Cold and miserable, the pavilion was late, and the shower began to rest. When the door is empty, I miss it, and the blue boat is ruined. I held my hand and looked at me with tearful eyes, but I was speechless and choked up. I thought of a thousand miles of smoke and waves and sank into the sky at dusk.
Affectionate feelings have hurt parting since ancient times, which is even worse than snubbing the clear autumn festival. You wake up from tonight's wine, Yang Liuan, from the wind and the waning moon? After the New Year, it should be a good time to exist in name only. Even if there are many kinds of customs, who can you tell?
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Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No! No! No! Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo! Mo! Mo!
Lonely life and death, old thoughts, lingering spring dreams, cool flowers. You can dance the breeze and wave the blue shadow, but it is difficult to leave the railing of the old moon. Sadness is stupid and resentful, so you don't need to know how to hide it. The vows of eternal love are empty, and the truth is everywhere.
Love, this disgusting cotton, love in the past. The heart is broken, the tears are dry, and the cuckoo is crying in the boundless horizon. I miss Iraqis and I can't wait to meet them. Lotus is beautiful, flowers are beautiful, and the waist is very thin.