Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
Yulouchun made another ruthless plan by taking advantage of the east wind in Dao Ji, Song Yan.
Dongfeng also made a ruthless calculation, and the beautiful safflower was blown off the ground by it. The bead curtain of the brothel bead curtain hides the improvement and dodge of falling flowers, as if spring had been hurt again on this day. Who knows that improper management in late spring, mountains and rivers, how many spring tears. Jinbei wine, at the moment, only wants to drink deeply, and wants to see it. Life is alive, youth is short, how much happiness there is, and how much intoxication there is!
Fishing hides desolation.
Song Cheng Gai
Covered with a bleak, dusk courtyard, the horn whimpers there. In the curved house with low windows, the wind lanterns are cold, and it is still a cold season. Stop and cut. Years of green smoke in a cage and become dummies every night. Leaning on the bar and worrying. Listening to the sound of phoenix bamboo and the shadow of rhinoceros, cold and light snow are brewing.
Sad, but remember to be young. Plums are in full bloom in the yard. No one has ever seen it. There are thousands of clouds in the dusk. Love is ambiguous. But now I have a good dream. It's unbearable to say. But I remember at the beginning, when I locked the door, it was still one night.