Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and the red tears are overflowing through the shark's gauze (Lu You's "The Hairpin Head Phoenix") The peach blossoms are falling, in the idle pond pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, Mo, Mo (Lu You's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix") It's already dusk and I'm alone in sorrow, even more windy and rainy (Lu You's "Businessman") I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will let everyone be jealous. Scattered into mud and crushed into dust, only the fragrance remains the same (Lu You's "Bu Shuanzi") Only the soul of dreams can be seen again, and it is a shame that dreams are not made by people (Lu You) "Butterfly Love Flower") I am not afraid of the silver steel in the beautiful house, I am only worried about the wind breaking the clear sky Yidu (Lu You's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") I cherish the spring and am afraid that the flowers will bloom early, not to mention the countless falling reds (Xin Qiji's "Moyu'er") Even if I buy a fortune for a fortune, who can complain about this feeling (Xin Qiji's "Moyu'er") Idle sorrow is the most painful, don't go and lean on the dangerous fence, the setting sun is setting, and the willows are broken by the smoke (Xin Qiji's "Touching Fish"). The old hatred flows endlessly in the spring river, and the new hatred is thousands of clouds in the mountains. It is expected that in the Ming Dynasty, when we meet again in front of you, the flowers in the mirror will be difficult to break. You should also be surprised to ask: How many beautiful people have come recently (Xin Qiji's "Niannujiao") The building is empty and people have left, and the old flying swallows can say (Xin Qiji's "Niannujiao") The young man does not know the feeling of sorrow and falls in love with the upstairs. Falling in love with the upper floors, I force myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words. Now that I know all the sorrow, I want to stop talking.
He wanted to give up, but he said that the weather has been cool for a long time in autumn (Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave") The broken hearts are flying in the sky, and no one cares about them, and who can persuade the singing orioles to stay (Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai is near") It is his spring belt When sorrow comes, where does spring return? But I don't know where to go with it (Xin Qiji's "Zhu Yingtai is Near") The crowd searched for him thousands of times, but suddenly looking back, that person was there, in the dimly lit place (Xin Qiji's "The Sapphire Case")