1. Poems describing Wuxin
The sky can be mended, the sea can be filled, and the mountains can be moved. This love is past and cannot be recalled
The relationship has always been shallow. But the love is deep
I don’t know where the love started, nor where it will end
Hanyu has no intention, but he is always affectionate
The vast earth can be destroyed with a single sword , where the bustling music falls. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.
Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.
I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.
Who will burn the smoke and disperse the ties of vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the broken string and cut off those three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.
There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy for you, but you don’t know it.
Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrown country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling.
In the past, there were tall buildings that sang in the morning and sang in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that captivated the city and the country.
When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.
The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.
Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies by. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.
This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
As time goes by, love never ends. The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it.
It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.
Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary tomb, with no place to express desolation.
Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.
Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Fenghua is a finger of quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you
Several episodes of lamentation and several lifetimes of joy and sorrow
It’s ridiculous that my fate is up to me.