A butterfly in love with flowers
Walking leisurely in the night pavilion, at first sight of Qingming, gradually feeling the injury of spring dusk; Counting the sound of rain and wind, hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and plum in the darkness of spring, who is on the swing, whispering and laughing.
Langtaosha
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Can can't stand the cold. I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy all day.
Don't fight alone! Infinite mountains and rivers are easier to see when you are away. The flowing water is gone in spring, and the world is a piece.
Meet Huan
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up!
Midnight song
How can we avoid sadness and hatred in life? What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes.
Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream.
Endless desire
One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
Black night cry
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
Sword and song
Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times.
Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and there is still a farewell song in the teaching workshop. Tears for Gong E.
Langtaosha
The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long?
Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai!
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Huanxisha
I want to find the past and grieve people, but God's will is contrary to my body.
The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
Xie xinen
After Airbus left, the painting hall was half covered with beads, and the air in the forest was tired at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and careless. A strong flute woke up graceful.
Wang's twelfth brother
The east wind blows water every day, and spring is long and idle. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream.
Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a crescent moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
Santailing
Can't sleep, tired, get dressed and go out.
The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window.
Huanxisha
The red sun is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds incense to the beast for the second time, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
At the beginning of the evening makeup, there is snow, and the spring palace is filed. Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress.
Who smells better in the wind, drunk. Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple.
Genglouzi
Plantagenet hairpin, pink face, meet in the flowers. Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it.
Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people. Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The bright moon is dark and foggy. It's good to go to the waves today! Step by step, step by step, holding golden shoes.
See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful.
and
Penglai pavilion closes the rooftop girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night without words. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance.
The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on his face, he looks forward to it infinitely.