The nearest flower
"The wind rippled in my face. The willow is heavy with smoke and the snow is flying. The cold is still there after the rain, and the spring wine becomes melancholy. The pillow side is Pingshan, surrounded by blue waves, with Chinese lanterns in the green, and the night sky is opposite. Lonely embroidery, plowing flowers on the moon. "
Embroidered curtain peeks at people for a while, leaning on the pillow.
When I got up, the whole family was silent. When I saw the stars, I saw the river.
When the west wind comes, history will change in secret!
Time will only make people old, not affectionate.
I hate leaving the pavilion for a long time, and tears wake up easily.
The past is empty, the mountains are far away and the water is heavy.
The place where tall buildings scream is hard to meet.
"Behind closed doors to rain pear flower. Lonely negative youth, empty negative youth. Pleasure * * * Who said that? Flowers are ecstasy, and the moon is ecstasy. "
"Sorrow gathered eyebrow peak all day long. A thousand crying marks, ten thousand crying marks. Look at the sky at dusk and the clouds at dawn. I will think of you when I walk and I will think of you when I sit. "
How beautiful she looks, opening the pearly casement and sitting with a frown, only to see deep tears, but not the man she loves so much.
Spring is not green, the temples are first silk, and the world is not sad for a long time. I don't know who made me miss that evening, that happy reunion night. Only you and I can understand this feeling.
Never hate, hate in the end of the world, I don't know what's in my heart, the wind and water fall in front of me, swaying Yun Lan oblique.
"Bambusa bambusa, Bambusa bambusa, send tears little by little. Chuck wants to listen to Yao's grievances, and it's dawn at night. "
People drift from the moon to the bend, and the small building leans on the jade pole alone. Falling flowers and swift flies away, and a stream of autumn catkins is half full of smoke.
The path is red and thin, and the fragrance is green. The trees on the high platform are gloomy. The spring breeze is not lifted, and it is foggy and chaotic. The emerald leaves hide the warbler, and the bamboo curtain separates the swallow. The incense of the stove is still spinning. When a sad dream woke up, the setting sun shone deeply in the courtyard. "
Lv Benzhong's "Picking Mulberry Seeds" "Hating you is not like the moon, north and south, east and west, north and south, only with each other. Hate you like Jiang Yue. If you are full, you will still lose money. When will you be together? "