A bell ringing in the rain

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? Butterfly Lovers (Wu Fengqi)

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence. I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

journey

On the ancient road of Chang 'an, riding a thin horse slowly, Gao Liu Qiu Chan screamed. The sun is shining and the autumn wind is blowing gently. I look at the sky and see it falling from all directions. The clouds that have gone are traceless. Where is the expectation of the past? The spirit of debauchery has faded, and there are fewer drinking companions in the past. Now I am not as young as before.

Tidal bore watching

Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the dike sand, and the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty. Sanqiu cassia seed, Shili lotus flower. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. Riding a thousand times with high teeth, drunk listening to drums and enjoying smoke clouds. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.

Klang Ganzhou

Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Miss a beautiful woman, dress up and look up, miss a few times, God knows how to get back to the boat. I am anxious (also known as "gazing") when I am eager to know me and lean on it.

Ding Fengbo

Since the beginning of spring, I have been sad and sad, and my heart is cocoa. In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk. Crispy and cloud-averse. I'm tired of combing all day. Nothing! When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book. If I knew, I would regret not locking the carved saddle. When I arrived at the phoenix window, I was only concerned with that person, like a pipe, and I was rigidly attached to teaching chanting lessons. Follow the town and don't give up. Needle and thread are idle. Sit with Yi. And me, so as not to let young people suffer from yin deficiency.

Hechongtian

On the gold list, I lost hope. How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? If you fail, you will struggle and not swim wildly. Why lose your life? A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes. Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggling up to the red and leaning against the green, an affair, smooth sailing. Youth is in one day. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.

Hechongtian

The idle window leaks forever, and the moonlight is frosty. Under the curtain, the residual light is quiet. Repeatedly chasing the past, emotional, caring. Sit and meditate. If the weather is good and the scenery is good, it is best not to show your eyebrows. It used to be a lot of junk. What's more, they have been thrown away for years. If we meet again, just like before. There is nothing to regret. Good night all the way, the family is only frustrated.

yellow

Who owns the garden in sunny days and spring? Warm method urges, the valley is peaceful, orioles dance, and the fragrant trees are moved at first. Seeing the wet golden clothes, Ye Ying speaks like a spring. Xiao Lai's big branches are rough, as if whispering his heart and profound meaning. There is no evidence that warm smoke comes out at first, and then you go swimming with bees. Wild tracks, two calls, and finally dance in the fog. When I was on the farm, I was in the depths of the flowers. At this time, Haiyan was spared.

Xuemeixiang

Quiet and small, dangerous buildings are independent and clear. I feel sad about autumn, and so did Song at that time. The fishing market is lonely and cold, and the water town is full of Wu Ye's sorrow. Chu Tiankuo, the waves soak in the sunset, and thousands of miles dissolve. Miss Kerry in the breeze, ignore your face and fold your eyebrows. Unfortunately, in those days, Dun was a good boy. Elegant and graceful, full of body, water flows in the west and water flows in the east. No resentment, no desire for love, and pay for it.

Caiyungui

Gao Heng sailed briskly towards dusk. Unload Yun Fan and Shui Yi Fish Town. At dusk and when it is picturesque, the river is quiet and the bright moon flies away. It's better to listen. The village in the distance is in charge, which leads people to heartbroken. At this time, the waves are windy and the years are boundless. It hurts. The banquet was affectionate and desolate. Don't come to the hardest part, the sleeves are in accordance with the contract, and there is fragrance. It can be regarded as a phoenix pillow, and I will never think about it at night. Love, only Qi Lin, an unforgettable word.

Guqingbei

The frozen water disappears, the breeze keeps you warm, and spring fills the eastern suburbs. The scenery is slow, the smoke is moist, and the long beach is surrounded by grass. Duan Hong flies back lightly, and Jiang Tian wanders. The distant mountains change color, and the makeup eyebrows are lightly swept. Looking at thousands of miles, leisurely leaning on danger, overlooking. How much? It hurts the arm of spring. Where to read? Shaoyang is too early. I want to visit Dili. There are famous gardens and trees, and Meiying flowers are good. Cherish the past and be young. Follow the days, listen to music and buy laughter. Don't be dark and negative, how much time.

