Zhong Ling was drunk for more than ten years, and saw Yunying in his hand. I'm not famous, I'm not married, and I may not be as good as others.
Where do you throw people all night? Unique voice. The incense pavilion is covered, the eyebrows are gathered, and the moon will sink. Be patient and not look for each other? Resentment is lonely. For my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply.
Slim nephrite cuts shallots and grows in the sleeves of fragrant snails. Yesterday, the strings of the pipa were clearly covered with scarlet.
The light rain is wet and streamer, and the grass hates every year. Smoke locks the phoenix terrace, and the mirror is full of heartbroken. Dreams are melodious, and I sleep in a bed embroidered with flowers. Fortunately, I didn't walk to the half-closed door. The sunset made you cry for the last spring.
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Deep thrush, shallow thrush, cicada temples full of clothes, balcony rain back. Wushan is high, Wushan is low, the rain is raining at dusk, Lang does not return, and the room is empty.
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth. When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one.
Silverscreen managed Shengfeng, which left a deep impression on Chun Qing. Thinking of the past, I am disappointed, so I can't live in peace with the mountains.
Don't climb me, I'm too wide. I am Liu Linchi, a native of Qujiang. This man broke that man's climb. Love for a while!
It's sunny and windy on the pigeon. Spring silently thanked her parents. A heavy curtain is the end of the world. Why cover it with dusk clouds? Gold is cold and jade is cold, and the meaning of drunkenness is not wine. A spring grooming is not a good flower, but a few years of loneliness.
The gentle wind adorns Jincheng Spring, and the drizzle is like silk pressing jade dust. Traveling through the wonders with poetry, colorful and rich in wine are idle people.
The fine grass in the palace is red and wet, and the waist and window in the palace are weeping. Only Rainbow Liang Chunyan Chickens are still standing by the curtains of pearls and emeralds.
Spring is red at the mouth of the cave, and the fairy is sad. Why doesn't Ruanlang come back? Lazy to burn gold, careless to seal jade, running peach blossoms are intermittent.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine stains. Season after season, joy followed, and autumn and spring were leisurely.
Melancholy, everything in the world is against the rules, and two people walk together and one person returns. I hate looking at the water in front of the pavilion, but I can't bear to fly.
It's not love dust, it seems that my predecessor made a mistake. In bloom, he was always the Eastern monarch. You have to leave, you have to live. If you get a mountain flower, Mo Wen will be a slave.