All sentient beings, confused by flowers, have changed many times, and how many people care about their old friends? The moon is short and round, and generations have changed. Who sighs for the moon? Flowers bloom and fall, how many people bury flowers and shed tears? Neon flashing, paper confused, a few people wandering around the corner! The world of mortals is rolling, where is my heart?
Sigh past lives, lament the missing of this life, wait for the love of the next life, the marriage of the third life, who is waiting in the platform of reincarnation, accompanied by the other shore, accompanied by the loneliness and sadness of the third life!
Swear to the apocalypse, exchange my three fireworks for your lifelong confusion and marriage!
Years passed, thousands of years passed, thousands of years waited, and three generations passed. I, like a passer-by, appreciate how much sadness and change there are in the world. Since ancient times, several generations of reincarnation have become history, and I have experienced the sufferings of three generations. I can only look at them and say nothing. I have exchanged three generations of sadness for the opportunity, love and marriage of this life for me. The years of reincarnation are a few beauties, and the dazzling moment becomes a mulberry field. On the other side, flowers are always blooming, burning my lonely soul, but what is tumbling is my endless thoughts, and what is pressing is my endless persistence!
Standing on the embankment thousands of years ago, the waves beat against the rocks. Thousands of years of thoughts are mixed together!
Three-life love, Millennium reincarnation, Qionglou and vermilion attic; Shadows of bamboo forest, light solution to Luo Zhang, looking back at red leaves. Drunk in the battlefield, pointing out the country, laughing about the current situation, entangled for several years; Caressing a farewell, dancing a return of feelings, how much sadness, through vicissitudes, the moment when youth and beauty passed away, drunk dancing and snow? Taste the wine of past lives, sing the songs of this life, and complain about the unfinished acacia!
You, I'll trade three lives for your whole life.
The change of history has finally come. I thank God for giving me this opportunity. Somehow, I long for your love. After several cycles, you are still the same person, and you have never changed. You're still the same person I gave up three lives for a lifetime marriage. I'll wait for you in that ancient temple, just like then. Things have changed, but why didn't I see you coming and why didn't I meet you!
I cursed the heaven for failing me for one thousand years, and the golden halberd and silver hook reflected blood night, and repaired my armor for nine days, but the heaven failed me for three lives.
I shed endless blood and tears, blood dyed the sky red, the towering mountains red, the heavy mountains red, and ruined thousands of years of cultivation. I would like to make a thousand-year blood curse for the lonely souls and wild ghosts.
-use my life to suffer and blur your life. ...
Long street pavilion, fireworks burst, I looked back by the light,
The moon flies, the world of mortals is rolling, and you sigh again.
Listen to the string break, only hate parting.
Rain or shine, three generations are sad and happy at a time.
Change your life with my three fireworks.
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Change your life with my three fireworks.
The street is long and there are many fireworks. You look back with lights.
Short pavilion is short, the world of mortals is rolling, and I sigh again.
Who finally broke the string, the flower fell on the shoulder, trance blurred.
How many beauties have been worn out and how many pieces of acacia have been broken, leaving only blood-stained ink to cry in chaos.
The vast land is broken with a sword, and the prosperity is gone. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Hand over the mountains and rivers and smile for you.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
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2. Poems about praising the beautiful scenery 1, ● Hangzhou Hangzhou Wang Chun Bai Juyi Wanghailou Zhao Mingxia Tree, Hujiang Land Baitan Qingsha, Shengtao Night Expedition to the Tiangong, Six-color Spring Collection Su Xiaojia, Tea Brocade Praising Persimmons, and Unique Pears Selling Wine. Who opens the southwest road of Hu Si Temple? The grass is green and the skirt is oblique. Drinking Chu Qing on the lake, Su Shi's water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. It is always appropriate to compare the West Lake to the West Lake. 2. Remember that Jiangnan is always appropriate. Jiangzhou (Jiujiang, Jiangxi) is good in Jiangnan, and the scenery once seemed familiar. At sunrise, flowers in the river are better than fire, and in spring, the river is as green as blue. Can you forget Jiangnan? 3. I remember Jiangnan. Hangzhou (that is, Hangzhou City, Zhejiang Province) Jiang Nanyi, I remember Hangzhou best. Look for laurel trees in the temple in the middle of the month, and watch the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will I revisit it? 4.● Remember Jiangnan, Suzhou (Suzhou, Jiangsu), Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts, Wujiu, a cup of spring bamboo leaves, and Wuwa dancing and getting drunk. Will we meet again sooner or later? .