Pimp a butterfly

Looking at the rain, the clouds were broken, quietly looking at Qiu Guang. The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad. The water is light and the wind is light, and the apple flowers are getting old; The moon is cold and the leaves are yellow. Emotional distress. Where are the old friends? Smoke and water are boundless. Unforgettable cocktail party, several lonely moons, and repeated star frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoxiang is. Reading Shuang Yan is difficult to rely on far letters; Refers to the old age, empty knowledge home. Looking at each other in the dark, the sunset stands in the broken sound.

Wu Fengqi

Walking obstacle of lichen silk in Jin Shu. Bend the cloister and look for it in the quiet night. On the jade carving crescent moon, Zhu Fei is half hidden and half present. Warm chimney, warm bucket account Yushu Qiongzhi, touching each other. The wine is getting stronger and stronger, and Yuanyang embroidery turns red.

Yidijing

Thin pillow weather, suddenly feel the taste of parting. It's colder to get up and sleep. After all, I can't sleep, and the night is as long as years. I'm going to stay, but I'm going back to Levi's. Fighting for Nye again has been completed. Ten thousand ideas, many solutions, can only rely on loneliness and disgust. I am body and mind, and I have a thousand tears for you.

Ding Fengbo

Standing on the long embankment, the night wind rises. The shower stopped, the eyes were sparse, the willows were jammed, and the arrows were thousands of miles away. When you come here by boat, everyone competes for fame and profit. I miss sluts, drive all day, and feel that the countryside has turned around. What do you mean? Embroidered pavilions are lightly thrown, and brocade is hard to meet. Nai travels widely, hates diseases, and has recently become familiar with them, which is very official. This kind of feeling, writing incense vertically, depends on who made it. Counting Meng Guang, you will languish every day after hearing about me.

Shorts

Late autumn. A light rain fell on the gazebo. The threshold is sparse, and the shaft is messy and disabling. Sadness. Wangjiangguan. The clouds are hazy and the sunset glow is hazy. What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset. Looking back on that year, Song Yu, who was sentimental, saw how sad this autumn was. She used to climb mountains and rivers. Thousands of miles away in Wan Li, the road is difficult, and the road is so sad. I especially hate hearing the sound of running water from the long river. A lonely museum is like a year. In the posthouse, it's the same as each other, year after year. Dewdrops in the autumn wind began to get cold, and in the middle of the night, the pain in the chest became worse. On second thought. Night is always opposite to the scene, only a handful, thinking about the past. At that time, fame and fortune did not exist, but in Song Lou brothels and other scenic spots, the time consumed every year. The infinite city of the capital reminds me that when I was young, I just wanted to have fun every day. There are crazy friends, and when they meet songs, they compete for wine. However, after parting, time flies, and those fun and fun scenes are like a dream, with a little cigarette in front of us. Thinking about fame and fortune, haggard and lingering. It is those who have fame and fortune that make me so haggard and will fetter me. I feel a little cold because of the leaking arrow. Gradually swallow, draw a few corners. Silent to the window, the light went out and waited for dawn, and the shadow couldn't sleep alone. (2 12 words)

Lotus picking list

Moonlight harvest, the clouds are light and the wind is light. Four passengers, this time the situation is more tragic. Cui E sent Qi Lin by hand and rolled Zhu Hu again. Thousands of charming faces, Ying Ying stood, speechless and tearful, struggling to look back? One leaf orchid floats on a boat, and then you run to Ling Bo. I love sex, I don't know how to leave my mood, and I'm so old-fashioned and annoying. With who? Looking back, I can't see the heavy city. There are two or three smoke trees outside the cold river.

Quail day

Blow the residual smoke into the night wind. There is a curtain on the bright moon. Because the road is far away, people are far away, and their hearts are different. Affectionate and considerate. The blue clouds disappeared without a trace. I should only have been born in the past and been locked up in two places.

Nvguanzi

Broken clouds and residual rain. Sprinkle it slightly cold and give birth to porch households. Remove the rustling trees. The Milky Way is dark, Huaxing is bright and dark, and the clouds are light. Sally's footsteps are silent. You can't miss autumn. It's a long way, fireflies come and go. I am worried about the breeze on the moon, sleepless in the air and thinking about old feelings. In the bushes at the front, some people came back to drink and slightly reconcile the honeymoon between couples. Obedience will hinder you. Acacia can't get together for long. A sunny day and a sunny night were angered and full of worries for no reason.

Yan Dao Ji

Linjiangxian

Linjiang Xianzi dreams that the balcony is locked high and the curtains are hung low. Last spring, hate came, the fallen petal became independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight. His two focuses were on Se. On the pipa string, he said he was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and he had returned like a colorful cloud. Linjiang Xiannv Danshui was happy for three years.

