Bilouxuan window is lingering, and the breeze is drunk. Shake your fingers and make a joke, and a touch of rouge will look good. I want to face each other, be apart, and be sad. I traveled all over Qian Shan and cried two lines on the road of lovesickness.
The ten-mile pavilion is opposite, the lights are dim and people are confused. Autumn leaves fall in the warm spring of bloom, leaving fragrance after prosperity. Looking at the starry sky and sighing the bright moon, the beauty is sad to leave. The wine is getting stronger and the heart is getting drunk, and the sleeves are flying.
Looking through the autumn water and thinking of Iraqis is close at hand. Marriage in previous lives is connected with this life, and the world of mortals is accompanied by Iraq. Light smoke and drizzle thinking about the sky, leaning against the window to see Yan Shuangfei, flying in the west of Western jackdaw, static fishing rod, empty mountains without birds singing and grass singing. At night, the first frost falls and the bell rings outside Hanshan Temple. The autumn wind is sad and the geese are dying, and the maple leaves are scattered and reflected in the mountains.
At the beginning of the night, the frost leaves are about to fall, and the fishing fire outside Hanshan Temple is weak. Thinking about the sky while flying, dancing while flying, Shuang Yanfei blossomed and became independent. Leaning against the window with an empty bottle to the moon, drunken dreams frighten Iraqis to tears. An empty bottle is thin as a moon flower, and Iraqis look forward to your return with tears in their eyes. Middle age is near dusk. Drinking and writing poems is also a kind of enjoyment. If you are alive, you are not a poet. We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
The autumn wind is cold in autumn water, a little sad and gloomy, sensitive and misty, the breeze caresses the face and misses the beauty, and the snow pollen is also cold. Wei is lovesick and has a good face. I hope you will come or not. Bloom also fell silent. Cliffs and promontories bury sorrow. Drunk leaves hurt more.