3. The ancient beautiful poem ◇ Qingyangdu ~ Jinlefu green lotus covered with green water, hibiscus covered with red and fresh.
There are lotus roots below and lotus roots above. ◇ ode to hibiscus ~ Yue Qingfeng in the Southern Dynasties shook purple leaves and exposed Zhu Shi lightly.
Zhongchi is so green, wait until I glow red. ◇ picking lotus ~ In the Southern Dynasties, Wu Liang Dai mixed flowers, and Luoyi hung Qinghe.
Ask my son where to go today, picking lotus in Jiangnan. Three thousand miles in western Liaoning, I want to send it for no reason.
May you return early, this lotus is fresh. ◇ Poems about Lotus ~ There are tiny grasses in the north of Hongze River, which can be used to rejuvenate.
Green leaves like the wind, and red cherry is suitable for the sun. Moving to the fish pond is a great loss.
How to frost dew, should be with the canopy. ◇ chanting concentric hibiscus ~ Duke Du of Sui displayed lotus flowers, and graceful water came out.
Solitary stems attract green, and double shadows reward red. The color wins the song, and the fragrance dances wildly.
The famous lotus can read by itself, and the same is true. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Sui Yin Yingtong drew countless companions and untied himself.
You don't need to wipe sweat powder, and the wind skirt can be opened at will. The boat docked against the lotus.
Lotus root silk is held as a wisp and lotus leaf as a cup. ◇ Ancient style (its twenty-six) ~ Tang Li Baibi gives birth to quiet spring, sunny and fresh.
Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the frost disappear.
If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. ◇ Lotus-picking Song ~ Xiao Weijin paddled a Mulan boat in South Liu Liang, playing with lotus flowers in the south of the Yangtze River.
Lotus fragrance is separated from Purdue, and lotus leaves are fresh all over the river. The room is easy to start with, and the handle comes with it.
As soon as the flowers are exposed, they are wet and the stems of the wind are flickering. ◇ There is a gift of folding lotus ~ Tang Li Bai is playing autumn water by the river, loving this red and fresh.
The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round. This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away.
Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. ◇ Lotus ~ Li Shangyin is colorless and compatible. Why not be fragrant?
Yao's seats were all set for the cool, but Jin was too late. Turn the light back and cross the socks with the water.
Looking forward to saying goodbye to the autumn before, leaving home to sing a song. ◇ Lotus ~ Wenlutang shakes the star gold, and rolls the orchid into a white apple.
It is necessary to put on socks for Luo Shenbo, and so far lotus plums have fragrant dust. Go out to Jingci Temple to see Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli at night. After all, the scenery of the West Lake is different from that at four o'clock in June.
Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun. ◇ hibiscus on the money pool ~ Jiangnan will rest in September, and hibiscus will turn to Zhongzhou.
Beauty laughs across the water, and the sunset is still full of sorrow. Dew wash jade plate Jintang cold, autumn wind blowing Jincheng ribbon.
It's no use looking at each other. It's getting late, and there's a kind of seclusion in the pond. ◇ A plum cut ~ Li Qingzhao's red lotus root fragrance in the Northern Song Dynasty can ruin Yuqiu, relieve Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone.
Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
◇ Su Curtain Covered ~ Zhou Bangyan burned agarwood to cool off the heat in the Northern Song Dynasty. Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird.
The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, the water was clear and round, and the wind and lotus rose one by one. My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time.
Do the fishermen in May remember each other? Boat, dream into furongpu. Li Antang ~ Huang Mingqiong Dongjiatan is a vast desert with green trees facing the water inlet.
Ten miles of brocade is constantly seen, and the west wind and the bright moon are still singing. ◇ picking lotus songs ~ Li Yaru's lotus field is a lake with a faint bonus.
