Trouble, silent and fragrant flowers, dark to ups and downs of the soul self-injury
Endless acacia tears cast red beans, endless spring flowers bloom all over the building.
In autumn, Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night mourns in the corner of the border town, and the bonfire shines on the high platform. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard. I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror.
Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng and 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?
Unfortunately, the east wind will hate and spend all day.
It's a pity that the king won fame both before and after his death.
Yellow flowers are all over the ground, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
I had to leave Potter and me since yesterday. It hurts my heart even more today.
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.
How many souls did the wind summon in the air?
A beauty is broken before she gets old.
There are countless yellow flowers, blue sky and sunset, beautiful women, beautiful women and unknown places.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
The fate of dust has always been like water, and it is rare to shed tears. Why do you do your best? Don't be sentimental, love to hurt yourself.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo. The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
Three cups of everything, one drunk to solve a thousand worries.
Please adopt ~~O(∩_∩)O Thank you.