Huanxisha

After three years of joy in danshui, I left a few nights of love on the dangerous string and returned home with the dance of morning frost and red leaves. Guests like this ancient road, the short pavilion in Qiu Meng. Green wine respects the tears before, and the sound smells in the sun. Shaoling's poems are old and famous. When Yun Hong met, it was a smoky city.

Linjiangxian's first sight in front of the grass-fighting steps

The first time I saw it before mowing the grass steps, I saw it on the needle-piercing floor. The skirt is fragrant, the eyebrows are blue and the eyes are green, and the face is blushing. Running water goes with spring, and clouds end with me. When I woke up, I hated Jinping's emptiness. I was looking for a dream, flying in the rain and falling in the flowers.

Linjiangxian, it's full of leisure outside.

My mind is full of worries outside my body, and my eyes are often full of joy. Next year, I should give you a poem. How long will it take me to meet you from tonight? Anyone who wants a light drink will be advised, and only you can understand the affection. The spring of Dongxihe River will be the same. The shadows on the willows will be on the river and the snow will be on the branches.

The charming fairy tale of Linjiang Xian.

Charming fairy flowers tell stories, and light spring willows can sleep. Deep in the jade building, I dream back to the grass night in front of the window and fall into a splendid sky. Diving is thick and embroidered, flowing clouds are shallow and golden boats are shallow. Green, delicate and red are just pitiful, so they must be like the moon.

Linjiang county magistrate Abby Ganlanying

Long love fades away, when autumn water hibiscus blooms, I blush and learn to cry. Leng Yan is smoked in summer clothes, and the clouds are rolling. Misty rain is like old wheat straw, who is drunk and fragrant? Last year, it was like a separate butterfly.

Linjiang county Qian Yu Han Chun ban

Shallow than a cold spring, the snow disappears and the grass grows, and the smoke fan is on the old pond. The wind blows plum blossoms, and the rain is sunny and apricot blossoms are fragrant. When the moon sets, I once dreamed of the Tang Dynasty. Where do you think you're going to think about it? Now this is not a dream, but a trip to Iraq.

Linjiang Xiandongye died without a kind word.

When Dongye died, there were no beautiful sentences. After Yu Jun left, it was easy to make friends and recall the past. When Wang Jian, the bald man, was there, he also saw the poet singing. He learned to grow old in the mountains, leaving his name for thousands of years, and he didn't often speak at wine banquets and songs. He fought like a stranger in the south and occupied the spring of a year.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Hua Lian Xu Juan is in the limelight.

The wind is cold, pink and fragrant. New wine adds residual wine, and this spring will not reduce the previous spring resentment. Butterflies fly to warblers everywhere, tall buildings are out of water, and Pisces is broken. The turbulent layer waves are one inch square, and the sunset is just near dusk.

Butterfly lotus dreams like Jiangnan along the waterway.

I dreamed of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and never met anyone who left me. I was ecstatic when I slept, but I was disappointed. I tried my best to make this love letter simple and clear, but there was no evidence in the end. However, I leaned against the string song and broke Qin Zhengzhu.

Hua Lian drunk don't wake up in the west building?

I was drunk in the west building and I can't remember when I woke up. It's easy to get together and break up. It's easy to get together and have a walk. You don't sleep in front of the half-moon window, but Wu is on the screen. The words in that poem on your clothes are always sad. It is cold and empty to cry for others in the dead of night.

Die Hua Lian Xiao Yan Qiu Lian Sheng Lv Pu

Laughing and laughing, Qiulian has a pool of green, red face and green waist. I used to know Ling Bo's daughter, took photos and put on makeup. Is the west wind the king? I hate sunny days, and it's just sunset, not late rain. No one can solve the inner pain.

Dielianhua Courtyard Yehongbian

The yard is covered with moss and red leaves. When Jin Ju opened, it was near the Double Ninth Festival. Every day, the lotus leaves wither green fans, and the smoke in the powder pool is as clear as practice. Try to sober up the noodles with a cool breeze. The word goose came and hit the floor. When the frost clouds turn, whose reed pipe blows autumn resentment.

Iris green grass pond spring is late again.

Green grass pond in late spring, delicate branches and leaves, light makeup. When Shuang Yan came, he was still far away, and the beaded embroidery workers were full of flowers. Green column frequency shift string is easy to break. Observing Qin Zheng carefully, it seems that human feelings are short-lived.

