Calligraphy theme wall

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense? The spring pavilion floats softly, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain. The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk, full of sorrow and nowhere to complain. Hoe out the embroidered curtain with your hands and endure falling flowers again and again. Willow steals the pod of wheatgrass, regardless of the peach blossom floating with Li Fei. Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year? The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless! Although you can peck flowers and feathers next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest. 360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening. How long can it be bright and fresh? Once wandering, it's hard to find. Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps. Stealing flowers and hoes and crying alone, watching the blood stains on the branches in the sky. The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe flooded the heavy door. When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm. The strange farmer's ass is twice as depressed, half pity and half chagrin. Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. Do sad songs outside the night court, who is the soul of flowers and birds? The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words. May Nong have wings this day and fly to the end of the day with flowers. After all, where there is Xiangshan! Hide the wind without a trick. It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch. I died and buried today. I don't know when Nong will die. The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them? Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age. No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened! The ancient road is sparse, the sun sets, and heartbroken people are in the end of the world. Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if you meet a stranger, your face is covered with dust and temples are frosted. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears, it is expected that heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short pine hills. Red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine. Willow trees on the palace wall in spring in the city. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no. Spring is as old as ever, and people are empty and thin. Tears flooded her face. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual. If you have to worry, just say it alone. Difficult, difficult, difficult. People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away. The horn sounded cold and the night was hazy. Afraid of being asked questions. Swallow your tears and pretend to be happy. Hide, hide, hide! Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo! If you want to tell the past, who will listen to the sky and feel the infinity of the universe? Joy begets sorrow and knowledge is empty. It is difficult to climb mountains and mountains, and whoever loses his way is sad; Meet by chance, full of foreign guests. Who turned over the bleak style of Yuefu and the rustling rain? Snuff is sparse. I don't know what will happen next night. I'm bored and drunk, too. I never dreamed of crossing the crane shadow in Xie Qiao Lengtang. Leng Yue buried the flowers and endured the soul, and the sky endured; One day, both will end, and the phoenix tree is in this endless sorrow, drizzling and fragrant until dawn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan 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. Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his coming late and rushing! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can you be alone? Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence. Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Bits and pieces turn into dust and mud, only the fragrance remains.