Three or five boats will go, singing loudly. ◇ Hibiscus ~ The most pitiful thing about Zheng Qing Banqiao is a few blushing scars, and there is a small bamboo door beside the Shuiwai Bridge.
Looking in the mirror, I was surprised and regretted. Shi used to live in Zhuze Village. ◇ Thinking in Ouxiang ~ Modern, leisure, Xiao Wen, bid farewell to Anyi ancient town, and the water in Ouxiang is swaying in the canoe; The shore willows are dyed with green streams, and the lotus fragrance is brewed in autumn.
Living in a foreign land is poor and chaotic, and my hometown is happy; A man of virtue and wealth starts from scratch, and the lotus fairy comes to the door gladly. In summer, the mountain light suddenly goes out in the west of Nanting Sixin-Meng Haoran, and the moon rises slowly in the lake in the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place. The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me. Feeling for a night, I miss my old friends all night, and it is hard to miss them in my dreams.
◇ Untitled second ~ Li Shangyin, a misty rain is blowing from the east, and the wheels are faintly thundering outside the Furong Pool. There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem. Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
Making friends in summer ~ Ji Xu is free, sleeping alone and the water steps are quiet. The moon gives birth to the forest, and the rain stays overnight like autumn.
Looking back at Lian Fang, who sings Du Ruozhou? There is no dream at night, and you can swim if you have a dream. ◇ There is more hatred in the sand and snow in Huanxi, and more red tears cry for Gusu, leaning on the wind to coagulate the snow skin.
The setting sun is over the river, the palace is half flat, and the lotus is full of lakes. ◇ Nanxiangzi Li Xun took a float boat, crossed the lotus pond, and called the sleeping mandarin duck.
You girls cuddle and laugh, compete for novelty and beauty, and shake the lotus cover to break the sunset. ◇ Huanxisha Li Hanjingxiang sells residual green leaves, and the west wind is blue.
With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold.
How many tears I hate, leaning against the railing. How about Sun Guangxian in Sidi Township? More lingering feelings! Moths gather shame under the eternal water curtain.
Liu Luo's skirts, tiny lines dragging blue waves. Look at the ground, rain hits the lotus.
◇ Recalling Yuhang Pan Lang's long memory of the lonely mountain, the mountain is like a cluster in the lake, and the monk's room faces the lake all around, and the Qing people come back. Lotus fragrance spray even the clouds pavilion, pavilion sound clear eaves priests.
Don't come to dust and stain other people's clothes, and dream of flying in vain. ◇ After picking the lotus flowers of Mulberry and Ouyang Xiu, the West Lake is good. You don't need to mark the wine, and the green cover of the red building will follow.
The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown. ◇ Linjiang Xian Ouyang Xiu's rain fell on the light thunder pool outside the willow, and the rain dripped and broke the lotus sound.
Soon the rain stopped and the broken rainbow appeared in the west corner of the building. We leaned against the railing until the moon rose in the east.
Swallow flies back to the door, peeping at Hua Liang and asking. I took the curtain off the jade hook. The bed on the bed is flat, like a cool water wave, but there is no ripple.
Watery pillow, there is a hairpin on the shore. ◇ Autumn dusk in Liuyong, Gan Caozi, all the lotus flowers are gone, and the pearls are raining.
The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing. I can't stand such loneliness without companions in the swimming pool! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written.
◇ butterfly lovers, Yan's first "Frost Twist" was a great disappointment. Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing.
Take a nap, wake up one day, double bamboo covered with cold wave. Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises.
Lotus is delicate and full of tears. Obliquely facing the new moon in Lv Yun, the curved ring looks like a frown.
Dao Ji, who was born in Chaziyan, hated wading in the river and moved closer to the stream head. Wandering the Mulan boat, wandering the two-yuan shop.
Unreasonable frivolous clouds, dark for the base fiber rain. Green sleeves are too cold to talk to Lotus.
◇ Ruan Langgui Early summer Su Dongpo green Gao Huai Liuyan new Zen, Xun Feng first entered the string. Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep.
After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed. Jade basin hand tanchun, Zhu Qiong broken and round.
◇ Yong Yule Su Dongpo Yue Ming.