Liang Zhu, Queqiao, Driving a Phoenix

The magpie bridge is in a hurry, and it's getting late, begging for the first cool night. Ingenious double moth painting, jade hook hanging diagonally next to the southwest. The cymbals are broken under the cool leaves, and the sleeves are on the shoulders. Who still remembers that sentence? The way across the galaxy can still be borrowed. In what year should we hate each other?

Butterfly flowers, lotus flowers, jade trees, bamboos.

Jasper tall buildings live near the water, and when the red apricots bloom, the flowers meet at the bottom of the water. At dusk in spring, Xiaoying went to the clouds. Far water comes from the road downstairs, and all is silent, and there is no fish in it. The moon is bright and the wind is clear, and the dream soul grows in the crotch.

Quail day

Partridge day, open a lotus, go hand in hand.

Keep the lotus to travel together, and make an appointment to sail on the blue boat. When you come to Pukou, there are many tall buildings along the river. Flowers bloom silently, running water is empty, and flowers compete every year. If there was a strong westerly wind in the Ming Dynasty, it would be impossible to compete with Zhu Yan for autumn.

Partridge sky, colorful sleeves, holding jade Zhong Qin.

Caixiu diligently held the jade clock, but she was drunk for those years. They are dancing in the heart of the willow building and singing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan. After parting, they recalled their meeting and had several dreams with you. Tonight, I'm afraid that meeting was a dream.

Partridge drunk, pat the spring shirt and cherish the old fragrance.

Drunk enough to pat the spring shirt and cherish the old fragrance, the sky will stay resentful and tired, and the autumn grass will grow older on strangers.

The sun rises and sets in the building. Clouds are boundless, water is boundless, and pedestrians have a long way to go. Acacia has no words, don't waste your tears on stationery. Partridge, your little father has seen Yu Di before.

Your little father has seen Yu Di before, and the silver lamp is too enchanting. Who can hate getting drunk in a song? After singing, the smell of wine remains the same. Spring is quiet, the night is far away, the sky is blue and the palace is far away. The dream soul is used to the unrestrained inspection and has crossed Xie Qiao again.

Zhegu Cui Yiwei, Li Lou Station, Shi Tian

Shili terraces lean against the green, and cuckoos crow in the depths of a hundred flowers. Talking to pedestrians diligently is not like a lost bird flying for the second time. When it clears up, the sound might as well come back. Will you never come back at the end of the world, and never wait for the return date?

Partridge sky, misty and strange.

Flowers fly in the clouds and cuckoos crow. At the end of the year, things are different, and people are worried about who is long. Plum rain is fine, the breeze is weak, and people leaning against the building want clothes. The garden bloomed for the third time, but Manqian was still not at home.

Partridge day, the moment when magpies are misinformed.

Magpie was misinformed that day and is still a heartbroken fairy. This bridge has become a star wave in Zhu Han, and people are singing and dancing in front of birds. Don't spend the night, don't spend more time and don't be too happy. You know there is no long-term plan for this meeting, and the toad is not round.

Partridge, hand pick incense notes, in memory of filial piety.

I remember Xiaolian holding a fragrant note in her hand. I want to pass on my resentment. When I come back to lie alone at night, I will meet you in my dream. Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to round. I only think that flowers and the moon are like a happy fate. Qin Zheng is in a good mood. Try to write off the sound and enter the old string.

Shengchazi

Something went wrong. Jin Anmei, the boy, Jin Anmei, the boy went to vault. He was tied to a jade building and embroidered on a chilly spring night. The news didn't come back, and Lihua died. Acacia has nowhere to talk about, and she is on her back under the swing.

It's a long dream to have a fault.

Mountains have long dreams, but fish and geese have little noise and dust. The temples are pitiful and green, only for old feelings. It is better to be a man than to have a dream screen. Parting is really harder than meeting.

Something went wrong, and it rained and said goodbye.

The rain has said goodbye, and the running water cannot return to Pu. When will the resentment stop, the heart will be bitter for Qiulian. I can't sing with tears in my eyes, but I will try my best to express my sadness. Xian said I wanted to meet, and I knew whether I would meet or not.

Sheng Zhazi hates She Jiangyao.

I hate wading across the river for a long time and moving to live near the stream head. I wandered around Mulan boat and strayed into Shuangyuanpu. I am frivolous for no reason, it is simply dark rain. My greensleeves is too cold to talk to Lotus.

