There is no way to eliminate this situation. Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
Twist the golden snow willow, gather the beams to help Chu, and today it is gaunt and frost.
A touch of crimson lips is a lonely boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches the heart. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Li Qingzhao
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. Click on crimson lips, swing, get up and adjust slender hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing the guests come in, socks and gold hairpin all slipped away and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei. Don't make a cup of deep amber in Huanxisha, it will melt before you get drunk, and the evening wind will come. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight. The idle window of Huanxi Shayuan is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and the leaning against the building can't match the lyre. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank. Huanxisha is cold in spring, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing. Shaji in Huanxi hurts spring, and the wind falls on the courtyard at the beginning and evening of May, and the clouds are thin under the moon. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold. On the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha, the lotus flower smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya, and its eyes were guessed. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection. (The first two sentences are written like this: "The lotus on the face is smiling, and the duck on Feibao is lined with fragrant cheeks." ) the voice is slow and searching, cold and clear, and miserable. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses of light wine, how can you object to his being late? 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 a person be dark? Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence! Complaining that it was too late to remove makeup, plum calyx got stuck in the branch. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.