In early spring and late spring, the new pears are getting heavier, the wine is warm and the flowers are deep, and you and I are slowly returning with the fruits. Li Tang fried snow together and looked back with a smile. I hope the wine makes people drunk.
How can it be broken? The long pavilion is green, the old city is barren, the sorrow is melted by wine, the moon is short of flowers and the wind is scattered, the smoke willow is tired several times in spring, and the sandalwood case in the red stove is fragrant. Who is burning half an inch of heart?
I was young, the most beautiful meeting, the wind was warm and I had many dreams. After leaving, pears are fried in snow, and half a cup of residual light is easy to be cold, which only causes the branches to moan. I don't know where you are, I'm waiting for the wind, waiting for you.
Covering the dusk, the moonlight opens the night fog, the wind shadow breaks the pool star, the fragrance fills the pavilion, and the breeze weaves the painting screen. I broke a flower that was not cold, scattered ten miles of flowers, got rheumatism in my eyes and fell all over the floor. Warm wine in the porch window, tune the strings and be alone, a wisp of dream, a wisp of fragrance floating, residual flowers and rain at night, waiting for you to return!
What do you know about flowers and dust? Bloom is lonely. After this flower, it is autumn, falling red all over the ground, sad tears. Do you remember each other? Can you snow with Li Tang?
A exhausted love has fallen again, and the dream is floating in Wan Li. The world of mortals came and went several times, and flowers and plants sat under the eaves. It's another year of bloom flowers falling, which makes the bright moon smile and be affectionate.
Looking back at the rustling rain, pear blossoms and snow, the eyebrows are gone. Where is the return date? Mix's heart has been locked for several years, as if he had been lightly buckled by an old friend, and then he fired a pear. Can the half-life snow disappear along the way?