A few days of leisure for students and officials.

When will the world be full when the official is idle for a few days? Your face is not red, but my sideburns are not green. Liu Hua is full of incense, and the golden thread is full of affectionate music. Let's appreciate it with all our eyes, and don't sigh that time is pressing.

Where does raw tea spring come from?

Where does spring come from? Ask the stream. The willows on the shore are yellow, and the wheat on the long side is green and moist. Affectionate and beautiful young people are very close. Who sent sister Ling Tou to report the letter from Jiangnan?

Nanxiangzi

Nanxiangzi Road Shui Dai Qingchao

With the green tide in the water, there is a Zhu Lan Xiaodu Bridge on the water. On the bridge, my daughter smiled enchanting and stood leaning against the willow. Moonlit flowers, whispering by Yu Di. The layman looks back, all the way, if it is farther than Yinhe Road.

Nanxiangzi has a crescent moon like an eyebrow.

The crescent moon is like an eyebrow. Who can teach the flute to play under the moon? The building leans against the dusk clouds to see the geese, flies south, and then goes home. I want to dream of a good time, but I don't know the way to Guanshan in my dream. However, it should be too late to write a short book to break the grievances, or when the jade pillow is cold.

Nanxiangzi Hua ya LAN Xun Xiang

Painting ducks is lazy and fragrant, and embroidery still shows old mandarin ducks. It's not like worrying about dawn, empty bed, carefully picking silver lanterns and complaining about long leaks. After several waves of jathyapple, the dream came to the Orchid Room with the moon. Sleeping unforgettable is heartless and heartbroken.

Nanxiangzi Changyangnian Road

Changyang Road, full of green. Try to catch up with the spring breeze and return to the palace flowers and trees. Fang Fei travels around, and today is not as healthy as the day before. The wine smells bleak, and the new hatred still adds to the old hatred.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

You can't stay in Qingping Music, and you can't stay in Lanzhou until you get drunk.

If you can't stay, get drunk and go to Lanzhou. You will cross Bi Tao Chunchun Road and pass the place where Xiaoying cries.

The ferry is green and the branches and leaves are merciful. Since then, the brocade book has been suspended and the painting building is unfounded.

You can't complain if you are happy and wise.

Xu's heart was full of resentment, but he followed. See you in the east of Danxing Wall that day, and the green window of tryst is full of topics. The past is clear in your eyes, and it is hard to rely on pity as a dream. It's all bad luck in the old days, as long as it's ruthless today. Yueqing and the strings are freehand and the meaning is broken. Books are infinite, but I still hate sex. I lay down and listened to the phoenix tree, and the rain was hazy. Where is the one-night dream?

Ripples and wrinkles of qingpingle

Ripples are blue and wrinkled, and after the winding water is clear, thin plum fragrance is put on the sleeve, and the dark joy in spring remains the same. When I returned to the east of Mozi, Chai Jin changed wine to ease my worries. The willow shadows are deep and narrow, and the flowers are small and small.

Philip Burkart people.

Red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and thousands of miles miss travelers. Where the clouds go, no letter will return to the flood. Where can I send books? Tears are endless, so I spin ink on the inkstone. I gradually wrote goodbye, and the red note was colorless in the depths of this feeling.

Endless desire

Sauvignon Blanc. If you ask acacia, unless you meet each other. Sauvignon Blanc. I don't know who to talk to about acacia.

lily magnolia

Magnolia swing courtyard curtain sunset

In the swing yard, the curtains are heavy at dusk, and colored pens are embroidered. There are more flowers on the wall than flowers, and there is a breeze behind the door. If you know where the clouds are, you should dream of becoming a king in spring. Zisui knows the old road and hisses across the east side of Huaqiao. Yulan, I hate it when the flowers are late. I hate it when the flowers are late, but I miss you late. Lan Yi still has the fragrance of the old days and every dream.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Bodhisattva Manai Zhengyi Xiangnong River Area

Zheng Yiqu, who is sorrowful and happy, writes all the voices in green. Pointing at thirteen strings will spread deep hatred. When the autumn water slows down, the jade column flies. Spring mountain eyebrows are low when it hits the heartbroken heart. Bodhisattva wants to meet each other, wants to meet each other, and wants to talk about lovesickness. He is also afraid of lovesickness, and shallow lovers don't know. He remembers holding hands once, and the full moon was long.

