Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the plum bottles. Heart words have turned gray.
Red spine
Surprised and leaked, keep the spring sleep. Especially charming, careless, only self-pity. The message is that it will be a beautiful day, and the green window will come with the strings.
Yiwangsun
The west wind blew bananas all night. Tired eyes endure loneliness after autumn? Force the mood to make muddy mash. Read Li Sao. Sorrow is like the tide of Xiangjiang River day and night.
Jade contiguous (not recorded according to this tune, or self-tuned)
Where is it? It rained several times in Mao Mao in Xiao Ye. Wet eaves flowers, people at the bottom of flowers are speechless, Yanping Mountain, jade furnace is cold. Who saw his eyebrows sad and tired.
Complain about one's feelings
Who is the companion of the cold embroidered quilt? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun. If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
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It's a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones, red and cold. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saved it? Who saved it? Since then, I have been tattooed with light and shadow.
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In the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.
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Konoha has gone home. Where does the waning moon wind go? The news is half gone with the wind, and I feel homesick tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain. The west wind blew away half.
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The awning is drunk, the stars are teetering, and the dream is separated from the wolf river and shattered by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping. It's boring to wake up.
Endless desire
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
Meet Huan
Wei Yun touched a distant mountain, cold and soluble, just like a personal thrush.
Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop.
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Falling flowers are like a dream, sad and confused; The red sun set to the west of the building, and the room was filled with the smell of musk deer.
Infinite sadness makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sadness. Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me.
Zhao junfen
Who cherishes good spring and deep prohibition? Yao's footsteps stood at dusk. The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear.
Another pear flower to thank, embroidering the cold spring tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind.
Jiuquan baby
Thank you, but the moon is as bright as water. The smell of the seal is gone, but I still didn't sleep, and the crow crowed early.
The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns. The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying.
Shengchazi
Dongfeng is puzzled and steals Hunan skirts. I carried the sarong all night, and I drew a slim waist.
Ruo water sinks smoke, dew drops Yuanyang tile. The flower bones are cold and fragrant, and the cherry blossoms stand.
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The short flame picks up the residual flowers, and the night is long and silent. Tired of dancing, I smell chicken, but I feel green and wet.
Tianshui encounters ghosts, and the corner is southwest and white. If you want to cross Huanhuaxi, you can't dream far away.
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How much do you know about the blue sky when you are worried about clouds? Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia.
It's different every time, so you have to distinguish words. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain.
Pink lips (chanting orchids)
There is a different kind of fragrance, and there is no place to wash it. Ling Bo is going to live for the east wind.
How can you resist autumn if you are so miserable? Also stay, Leng Xiang half wisp, Xiangjiang rain first.
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A moth's eyebrow, the lower chord is not as good as the upper chord. Yu Lang is not old, why are you already sad?
The plain wall shines obliquely, and the bamboo shadow sweeps the window. The empty room was silent, the crow was about to break dawn, and I went down to the west building again.
Zaizai (Huang Zaowang)
The night light is cold, and the snow is flat on the pile. What is the limit of the west wind? Look at it with clothes on.
I'm confused about this. I don't feel like I've grown up. When Dan, the little stars want to disperse and fly to Pingsha geese.
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It's cool in the yard and I feel thin when I'm late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain.
Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls.
Huanxisha
Rainy days are full of cold worries, how can we return to the apricot blossom line? Last year, the barrel was high and light.
If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection.
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Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
There is also (I saw Haitang in Shi Feng Garden in the western suburbs, and the words were impressive)
Who knows that wandering is not pitiful? The old season is full of flowers, and heartbroken people have gone through the years.
Only a faint red color rains, and the evening breeze blows away the clouds at the temples. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
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If you want to ask how thin Jiang Mei is, you can only see the damaged silk skirt, and the musk deer is precious.
Can endure cold and lean on bamboo for a long time, and then teach Chun not to open the door. Loquat flower is a scholar in school.
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Half a ray of sunshine shines obliquely on the small building, and the bamboo curtain obliquely controls the soft gold hook. You can't rest assured by leaning on the bar.
There is an Yingying riding a horse, with elegant makeup and romantic clothes. See people shy but turn back.
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Can draw emblem cold screen. Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
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Slightly dizzy and wet, lightly reflecting the sorrow of life, the dream is suspected in the distant mountain building.
The waning moon peeps at the golden bow, and the soft wind swings the jade curtain hook. Listen to the neighbors tell her to comb her hair.
Ni (Beigukou)
Thousands of willows send horseshoes, and old geese fly south in the north. Who among the guests will change into spring clothes?
At the end of my life, I return to the sunset, and I dream of wandering in a spring. I just said goodbye to you for a long time.
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Walking towards the bank of Yunshan, the north wind blows the hiss of falling horses, and the late autumn is far away.
At dusk, a touch of smoke keeps the base, and the half pole is partial to the old city. When will ancient and modern grievances be settled?
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/kloc-for 0/8 years, I have fallen into the world, blowing flowers, chewing my heart and making ice strings. Who can send sentimental feelings?
The purple jade hairpin has an oblique lamp shadow, and the red cotton powder is cold on the pillow. See the benefits but be silent.
Once again (send Yan Sunyou)
By the Oudang Bridge, we made an appointment, and Dorothy went to Wuhu East. The pen bed and tea stove are too leisurely.
There is short-walled ginkgo rain, which is also a high-profile magnolia wind. Thrush painting hibiscus freely.
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If you want to worry about wild geese, the west wind will make the wine worse. Yellow flower season, the sky is blue.
