Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.
1, the sorrow of the drinker turns into acacia tears.
2, red crisp hands, Huang Teng wine, spring palace wall willow in the city; Dongfeng evil, with a faint sense of joy, has been sad for several years, wrong, wrong, wrong.
3, 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.
4, flowers wither, 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. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
5. The idle window in the small courtyard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not heavy, so leaning against the building can't work with the lyre. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
6, light wine, deeply borrowed to send this body.
7, the world is cold, human feelings are evil, and rain is easy to send flowers at dusk. The breeze is dry and the tears are residual.
8, the east wind evil Huan Qing thin a sad year away from the cable to cry.
9, three cups and two glasses of wine, how to beat him, come late, go in a hurry.
10, 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.
1 1, the wine is delicious and sour, so-called human hug.
12, 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.
13, since then, there is no beloved night, let him go to the west building under the bright moon.
14, the four kings make people old, and the years are getting late. Give up the silk and don't come back. Try adding food.
15, lonely boudoir, one inch sad. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
16, I have to throw Bolt and me since yesterday; It hurts my heart even more today.
I suggest you don't think too much about the past, it will hurt your health. Look ahead, tomorrow will be better.