir and green shadow

Yesterday, I left, and the willows were reluctant.

It rained when I thought of it today.

Put this song down.

Turn down the volume.

An inexplicable mood makes me decadent.

I have traveled halfway around the world.

Sun and moon cycle.

Five-color prayer flags lead the sun to the octupole.

Manit pile is very high in the middle.

I am here to settle down.

For many years, Mei Xue has fallen in succession.

Let the snow fall on me

Whether it's snow or white, it's miserable

White? mankind

The white thorn scared my eyes.

As a blind person,

Sitting in the dark

Lonely and melancholy

I am like a plum blossom in the snow.

Can't find the future

I can't find the end

Cyclic transformation of spring, summer, autumn and winter

I feel the season silently in my heart.

It's winter now.

The chill calms me down.

Blizzard is rampant this season.

The whole universe has abandoned it.

Leave me

I stood in an empty place.

This is a page in the poetry collection that I can't fill out.

Maybe this is a misunderstanding.

I failed my life.

Turn your back on the universe

Turn your back on yourself

In this world.

Xue Mei Kello

It will always be like this

The third movement: three folds of plum blossoms

Three distant ancient earthquakes shook the snowflakes in the sky.

Three thousand snow-white plum blossoms are covered with the singer's blood and tears.

Plum blossoms are grand and tragic.

My life is the life of plum blossom.

Ice and snow are proudly independent.

What a hard bone!

Trapped in the snow

I have been lost in a hurry since that summer.

I haven't even had time to cry.

I am a lost lamb.

I was tortured by life.

Now I'm accused of a felony.

Although young and heavily in debt.

Nobody needs to forgive me.

I am a wanted fugitive.

Fled the scene

Flee to the yellow river

Yellow River, my love.

The cold in the dark calmed me down.

I want to live.

I want to live in my heart.

The human heart is a world.

It's a house where people live, and they die and die.

I want to experience my life.

Mei kai Luo mei

Xue Mei flies in my heart.

At this moment, Xiao Sheng's telephone rang.

Gave me a chance to dance.

Dance, the silent roar of hysterical patients

Shocked leaves

Shake off the love letter sent by God in spring.

After the dance, the fields were desolate.

In the snow, plum blossoms fall.

answer

Xiao Sheng is endless.

Love is endless.

Regret erodes my body like a sword.

Now I'm empty-handed

Only empty memories without content.

This is the end without a beginning.

My youth ruined me in vain.

Three plum blossoms form three plum blossoms in the tune.

I just want to sleep quietly on the mountain covered with Xue Mei.

Have an honest dream quietly.

Dream of a beautiful birth

The wind is infinite.

Xiao Sheng is endless.

Snowflakes are hovering over me.

Chorus: Sonnets of Prayer

Forgive me!

I know I'm guilty.

I know I have too much suffering to bear.

I wasted my life in bad wine.

I want to stand in this world.

I want to be a happy person.

I want to live today and live for a long time.

The language of eternal life is sincere words to lovers.

It's raining in Xue Mei, and the land is boundless.

Help me sincerely

I want to live in an open city-state in Xue Mei.

The cold time and space calmed me down.

dusk

I lost a bird a long time ago.

Still looking.

A few years ago, that bird was gray.

I don't know its color now.

I often mention it to pedestrians.

So losing a bird

I still found a bird, a bird.

Look at the sky and see who is flying.

I always think one is the bird of the year.

A parting poem _ a sad poem

First, I miss my husband like running water. Why are you poor?

Second, in Huang Yun, thousands of miles away, the north wind blows goose feather and snow one after another. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?

Third, it seems that this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stood in the dark.

Fourth, a bottle of wine is bitter and urgent, like running water and many things.

Five, peach blossom pool water three thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun to send me love. (Li Bai: "To Wang Lun"

Six, everlasting, everlasting; One day both will end, and there should be no hatred on the moon.

Seventh, I got off the horse, poured you wine and asked where you were going and why. You said you would go back to Zhongnanshan because you were not proud of your life. Just left, I want to ask again, look at the white clouds floating.

Eight, willows and Dongfeng trees, green rivers. It's not so convenient to have a rest recently. It should be because there are too many people.

Ninth, I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! .

