Nian Nujiao Chun Qing Li Qingzhao
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed.
Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather.
Writing a poem is a leisurely taste.
When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries.
It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional.
Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad.
Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter.
Leave spring to make a swallow.
Draw a sky, dream back to the agreement, and the ten continents are full of clouds and water.
Hand-twisted red stationery gives people books, and writing is infinitely harmful to spring.
Beppe's tall building used to lean against it. Yes, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River.
In the sound of running water downstairs, there are tears during the day and high tears.
Seven Luo Xiang. Yongchun Yushi Dazu
Be a cold liar, trap cigarettes in willow branches and steal thousands of miles to urge spring dusk.
I am fascinated by the sun. I want to fly and live in sadness.
Surprised with powder, the butterfly stays in the West Garden, like mud, and the face returns to Nanpu.
The worst thing for him is that he has an appointment, and the bus can't get to Ling Du Road.
Looking at the pole on the heavy river, it is difficult to find Guandu because of the late spring tide.
Vaguely far from the peak, tears thank mother and eyebrow Wu.
When the shore is broken and new green is born, it is a place of sadness.
Remember the sun, cover the door with pears, cut the lights and talk at night.