A sad song of parting and hate, watching the old spring breeze outside the window.
At this time, I suddenly met, and I was in tears and speechless.
Looking at the scenery of Qiuhu Lake in the west, the bright moon still shines like a building.
The short boat on the river is desperate and unforgettable.
Dreaming back to the West Building, butterflies are flying. With a touch of Yang Leng touching the fairy song, I feel homesick and tearful, and the cold wind is floating with jade belts. Heartbroken places have caused countless injuries. Flowers sigh, it's almost dusk. Sitting up in shock at night, my face appeared, and the autumn wind laughed at me for being too spoony. Looking at the Milky Way in the distance, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl know where the clouds are. All kinds of hardships, more sigh, drunk night. Look at human feelings, the sound of wind and rain. Travel notes: Mountain pine surrounds the sea of clouds, and the fragrance flows back to several people. If you want to see the world, please go to Taihang Mountain in the evening. Life is like a dream, and I have been drunk for thousands of times, but my dreams are still empty. Beauty is a close friend's pillow book, and everything in the world is not satisfactory. The spring in Mo Tao is infinitely beautiful, and it is near dusk. Flowers fade easily and water flows easily. Please cherish the present. Young travelers love carving bows with white feathers, holding six-stringed paulownia in their hands, and the wind and sand waves rise, and the clouds make the river tide, and the Chinese characters in the brocade are affectionate.
Sad and hateful, wielding a sword like water. Farewell to the riverside, snubbing the flower season, leaving only a bitter sigh. The flowers and rain in the Qiu Lai River make people sad, scattered and broken, and the cold wind makes people intoxicated. In the rainy season, I play a sad song, play butterfly tears with my fingers, and the breeze blows on the moonlit night, which makes me sad and intoxicated.
The jade flute stopped raining, looking out the window at the breeze, the moon was like a hook, and the stars were all over the sky. I was homesick and sang a little love song, lonely until dawn, and the butterfly withered. Sad sound, sad nowhere, sad nowhere, after dusk, the jade flute is broken, and the residual light is the building. Beyond the clouds, brocade books come, full of acacia words. I don't know how many years I have been sad. Miss the distance, the mountains are green, the cold wind is sad, and the moon stars are rare. I miss my hometown again on Tanabata. Sigh when we will meet again in this life. Yulinling piled on the pillow, tears penetrated the cold shirt, the shower didn't stop, the autumn wind rolled the leaves, the flowers were fragile, and the Yu Di was broken. In the evening, people dispersed, leaving a cold wind. Looking at the starry night in the west wing alone, the lonely cup is like a hook shadow moon.
Ten years of life and death, recalling childhood infatuation, singing a song of wine tonight, sighing the joys and sorrows of life. It should be dawn. Anyone who doesn't understand last night's emotional injury will have 10,000 reasons to go back and hate Yiyi. Yu Meiren is sad in the rain, flowers are sad in the night rain, the drizzle is like moss, the stars are sparse and the moon is setting, and the cold wind cries at night and the flute is drunk. Jade birds can't be found in the clouds, lovesickness dreams are broken, and the moon is broken to welcome Qingyun. At this time, the ending of the song is hard to say. As soon as I cut the plum, I sighed that the cold snow was biting in the twelfth month. When I walked, I thought of Iraq. When I sat, I thought of Iraq. Get up in the morning and read an article, a love story and a love poem. The bluebird didn't spread the news outside the cloud, and the residual butterfly flew alone, and the residual butterfly flew. The moon and the stars are scattered from the figure, leaving only sadness and only sigh. Jiang Rouge laughed at the fallen leaves on the swing outside the door, and the night was boundless. Dream beauty, rouge smiles. When we met, it seemed as if we had never met before, and tears kept coming, and we were utterly confused. Lying alone in the west wing, watching the moon set, the cold stars recede, and the night light still exists. Tears spilled into a river, and I was drunk in the west building with a smile. Looking back, I just passed by and missed it. I hate tears. Spread the fragrance of Huanxisha and Cuiye, and sell Cuiye.
The small building blew through the cold of Yudi.
The stars at night are all in autumn,
Endless longing
In front of the willow tree, I was worried in the rain.
Lying watching the waning moon in the blue sky.
Love poems have been hated since ancient times.
Tears flow thousands of lines. After a brief encounter and being drunk by the cold wind, Feng Ling topped the list.
The road is lonely.
The cold wind is slightly exposed, and the sun and the moon reflect the blue sky.
Sad tears,
The butterfly withered.
Tourists are drunk,
Life is too short for anyone to laugh at the sea. Feng misses the poor autumn and sighs. I vaguely saw a smile in my dream. Lack of night light, tears. Looking for dreams in drunkenness, sighing in dreams. No, no, no. The stars recede, the night lights are scarce, and when I wake up, I still remember that I am drunk and crazy. Peach blossoms fall, people sigh. Who can understand, pretend to be happy with tears. Difficult, difficult, difficult. Feeling autumn, lying in a smoky building, mountains and rivers are full of smoky buildings. When Iraq sees me, it has become a memory, and I will miss it forever. The green scorpion lingers in my heart, making me unable to move forward. Why don't you just sigh and grieve? The first scene of Xijiang Yuechunjiang is a red sun, and tourists are drunk by the river. On a sunny day, the riverside is brightly lit. When the sky is sunny, the waves on the river are rough. Wandaoxia illuminates the sky and attracts countless shocking clouds. Cold and sad, the moon is thin and the stars are falling. The shadow of flowers is chaotic, and the wind is quiet. Light clouds and light dances, falling flowers and weak winds. People sigh, when will the flowers fall and the moon break? When we are apart, when can we meet? It's hard to say goodbye when people are gone. My heart is like a silk screen, which is easily blown away by the wind. Looking at the sea, I can see a river and a Jiang Chun in autumn. I remember the posture of the fairy and dreamed that the stars were shining. Dream! Suddenly, I heard the flute outside the window. Butterfly love flowers, solo, pathfinding, when swallows fly, plum blossoms are full of sleeves. The cold wind proudly urges the drizzle, and the piano sounds in the distance. Want to sing sages with books, the scenery is like poetry, and it will last forever. Who sings Xijiang moon, snow wants to accompany spring night. Who knows that before a hero shows his courage, Ling Yunzhi? Since ancient times, the life of talents has been bleak. A few people work hard and a few people are worried. Tang Yin is hungry for vulgarity, while Li Bai drinks along the river. Who is sad, who laughs, who lights, who sleeps. At the beginning of the crazy song, the crowd was in chaos, and one song was always another. Yu decided that Kyushu and Tang accepted the inheritance, Qin swallowed the six countries and Han succeeded to the throne. A hundred years of scenery, mountains and rivers, several sunsets, and several spring scenery. The sun, the moon and the stars are all wrong, the reality is cruel, and we can't be enemies. When a beauty drinks, the whole world is drunk, regardless of Xia Chunqiu in winter. In front of me, fame is self-sufficient, but behind my back, it's hard to say a few words. If everything goes with the wind, you are a free man in the world. They are all original.