4. Complete Poems of Ancient Beauty 1. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up the tall building alone, looking all the way to the horizon. You have to send colorful stationery and rulers to know where the mountains are long and where the water is wide. -Yan Shu's "Liang Zhu"
2. Qian Shan is full of water, remember where you are tired. Do you know that red candles in small windows shine on bleak nights? -Nalan Xingde's "Qingping Music"
3. The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart. -"Yu Meiren" by Nalan Xingde
4. Go to Old Yue Ming Road again, the cuffs are fragrant and cold, and the heart is bitter than Qiulian. -Nalan Xingde's "The Recent Flowers"
5. What's wrong with getting drunk for you? I'm afraid I'll break people's intestines when I wake up. -Qin Guan's Yu Meiren
6. As soon as I climbed the stairs, I felt that the riverside was full of tears, endless and preoccupied. -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"
7. Evil, I want to know you, and I want to live a long life. The mountains have no edges, the rivers are endless, there is Lei Zhen in winter, and there is rain and snow in summer. Only when heaven and earth are one can I be with you. -Han Yuefu
8. I miss your morning and evening only because I think you look back. -Han Yuefu
9. There are trees and branches on the mountain. I don't know if I like you. -"Song of Ren Yue"
10. Life and death are generous. Hold your hand and grow old with your son. -The Book of Songs * Li Feng
1 1. If you don't think about it, it's far from it. Women are wired, away from their parents and brothers. -The Book of Songs * Feng Wei
12. Tears are yours, never meet again. -Zhang Ji's Ode to Women
13. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot inside. -Zhang Xian's Millennium.
14. Ask what the world is like. Let's live and die together. -Yuan Haowen "Fishing"
15. Tears seal the inscription, but life is hard to die. -Wen, "The Recent Flowers"
16. He is infatuated with love, and there is no place for lovesickness in the world. -Kuang Zhouyi's "Huanxisha"
17. May I shine like a star, like the moon, every night. -Fan Chengda's "Car in the Distance"
18. The crowd looked for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim. -Xin Qiji's Jade Case
19. There are thousands of hates at present, and only parting is joys and sorrows. -Xin Qiji's "Partridge Sky"
20. Nostalgia, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears. -Fan Zhongyan's Su Muzhe
2 1. At that time, there were more deaths in the army, and the king was not tempted. -Li Gou's "Reading Long Hate Words"
Take care of it all your life, and it will be precious in the past. So the heart is still good, so the heart is gone. -Xie Tiao's Love Poems with Wang Zhu Ji Bozhe
23. I plan to get drunk and treat wine as a song, but it's still boring. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq. -Liu Yong's Wu Fengqi
24. This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you. -Liu Yong's "Recalling the Imperial Capital"
25. If you don't think about it for a day, it will be embarrassing. -Liu Yong's Happy Day and Night
26. With an affair, life will be smooth sailing and youth will be rewarded. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly. -Liu Yong's "Crane to the Sky"
27. I left my hometown wholeheartedly and was sad to death. -Nineteen ancient poems
28. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. -Ouyang Xiu's "Jade Tower Spring"
29. Tears asked the flowers to be silent and flew over the swing. -Ouyang Xiu's "The Recent Flowers"
30. Xiao Lang was a passer-by as soon as Houmen entered the sea. -Cui Jiao's "Give Handmaiden"
3 1. From then on, there is no beloved night, let him go to the west building under the bright moon. -Yi Lee's "Writing Love"
32. Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber. -Yuan Zhen's "Li Si"
33. However, when I open my eyes, I can see the lifelong troubles in your brow all night. -Yuan Zhen's "Regret for the Past"
34. The autumn wind is clear and the autumn moon is bright. When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises. Acacia knows when to meet, and this night is embarrassing. -Li Bai's autumn wind poem
35. I don't know how much leisure, a stream of smoke, the wind in the city, plum yellow rain. -He Zhu's Jade Case
36. No bees and butterflies yearn for fragrance, and red clothes are bitter. -He Zhu "Walking on the Sand"
37. Colorful sleeves held the jade clock diligently, but they were drunk in those years. We danced and sang heartily, exhausted, and shook the peach fan feebly, from the late-night dance of Liushao Moon until the roof outside the house fell in the middle of the night. Since that parting, I have always missed that beautiful meeting and hugged you in my dream many times. -Yan's "Partridge Day"
38. The fallen petal is independent, Swift Qi Fei. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds. -Yan "Linjiang Xian"
39. How many one-night stands are there? The ends of the earth are not long. -Zhang's Swallow House
40. I miss you, I miss you. -Su Shi's Dead Hua Lian
