The red candle is weak.
In the prime of life, listening to the rain on the boat,
Zhang Guoyun is low,
Broken geese are called westerly winds.
Now listen to the rain monk,
The temple is full of stars.
Sorrow and joy are always ruthless,
Drop by drop, the next step is not started until dawn.
-Jie Jiang's "Yu Meiren Listening to the Rain"
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Qingqing is your collar, YY is my miss. If I didn't go to see you, didn't you get my letter?
Green is what you wear, and leisurely is my feeling. If I never visit you, can't you take the initiative?
Come on, always open your eyes, on this high tower. A day without seeing your face seems as long as March!
Li Bai, an autumn wind poem
The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, and the fallen leaves gather and disperse, which surprised Western jackdaw in the west. It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates;
When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick for a long time and lovesick for a short time.
If I had known it was so frustrating, why didn't I know each other?
Golden Li shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each one has a flower-like string. In daydreaming, Saint Zhuangzi was bewitched by butterflies, and the emperor's spring heart cried in the cuckoo.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jadeite to the sun. A moment that should last forever came and went unconsciously.
Meet in
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Que Qiao xian Qin Guan
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If the relationship is long, will it last forever?
Liu Yong Yulinling
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Jane yimei and Li Qingzhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. I can't eliminate this situation, but I frown, but I care.
The tallest building, covered.
Old worries, two eyebrows shy said. Remember for a long time, swim shoulder. The skirt covers the stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt lightly fans the apricot blossom building. Travel several times, get drunk several times, stay several times.
Unexpectedly, the spring breeze is broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed. Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. Bees don't understand people's sufferings and swallows don't understand people's worries. I can't get rid of the old feelings. When will I stop?