Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the hair falls and touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes spring and dusk, and her sadness is full of nowhere to release.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with both hands and endure falling flowers again and again.
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
Although we can peck at flowers and hairs next year, people will not tend to go to empty nests.
360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing hard,
When can I be aboveboard? Once I wander, it's hard to find.
Bloom is easy to see but hard to find, which suffocates the people who bury flowers in front of the steps.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.
The blue light shone on the wall and people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Blaming slaves is double depression, half pity and half trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of being wordless.
May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
If you don't collect beautiful bones, a pure land will shelter you from the wind.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
We see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, and it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!
Yulouchun (Li Yu)
At the beginning of evening makeup,
In the spring palace, moths filed in.
Xiao Feng blew away the water and clouds,
Press the dress song again.
Who smells better in the wind,
Drunk and exhausted.
Don't put out the candles when you come back,
Wait till the horseshoe is clean, jathyapple.
Genglouzi
Keywords goldfinch, vermicelli,
Meet temporarily among the flowers.
Know what I mean, sympathize with you,
This situation needs to be asked.
Fragrance is ears, wax is tears,
I still like the minds of two people.
Pillows are tired, brocade is cold,
I feel more disabled.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Don't come in spring,
It's heartbreaking
Bricks and stones fall like snow,
I brushed it once and it was still full.
There was no sign of the geese coming,
Dreams are hard to come true.
Leave hate like spring grass,
Go further and live.
well
Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.
Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.
Ask the shutter man,
However, Haitang remains the same.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?
Red should wither and green must grow?
Wulingchun
Spring Festival Gala
Li Qingzhao
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night.
Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes.
I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
After dusk, Dongli Bijiu has dark fragrance sleeves (such as fragrance surplus, hedge fragrance, hehe, so I won't call the roll)