Bodhisattva Laishi Liuyang Dongqiao Road

When I came to Yangliuqiao Road, there was a dark phase in the song. The bright moon is good for karma, but it is not round yet. But I found grass and drew a fan to keep out the rain. Flying catkins are ruthless, and people should laugh when they are free.

Bimudan

Green sleeves are sparse, and cool leaves urge Yan to return. The west wind hurts several times, and Gao Huaiyuan stays overnight. Fine chrysanthemum branches are tender and fragrant, and the moon marks are still in the courtyard. What is the limit? It's too late to expect autumn. When you leave the temple, you change your mind and remember the world. It's shorter than this. Try to date. If you want to pass on the vegetarian season, Nanyun should have new geese.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Bodhisattva made another ruthless plan with the east wind.

Dongfeng made another ruthless plan, and bright pink and delicate red were blown all over the floor. The shade of the blue building did not cover the sadness, but it was still like a day last year. Who knows, because of Guan Chun's disability, I have to cry everywhere. At this time, the golden lamp must be deep, and you can get drunk after watching all the fallen flowers.

Bodhisattva-level people, the ruthless price of the past passage

At that time, the letter was ruthless, and the peach leaves respected the night. I blushed and learned plum blossom makeup, and my eyebrows were as beautiful as the moon. I was drunk when I came, and I know who helped me get on the horse. I remember picking up all five lamps, but I don't remember how many words I left.

Ruan Langgui

Ruan Langgui's old powder looks like the original.

The old fragrance is as good as ever, and people's feelings and enmities are not as good as before. There are still several running scripts in a spring, and Qiu Lai's books are even more cold and lonely. Even if you have a dream, it will become empty, comparable to no dream.

Ruan Langgui, Palme d 'Or dew cream on the horizon.

The golden palm frost on the horizon, the clouds grow and the geese grow. Green cup black tea relies on the Double Ninth Festival, and human feelings are like hometown. Lanpeizi, chrysanthemum yellow, diligent and proud. If you want to turn drunkenness into sorrow, don't sing sadly.

Ruanlanggui powder is very fresh and lingering in Jianxian County.

Powder marks are printed with jade tips and fibers, and they are crimson in the evening. Old cold and new warmth are still in harmony, and plum blossoms are waiting for snow. In spring, Ran Ran is very tired, and the platform is facing the shutters. Individuals whip shadows to cool toads and edges on the front of buildings.

Ruan Langgui came to Hongri to make a screen window.

When I come, I will make a screen window in the red sun, and I will be hospitalized in the spring sleep, and the fragrant screen will cover the moon.

Jade feather, beauty makeup, poor green letter. Yusheng still loves peach blossoms, but he is not homesick tonight.

Huanxisha

Huan Xi Ji Yi Cun, Jieting, gold placer

The wine near Qiting is delicious. After a long time, you get drunk. With people singing and laughing, you are too lazy to comb your hair. Outdoor green spring is a horse, and the red candle in front of the bed calls Lu at night. You can still solve your feelings when you meet. Huanxisha was drunk in the afternoon, Xiqiao didn't wake up in the afternoon, and Yuhua was miserable. When we come back, we should reduce our temples. Willow contains short pavilions and phoenix buildings.

Six orders

Six eyes, the shade of spring is gone.

Spring has run out in the shade, and birds flock around the fragrant pavilion. I came to the Cuimei Palace late, and I learned about the distant mountains skillfully. I didn't say anything crazy, but I realized it. Covered with curtains, the new twist is wonderful, secretly letting idle people sneak a sneak peek. The previous books were all code words, with shallow meanings and difficult answers. Last night, the poem was a palindrome, but the rhyme was still scrawled. When the music is over, remember that the red wax will not disappear. Willow is some silk. There are still few geese in the south, and brocade is unprovoked. In the colorful string sound, Baochai Yao mat is spelled into a guest who didn't go home before. The thought of thinning plum blossoms is fragrant and white at the end of the month. Who bypassed the stream ahead, with branches in his hand. I don't know how to hurt and hate the distance, but I will give it to the bagpipes. It's sad and lonely, and it's even more sad to think of the past when the flowers fell.

Sorrow order

With Jiangge, I can watch cigarettes and hate spring. There are also flutes and tears, and the east wind of wine. Sometimes the grass is green and the flowers are red, which is far from the sun. As muddy as the lotus pillow in the picture.

