The moon is full, the west wing is lonely, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the sky is high and the clouds are light.

Spring is thin, three points are light and cloudy, and it becomes rain. The bright moon is thousands of miles high and not cold. The pond is full of spring water, and there are few willows on the east coast. More spring water should be planted, and ponds are ponds. It is also a pity that butterflies fly freely on the stage. In retrospect, it is the most regrettable thing. Returning to Shuisi, the wind came to Leng Xiang to fly to the poem "Fang Xie Ruying calls Shuisi for spring", and the wind came to Leng Xiang to fly to the poem "The empty river falls and the moon falls, dreaming of crossing the vast round sand of egrets". It is also a common leisure obstacle. In the past and present, ducks are inclined, and there is no such drought and cold. The mountain near the West Lake is brighter in the evening, and the shower in Tomb-Sweeping Day has just passed. Laugh, Suo Hongmei is fragrant, Shiqiao is drunk. Who knows the dream of the grass is full moon? The crane in the west wing alone is still sunny in the sky. The nightingale calls spring grass to pick up the world, mountains, heavy water, fallen leaves, incense, rain, wind and cold. Heng E is thin and heartless, Ying Xiao Wo hugs, empty, sleeps in the bright cold geese, and then flies south for me. I mean, Jiang Mei has a date that loves him, and snow and moths are resistant to his cold. Today is the year when Frost Moth accompanied him. It's going to rain. Haitang will come back. I remember seeing off the monarch at that time, and Nanpu Zhumen reflected willows. Now the West Lake people are painting a poem on the west side of the bridge, and they are drunk. Under the bright moon, their dreams and souls are about to be broken, and they are heading for Wangjiang at dusk. Where are the Ming Dynasty and cold food? See the plum branches and miss each other, talk about Haiyan flying to see the painting building. Leng Xiang shakes the green lotus, leans against the small building of Hengtang, blows through the jade, and feels cold and self-pity. The wind comes to the lonely water hall, and the fragrance is full of infinite thoughts. The small courtyard was hated by Haitang last spring, but when the swallows came, it would be better to eliminate several storms and sunsets. Unfortunately, a piece of land is far away, and acacia is more bitter. After going to Fangqun, there was a poem in the West Lake that loved me. Bought a wave pond, planted willows, and became light. Don't ask, I said roses are out of stock. Looking forward to seeing Lanzhou tourists, urging spring and staying for several times. Shuang Yan reminded Yuyu that when the dust is clean, I can see the stars are sparse, and the people in the river are like wine. If you want to send this, if the beans are like silk, the sky and the sky are heavy, and the clouds cover the sun, can you? The article is eternal. The melancholy of different times, when butterflies are in late spring, is a common leisure. It's raining in the buttonwood at night. I don't know the autumn sound in China. The mountains in Wuyue are not far away in "I am a madman in Chu". I see that from this height, sadness is everywhere, and the lords of Zou misjudged your land and the smoke is still green. The mountains are greener in the evening. There is no wind or cloud in autumn, and there is no rain in Yin Chang Xiao Lou. Last night, the east wind wrinkled a pool of spring water, and the phoenix tree was even more raining. I am sentimental. I haven't asked who will wake up in the Jie Lianhuan, the curtains are lowered and the candle shadows are shaking in the red night. It will rain like embroidery in the garden, and the east wind will blow the willow trees in the morning. In the morning, it will grow upstairs for several days. In the cuckoo's cry, the sunset will set and black rain will blow from the west window. People will help me get drunk and sleep in autumn. Unless I let oriole try to send my love with his running water, I will still know that the begonia is still there, but the embroidered curtain will be hung high in the water, love, wine and music will be on the piano stage, and Wu Gou will be everywhere in the Ming Dynasty, and cold food will be eaten. It was cold when the swallows came. The positive electrode is empty and cold. This ancient country lies to the north of the Yangtze River. Begging Cang Bo to cry and hate red. Who will sweep the floor in Qinhuai? Let's ask the old moonlight. What year is the desert wine and ear fever? Sunset sets in Wan Li. Can be defined around the world at will. Playing the flute until dawn, Luo Yi dreamed of returning to the hometown where the wanderer listened to parrots, and looking at the river to pick hibiscus every autumn night. It is still the end of the world. Wan Kun might as well go back and surprise the guests and have a cold meal. There will be the most tasteless poem, but when you are drunk, you will still be drunk. How can you live with a smile at home? Song fan is light about flying flowers, high willows hang down, yin and spring fade away, Tingzhou is green, and a mirror can't be drawn. Lotus fragrance drips and falling powder sways silently in Leng Yue.