4 1. Ten years of life and death. If you don't think about it, you will never forget it. If you care about each other, you will have nothing to say, but a thousand tears. -Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi"
42. I know that this love will not have any result, but it can comfort my soul! . -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
43. Although my body doesn't have bright wings like a phoenix, I can feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn. -Li Shangyin "Untitled"
Chang 'e should regret stealing the elixir. -Li Shangyin's Chang 'e
45. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo. -Lu You's Shen Yuan
46. If you don't miss your life, you will miss it and it will hurt you. The body is like a floating cloud, the heart is like a flying catkin, like it, like it constantly. There is a lingering fragrance here, and the beloved doesn't know where to go. When the symptoms came, it was the right time. It's when the light is half dark and the moon is half bright and half bright. -Xu Zaisi "Moonlight Serenade? 》
5. There is no distinction between the most beautiful poems in ancient China. Everyone has a different aesthetic view, just as people who like the sea will not miss the harbor, and those who long for warmth will not yearn for tempering.
Personally, I prefer the words of Nalan Xingde and Li Qingzhao. Who is the companion of Nalan Xingde Cold Heart Embroidery? Yixiang.
Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun. If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest.
Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
Showing respect for the monarch and resentment are forbidden. Who cherishes good spring? Yao's footsteps stood at dusk. The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear.
Another pear flower to thank, embroidering the cold spring tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind.
Can Huanxisha be next to apricot flowers when it is rainy and rainy? Last year, the barrel was high and light. If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint.
Where in the world to ask affection. Who reads the west wind alone, and the rustling yellow leaves close the window?
Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets. Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea.
At that time, only Tao was ordinary. Subtract the word magnolia (crescent moon) for evening makeup, and draw a slender eyebrow in front of the mirror.
Be sure to stay awake, rain and smoke are invincible. Don't teach the stars to take place, stay together.
This night, the red chamber is as sad as heaven and earth. The candle is swaying again, cold and sparse, and I just want to wake up.
Don't sleep alone without thinking about it. The sky is blue and there is an appointment between heaven and earth.
It is difficult for a silver-haired man to communicate with a China man, but he is willing to endure the wind and rain. There is nothing to say when we meet again, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain.
A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix. Wait for the low voice, for fear that people will see it.
To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin. The soothsayer (Liu Xin) is too soft to droop and too thin to dance.
The spring breeze in February took more than a year to blow the willow branches yellow. The same weeping willows, in the west bank of the sunset, hazy misty rain, but more love.
The small Liu Yin Gate of Qiantang River is full of foliage and hazy, which makes people think. Picking mulberry seeds, Jiufei Qiongyu, who is there?
Who is there? Jade Qing went to bed tonight. The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet.
Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter. Who turns over the bleak music of Yuefu? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream? Not a hobby, but it's better in the cold.
Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world. Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving?
The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li. Peach blossom is ashamed to die heartlessly, and grateful to Dongfeng.
Blow off the delicate red and fly into the window with regret. Who pities Dongyang's hard work and thinness is also careless about spring.
Not as good as hibiscus, a cold feeling. Turn on the light again, the book is red, but it's still boring.
Jade leaks all the way, and cold flowers separate Yu Di in the dream. It rained in the middle of the night and the leaves rustled.
In the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces versus Xie Qiao. Xie Guyuan also stands, and Yan Su carves beams.
On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers? This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago.
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
And the bright moon and Ying Xiao Wo are affectionate, laughing at me now, lonely, wandering alone, singing alone. I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar.
The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams? Good things are windy outside the curtains, so it's easy to enjoy the season in Han Xiao. There is only half of autumn left, and the moon gradually fades through the curtains.