Yujiexing

South of the street, trees are shaded in spring, and the spring road is covered with snow. The flowers at the top of the tree are colorful and charming, and the family under the tree is Zhu Hu. The north building is idle, the curtains are high, and you can see the trees in the south of the street. The railing is still untidy, and it rained several times. In late spring, the horse stepped on the moss and stood by the shade. The fallen flowers are still there, the fragrance screen is empty, and people don't know where to go.

Langtaosha

Small green leaves grow red, and flowers bloom and fall as last year. But I hate places full of flowers. The past is empty. The mountains are far away and the waters are heavy, and the smile is hard to meet. It has been a long time in separation. Frost nunnery knows that he has left here, and there are still a few spring breeze.

Complain about one's feelings

Because of the grass, I remember the skirt, the green waist was flooded and smoked. People are quiet in dry music, and I used to lean against the dusk. The wind has rhyme, the moon has no trace, and the soul is dark. I plan to write out the residual flowers and send them to the clouds.

Sword and song

Liu Xia is singing in the yard, and her sister is swinging among the flowers. I remember what happened in the Spring Building that day. Before writing to jathyapple, at the red window, see who sent Xiao Lian. Crimson wax accompanied by tears, Wu silkworm lingering, how much hate hair temples. If she refuses to be ruthless, this year will be even worse than last year.

Dianjiangchun

When the flower letter comes, I hate that no one is like a flower. I lost weight again in spring and broke all the willows in front of my door. The sky is affectionate, but I am not with Youyou. After parting, tears and wine occupied my sleeve. When I touched my lips, I touched my makeup pad, and I sang red tears. I want to blow the flowers away. I like lotus fragrance for a long time.

Liangzhou order

Do not sing Yangguan songs, tears wet the golden thread of the years. Leaving songs has been the most soul-destroying place since ancient times, and listening to songs is even more soul-destroying. The south building is full of willows, not pedestrians. Human feelings, such as flying catkins, are driven away by the spring breeze.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

The young mermaid broke the jade steps of the embankment.

Knock on the ear dike road when you are free, and laugh at Zhu Hu. Suyun condenses the moon, there is a duck head in the spring water, and there is a magnolia boat outside the door. I am used to blowing flowers, picking flowers, and meeting each other late. If the flute leans against the building, you should hate not to mention the red leaves to send acacia. Yu Meiren and Hua Fei have their own feelings, flying flowers don't fall on branches .. I hate the beauty of jade, and so do flowers. The outside world of Yu Meiren is like water, and so is the outside world. Last night, I remembered. At the beginning, the bright moon was better than ceremony, and when it grew to a full moon, people were expected to return. The old clothes have not broken their fragrance, and the old meaning has changed. In spring, I'm too lazy to tune, but there are two lines: idle tears and Bao Zheng. Yu Meiren Xiao Yu blew all over the fireworks road and Xiao Xie.

Pick mulberry seeds

Pick mulberry seeds and swing the hazy moon.

After the swing is over, the moonlight is dim and the courtyard is full of people's leisure. Carved a few, apricot powder broke overnight. In Zhaoyang Temple, the spring clothes have been put on, and the golden plumes are beginning to dry up. Don't believe in cold, try to dance in front of tomorrow's flowers. Mulberry picking is drunk in Huaixi Moon, and poetry and wine depend on each other. Tomorrow, go back to the boat and indulge in the lotus. Wen Xi gave a pair of round fans and wrote a silver hook. Lazy spring breeze. Last night, I hurried into the green mountains. Water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled, water-cooled night marks remember the month between windows, and have missed the cardiac period. It is better to remember the lovesickness in front of the window. When picking mulberry seeds, you will see it in front of the fog, and your eyes are full of charming spring. I smile and frown, but I hate to see them through the curtains. I am not in the world of mortals. If I face the clouds, I should be a dreamer tonight. I should choose mulberries.

Leave the spring order

Draw a picture of the sky and dream back to the agreement. Ten continents are full of clouds and water, and red stationery is in hand to give people books and write infinite things that hurt spring. Biepu high-rise building once leaned thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River. There are tears in the running water downstairs.

Yan Guiliang

Lotus leaf rain, bitter flower wind. Qiu hates some red branches. Smoke in the distance is collected and dissolved in water. Wild geese in blue clouds. Heart to heart. Fish lettering emotions are similar year after year. High sleeves make the night cold. People are in the east of Qiao Yue.