If you teach your eyes to hate, you won't believe there are hoary heads in the world.

Eleven, there is a beautiful woman, I don't forget, I don't look, I think it's crazy.

Twelve, I can't forget to leave, and the wine is deep and shallow. So as to pass the audio book to the geese. Donglai is not as far as Penglai.

Thirteenth, we watched him walk eastward through the tower gate, leaving only hoofprint behind him. (Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home)

Fourteen, there is a blue mountain line in the north of the Great Wall and a white waterline in the east of the city. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

15. Friend, I have been watching you go down the mountain. Until now, in the dark, I closed the door of the thatched cottage. The spring grass will turn green next year, but what about you, my friend Prince? ?

16. Centrifuge with Xijiang River and sail straight for thousands of miles.

Seventeen, good people often take the right path and not be enemies of the world. The wicked flatter too much and get nothing. (Tang)

Yellow leaves, you insist on giving up this place where you once lived. The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon. When can we meet again and have a hangover?

Nineteen. Is it raining all the way to Chu? The bell in the evening came to us from Nanjing. The rain is heavy, the sky is not right, and the birds fly slowly. The Yangtze River flows into the distance of the Yangtze River, and the trees are full of rain. Farewell to my old friend, I love infinity, and tears fall down on the river.

Twenty, hate is not as good as tide and faith, and acacia began to feel that the sea was not deep.

Twenty-one, enter my acacia door, know my acacia, acacia is like a memory, and acacia is infinite.

Twenty-two, affectionate since ancient times, more comparable, and it is a cold autumn festival!

Twenty-three, Wang Fu, the river is long, turned into stone, and never looked back.

Twenty-four, the decline of the orchid to see the guests off Xianyang Road, if the day is old and affectionate. (Tang)

Twenty-five, cold rainy night into Wu, Fujian solitary. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Twenty-six, friends like painting must be light, mountains like paper do not like peace. (yuan)

Twenty-seven, outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain. Horizon, a corner of the sea, intimate friends are half scattered. A ladle of turbid wine makes me happy. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.

Twenty-eight, the belt is getting wider and wider, and I won't regret it. Will make people haggard for Iraq.

Sad poem

Sad poem

1, the width of the contract between life and death. Don't refuse to say that beautiful oath because it may change, and don't be afraid to ask for heart-to-heart because it may be separated.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it. -Li Shangyin's "Jinse"

3, Tao is a good marriage, I only saw the wood and stone alliance. Facing the sky, the nobles in the mountains are crystal clear with snow; I will never forget the lonely forest in the world.

4. The old friend has gone, leaving only the Yellow Crane Tower next to the Yellow Crane.

5, bonuses are easy to decline, such as Lang Yi, and the water flow is infinite. -Four Poems by Zhi Zhu (Part Two)

6. If you raise the dust on the road, if you make the cement muddy, you will float and sink at different potentials. When will you meet? -Cao Zhi's "Tall Buildings and Bright Moon"

You gave birth to me before I was born. I was old when I gave birth to you. I hate being born at the same time and being with you every day.

8. Look at the flowers in front of the court, and the honor and disgrace are not shocking; Look up at the sky, there are clouds, no intention to stay!

9. The Pear Flower Garden dissolves the moon, and the catkin pool has a faint wind.

10, if two feelings last for a long time, it is still a matter of time. -Qin Guan's "Queqiao Fairy"

1 1 but I can't see the magic mountain far away, and you are on that side, thousands of peaks away.

12, falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more. -Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Work"

13, flowers are similar, people are different.

14, people are sentimental and thin, but now they are not sentimental. -Nalanxingde's "Spread the Happy Sand"

Although my body has no bright phoenix wings, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"

16, ten life and death are two boundless, abandoned and unforgettable.

17, thin shadow and self-pity, Qiu Shui, you must have pity on me and you. -Resentment

18, Life and Death and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -Anonymous "The Book of Songs, High Wind and Drumming"

19, how much sadness can you have? It's just a spring flowing eastward.

20, helpless flowers fall, I feel familiar with Yan's return Small garden incense path wandering alone.

