2, love is like a hairspring, and people are like flying catkins. Tears are assessed as empty. A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou. Wild geese cross the setting sun, and the grass is misty. There are countless worries now. In the Ming dynasty, don't think about how to spend tonight.
3, the four kings are old, and the years are late. Give up the silk and don't come back. Try adding food.
4, light wine, deeply borrowed to send this body.
5, red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, spring palace wall willow in the city; East wind evil, with a faint sense of joy, full of sadness. After years of estrangement, he made a mistake.
6, last night, the wind and rain suddenly started, and there was no need for residual wine for a deep sleep. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know it should be green and fat?
7. Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind; It hurts my heart even more today.
8. Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea! Swing inside and outside the wall. Poems describing lovelorn love. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
9. Lonely boudoir, gentle heart and sadness. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! People are in the place where they die and can't see the way back.
10, kick the swing, get up and adjust your hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
1 1. From then on, there is no beloved night, so let him go to the west wing under the bright moon.
12, Mo Dao's family is always silly. It's not cheap to sympathize. Just because I can do everything in the world, I am full of leisure troubles.
13, Millennium tune, once empty, only paper money ashes, night wind blowing, all of which are curled blood, crying in the smoke tree, unable to recall, a spring dream.
14, spring clothes are worn every day, and Jiangtou is drunk every night.
15, the sorrow of the drinker turned into acacia tears.
16, autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, which is a tall building. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
17, the idle window in the small courtyard is deep in spring, the heavy curtain is not heavy, and leaning against the building is far from the seven laws. The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
18, Dongfeng evil feeling thin, sad for several years.