The Hairpin Phoenix
Mourning the broken love between Lu You and Tang Wan, they obviously loved each other but could not stay together
One:
Red Crispy hands, yellow silk wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls;
The east wind is bad, joy is thin,
With melancholy, I have been away for a few years,
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Spring is as old as before, people are empty and thin, and the tears are red and the crocodile silk is transparent;
Peach blossoms fall, Xianchi Pavilion,
Although the mountain alliance is still there, the brocade book It’s hard to trust,
Mo, Mo, Mo.
Two:
The world is weak and human beings are evil. When the rain comes at dusk, flowers tend to fall; Notes on my thoughts, monologue on the diagonal column,
Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People are different, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is always like a rope on a swing;
The sound of the horn is cold, the night is dark,
Afraid of people asking, swallowing tears to pretend to be happy ,
Hide, hide, hide.
Huanxisha Yan Shu
I have always been limited in time, so it is easy to say goodbye and get lost. Wine feasts and songs are indispensable.
The mountains and rivers in our eyes are far away, and the falling flowers and wind and rain hurt the spring even more. It is better to take pity on the person in front of you.
Partridges in the sky
The colorful sleeves hold the jade bell diligently, but in those days they were drunk and red, dancing low in the willow tower to the moon, singing to the bottom of the peach blossom fan.
After parting ways, I recall meeting each other. I share my dreams with you several times. I only have a few silver photos left tonight, as if I was afraid that we would meet again in a dream.