2 1, how many lovesickness one-night stands, the ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's Swallow House

22, find a good dream, the dream is difficult to achieve. Who knows my mood at this time? The rain fell in front of the curtain of tears in front of the pillow and dripped through a window. Quail day

23, the belt is getting wider and wider, I don't regret it. Too tired for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi

There are poems about farewell _ sad poems

First of all, it is the end of the mountain range and the beginning of the plain, and the river winds through the wilderness. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

Second, thick cloth wraps the cause, and the belly is full of poetry. Su Shi bid farewell to Dongchuan

Third, water raises eyes, and mountains gather eyebrows. Wang Guan's "Bu Operator Send Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang"

Fourth, teenagers leave home, old people return, and the local accent does not change. He's "A Book of Two Hometowns"

Verb (abbreviation of verb) However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven is still our neighbor. Quit the viceroy and go to Shuzhong for his post.

Six, once the sea is difficult for water, amber forever. Yuan Zhen's "Four Poems Thinking"

Seventh, the north wind rolled white grass and blew them, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.

Eight, the autumn sails of the Qingfeng River are getting darker, and there are only a few old trees beside the white God wall. Gao Shi ordered Li and Wang, the deputy governors, to be demoted and transferred to Central Summer and Changsha.

Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness. Du Fu's Hope in Spring

Ten, cold rain into the river night in Wu, Fujian in loneliness. Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.

Xi。 It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming. Untitled time was a long time before I met her, but it was even longer since we were separated by Li Shangyin.

12. I have to leave Potter and me since yesterday. Li Bai, Xuanzhou Xie? Architecture Farewell to School Uncle Shu Yun

Thirteen, the sand sea deepened with unfathomable ice, gloomy Wan Li condensate. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.

Fourteen, after all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June. Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.

Fifteen, the mighty sorrow is slanting in the daytime, and the whip refers to the end of the world. Gong Zizhen's Five Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai

Sixteen, there are farewell poems.

17. The boundless grassland comes and goes with each season. Bai Juyi's Farewell to Ancient Grass

18. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. Li Bai, Xuanzhou Xie? Architecture Farewell to School Uncle Shu Yun

Nineteen, solitary sail overlooking the sky, I saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky. Li Bai's The Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

Twenty, the trees of Wanhe reach the sky, and the cuckoos of Qianfeng crow. Letter from Wang Wei to Li, the envoy of Zizhou.

Twenty one. I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends.

Twenty-two, the bright moon is like a mirror, and the sea clouds are like a palace. Li Bai bid farewell to his friends at Jingmen Ferry.

23. Is it raining on the Acropolis? Light dust, the green willow color of the guest house is new. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

Twenty-four, Luoyang relatives and friends asked each other, a piece of ice heart in the jade pot. Wang Changling broke up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn.

Twenty-five, I advise you to drink one more glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. Wang Wei's "Cheng Wei Qu"

Twenty-six, the old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. Li Bai's The Yellow Crane Tower bid farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou.

Twenty-seven, thousands of miles away in Huang Yun, the sun is shining, and the north wind blows geese and snow. Tall? Two Great Poems by Biedong

Twenty-eight, the next day the lotus leaf is infinitely blue, and the lotus is different from red. Yang Wanli's Letter to Lin Zifang from Jingci Temple, Chu Xiao.

Twenty-nine, don't lean on the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Li Yu's "The Sand Waves Clap the Rain outside the Curtain"

Thirty, the bright moon does not surprise magpies, and the breeze sings at midnight. Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon Walking the Yellow Sand Road

Thirty-one, but since the water is still flowing, although we cut with swords and raise our glasses to drown our sorrows. Li Bai, Xuanzhou Xie? Architecture Farewell to School Uncle Shu Yun

Thirty-two, a young man left his hometown and returned to his hometown, and the local accent did not change. He's "Two Hometown Couplets"

Thirty-three, laugh and watch the sky go out, I am Artemisia. Li Bai's "Nanling children don't go to Beijing"

Thirty-four, lazy to pick flowers, half-edge repair half-edge gentleman. Yuan Zhen's "Four Poems Thinking"

Thirty-five, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only his hoofprint. Song of Snow White sends Tian Shuji home.

Hate you is not like the bright moon, east and west, north and south, north and south, only with each other. Lv Benzhong's "picking mulberry seeds hates you like Jiang Yue"