The ancient garrison was misty, and the sunset red village was relieved. I don't know how many people have fought.
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The fallen leaves are full of ice, and the setting sun still shines on the low pavilion. I lost my title when I went to the abandoned temple.
Inscription on the monument in Kyle, the resident, cockfighting with Buddha's headlights. When will the world wake up?
Double-sky sedan chair
Ding poured more wine, and the wind before the willow was broken. If you ask about the mood of enjoying flowers, it seems to be the same day, how can it be?
Don't be thin for the west wind, you will often scratch your head. It has been arranged since ancient times.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The foggy window is cold to the far sky, and it is cold to the window at dusk. Flowers fall, crows cry, crows fall.
Sleeves are thin and thin, with thin shadows hanging down the sleeves. The wind is a little red, and it's windy in HongLing.
The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze.
Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.
Once again (early spring)
Han Xiao is thin in the southwest month, but Tintin lacks the fragrance of an arrow. Spring is very suitable, and the east wind is right and wrong.
The soul of Shu is ashamed to look at the shadow, and the jade shines red and cold. Who sings the flowers in the back garden and remembers his hometown in the new year?
Huang Yunzi raced three thousand miles, and the female wall was raven. The sunset is cold, and the horses are still hunting.
There is no sound, and it is dark at night. Qiu Meng didn't come home, and the residual lamp was smashed to pieces.
Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.
A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.
The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Dream well, don't wake up, and let him benefit.
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The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.
The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.
Subtract Mulan (New Moon)
I don't want to wear makeup at night, but draw my eyebrows in the mirror. Be sure to stay awake, rain and smoke are invincible.
Don't teach the stars to find a place, stay together. This night, the red chamber is as sad as heaven and earth.
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Candles swaying, cold and sparse, just want to wake up. Don't sleep alone without thinking about it.
The sky is blue and there is an appointment between heaven and earth. It is difficult for a silver-haired man to communicate with a China man, but he is willing to endure the wind and rain.
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There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix.
Poetry will be low-key for fear that others will see it. To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.
Operator (Liu Xin)
Liu Xin's figure is delicate, and delicate willow branches can't hang down like delicate women, so how can they stand the spring dance? The spring breeze in February took more than a year to blow the willow branches yellow.
The same weeping willows, in the west bank of the sunset, hazy misty rain, but more love. The small Liu Yin Gate of Qiantang River is full of foliage and hazy, which makes people think.
Pick mulberry seeds
Xia Tong hasn't flown to Qiong Yao for a long time. Who is there? Who is there? Jade Qing went to bed tonight.
The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet. Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter.
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Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?
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Non-caring and light, cold places are better. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world.
Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.
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Peach blossom is ashamed to die heartlessly, and grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red and fly into the window with regret.
Who pities Dongyang's hard work and thinness is also careless about spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a cold feeling.
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Turn on the light, the book is red, but it's still boring. Jade leaks all the way, and cold flowers separate Yu Di in the dream.
It rained in the middle of the night and the leaves rustled. In the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces versus Xie Qiao.
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Xie Gu compound is more disabled, and Yan Su carved beams. On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers?
This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago.
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Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
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The bright moon is passionate about Ying Xiao Wo, laughing at me now, lonely, wandering alone, singing alone.
I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams?
within walking distance
It's windy outside the curtains. It's the season in Han Xiao. There is only half of autumn left, and the moon gradually fades through the curtains.
Fighting teaches tears not to freeze, and the benefits are lighter. The plan is to put the injury aside and wait for Han Xiao.
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Where is the way home, it is clear that there is residual water in the mountains. It's cold all spring, until wheat and autumn weather.
It is expected that the flowers will be reissued every other year, so don't ask before the flowers. Even if the east wind is still there, I am afraid of beauty.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Smoke is light and rain is light, which is ugly. A broken rainbow hangs on the tree, which is also the afterglow of chaotic mountains.
Eyes are high, the journey is broken, and the clouds are thousands of miles away. The river goes east day and night, and the brocade book should be entrusted to Pisces.
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Clear butterfly dream, upside down pity Yao Feng. It is a feeling to fade powder and receive fragrance. Hosta stole * * * building.
Who passed on the moth in Autumn Water? Lotus seeds are still hidden in the fog, while rhombic flowers steal waves.
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If you can't worry, you can't live in autumn. Six songs Pingshan deep courtyard, ups and downs every day.
At the beginning of the rain and the fragrance of chrysanthemum, people say that this day is Chongyang. Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, I think infinitely at dusk.
Once again (recalling Fen Liang)
Listening to the rain at night will give you a feeling of autumn. Around the building, people are silent, and dreams turn to sorrow.
Qian Shan Wanshui, I can't remember where you are tired. Do you know the little window red candle? According to some people, this night is bleak.
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Sai Hong has left. When will the brocade be delivered? I remember holding back my tears in front of the lamp, but I asked if the Ming Dynasty was okay.
If it doesn't take a few degrees, the leaves will pile up. A Han Xiao dream, bleak, because of who?
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Lovers braved the wind and rain to date, because they sneaked out, so they often couldn't keep the appointment. She leaned over and looked at the moon, the moon, the whisper, and the smell of her body.
The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon. From then on, in the late spring, when the spring comes and the sun sets, she is the only one who misses it leisurely.
Another (eclipse on a moonlit night)
Hua Yao reflected the que, baking with snowflakes. This is the first season of reunion.
Shadow moths suddenly unfolded their early strings and lent them to Gong Lian. Seven treasures build walls, and the wheel is in the middle of the year.
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