Bai Juyi
Bianshui flow, Surabaya flow, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry. Wu Shan is a little sad.
Think long and hate long, until it's time to pay back. Yue Mingren leaned against the building.
Sauvignon Blanc, I don't know a shallow lover.
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc,
If you ask Acacia, it's too late. Unless we meet.
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc,
Who do you want to talk to about lovesickness? Shallow lovers don't know
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Past events and heartbroken poems are unknown to you.
There are few true feelings in the world. Since ancient times, people have been passionate and crazy.
Lu you chai tou feng
Red crisp hands, Huangteng wine, Mancheng spring willow.
The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.
No, no, no.
Spring is still the same, people are empty and thin, and tears are red.
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books.
Momomo.
Tang wan chai feng
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late.
The breeze is dry, the tears are gone, and I want to worry about it.
Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People are different, today is not what it used to be, and the sick soul is like a thousand miles.
The trumpet is cold, the night is dim, people are afraid to ask, and tears make up.
Hide, hide, hide.
Slow voice
Li Qingzhao
Looking for it,
Cold and clear,
Sad and sad.
When the temperature was warm and cold that day,
This is the most difficult to arouse interest.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
Why did you object to him, coming late and rushing?
Wild goose crossing also,
Is sad,
We're old acquaintances.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Haggard and hurt,
Who can pick it now?
Look at the window,
How can you be black alone?
The Indus River is drizzling,
At dusk, little by little.
This time,
What a sad sentence!
Ruan Langgui
Yan Dao Ji
The golden palm frost on the horizon, the clouds grow with the geese.
Green cup of tea by Chongyang, human feelings such as hometown.
Lanpeizi, chrysanthemum and yellow hair, diligent and crazy.
If you want to turn intoxication into sadness, singing can't hurt your heart.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Zhou Bangyan
The moon is full of surprises, even more leaking, and the gold well is pulled out.
Tears arouse bright eyes and stiff neck is red and cold.
Hand in hand, frosty wind blowing the shadow on the sideburns.
Don't worry.
Upstairs bucket handle dry, cold people stay away from chickens.
Wan Xiyong's Long Lovesickness Rain
One by one, one by one, watching, the lights of the banana window outside the window. Infinite love at this time.
Dreams are hard to achieve, hate is hard to decide, and people who don't care don't like to hear it. Empty steps lead to bright places.
Die Lian Hua courtyard is deep
How deep is the yard?
The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy.
Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring.
Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Black night cry
Yu Li
The flowers in the forest have withered,
Too hasty,
Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears,
Drunk,
When does it weigh,
Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Falling flowers deliberately follow the running water, and the running water loves falling flowers mercilessly.