1, the small street in the south of the city meets spring again, and only the plum blossoms are gone. Jade bone has been in spring for a long time, and ink marks are still locked between dust walls.
2. The setting sun on the city draws a corner of sorrow, and the Shen Garden is not a pool. The spring waves under the sad bridge were green, which used to be a stunning photo.
3. Ji Zuo's yellow spring should also brew old springs. Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?
4, tears are silent, just to regret the past. If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face. The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason.
5, the road near the south of the city has been afraid to walk, and Shenjiayuan is even more injured. Incense wears plum blossoms on the guest sleeves, and Qingsi Bridge is born in spring.
6. After 40 years of broken dreams, the old man in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton. This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
7, dark lock closed moss cover, deep corridor. The prophet has a full moon and still shows cold flowers. The bat blows the curtain and turns, and the mouse guesses through the window net. I don't want to sing when I talk alone with a lamp in my hand at night.
8, the fragrant grass is fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled. Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
9. I don't know many friends in my life, and I have worked hard for several songs. What is the Hundred Years' War? Air is better than snow. Through the fairy bird road, deep around the clouds.
10, I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
1 1, ten years of life and death, unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
12, the paper account of the rattan bed is sleeping, endless. The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, which brings my feelings like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
13, I am in a foreign land, and I miss my family every holiday. When I think of my brothers' bodies climbing high, I will feel a little regret for not being able to reach me.
14, the monarch is a rock, the concubine is a reed, the reed is like silk, and the rock is not adjusted.
15, now flying flowers are full of flowers, leaving no old appearance. When the big plan went through customs, it was all tea.