Fighting teaches tears not to freeze, and the benefits are lighter. The plan is to put the injury aside and wait for Han Xiao.
There is no way home, and there is water in the mountains. It's cold all spring, until wheat and autumn weather.
It is expected that the flowers will be reissued every other year, so don't ask before the flowers. Even if the east wind is still there, I am afraid of beauty.
It's hard to see the blue in your eyes when the smoke is light and the rain is light. A broken rainbow hangs on the tree, which is also the afterglow of chaotic mountains.
Eyes are high, the journey is broken, and the clouds are thousands of miles away. The river goes east day and night, and the brocade book should be entrusted to Pisces.
You dreamed of an upside-down butterfly, poor Yao Feng. It is a feeling to fade powder and receive fragrance. Hosta stole * * * building.
Who passed on the moth in Autumn Water? Lotus seeds are still hidden in the fog, while rhombic flowers steal waves. I won't go any further. autumn scenery is stumped.
Six songs Pingshan deep courtyard, ups and downs every day. At the beginning of the rain and the fragrance of chrysanthemum, people say that this day is Chongyang.
Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, I think infinitely at dusk. It's only after listening to the rainy night (recalling Fen Liang) that I feel good in autumn.
Around the building, people are silent, and dreams turn to sorrow. Qian Shan Wanshui, I can't remember where you are tired.
Do you know the little window red candle? According to some people, this night is bleak.
Sai Hong is gone again. When will the brocade be delivered? I remember holding back my tears in front of the lamp, but I asked if the Ming Dynasty was okay. If it doesn't take a few degrees, the leaves will pile up.
A Han Xiao dream, bleak, because of who? It is windy and rainy, which is not accurate. She leaned over and looked at the moon, the moon, the whisper, and the smell of her body.
The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon. From then on, in the late spring, when the spring comes and the sun sets, she is the only one who misses it leisurely.
There's also (Lunar Eclipse on the Lantern Festival), Hua Yao reflecting the que, and dry snow. This is the first season of reunion.
Shadow moths suddenly unfolded their early strings and lent them to Gong Lian. Seven treasures build walls, and the wheel is in the middle of the year.
Recalling that Qin E Mountain overlaps, the cliff is in doubt. The sky is suspected of cracking, the inscription is broken, and the ancient moss is gnawing.
The wind howled, the gold and iron sounded, and the dragon cave at the bottom of the depressed pool was gloomy. Longdong is full of eyes, and the old moon is bright.
It's spring again, and a little bit is shaking like a cape. Green as the sun, egrets standing, smoke far away.
Blow away Xie Dongfeng's tiredness, and peaches and plums turn red. Beauty changes, rabbit sunflower oats, meet again.
Ruan Langgui has an oblique wind and drizzle, and the curtain hangs to the ground. A few songs of Pingshan, in Liu's place, are all leisurely.
New green density, disorderly red thin. The milk warbler cried in her dying days.
Spring cold wants to embroider gold clothes, and the fallen flower lang has not returned. Hua Tangchun has a pair of people from generation to generation in his life, fighting for two selflessness.
Acacia does not face each other, who is spring? Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
Charming eyes, covered by cold springs at dusk, I am crying. Yu Di dreams, Jin Chai paints a shadow, and regrets it.
Carving a red candle has treated each other, and the past is always vague. Expect resentment, teach in the middle of the month, and urge it back at the end of the flower.
See the blue sea star moth again, laughing and crying. More or less unusual, bright moon and cool breeze, tonight is better.
Take a break from the cage and write idle words with crayons. The street drum has been drummed three times. The tobacco is curled up, the light is slightly exposed, and the flowers are blooming in spring.
(Yongmei) Don't compare Qionghua to makeup, which is like a white skirt. Another quiet, natural standard, Mo Near East Wall.
Jade bone, ice muscle, talent desolate. Poor night, cold smoke and bright moon, thin shadow through the window.
Spread out the mossy Taoism under the sand forest in Huanxi, and pity the dust of jade bone Municipal Committee. There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number is crying.
Half-life duckweed died with water, and a cold rain buried famous flowers overnight. The soul is like a willow sponge blown to pieces, surrounding the world.
I want to talk about it again. My dream is over.