Last year, Chen Xue made tea with the guests, and Liu Xin borrowed three colors from the cup temporarily.
I used to be an idle person in the original courtyard of Sophora japonica. I sat down by a small pond full of alcohol to watch fish and watched fireworks all my life.
I have a pot of exquisite wine, with the mountains and the moon as the pillow, and a pot of past events to warm the Bolou. I'll pour you a cup.
It should be the camel cloud that missed the spring, so that the last month of summer was tired of kissing lotus fragrance. You stood in the distance in faded blue silk, crossed your legs and brushed the willow branches in the corridor, awakened the fish in the river and came back to me.
Go away, watch the geese in the rain, and you are not allowed to look at the bald heads on the earth.
I'm not surprised that my talent has not been favored by that girl. I've been bothering her for a long time. At this point, all my love stops at my lips and teeth and I am addicted to the years. Let's leave this life.
You are like a glass of liquor, burning my youth. I smiled and drank a bowl of Mengpo soup near Naihe Bridge, which was hard to get into my throat.
Ran Ran Qiu Guang can't stay, and the red leaves are full of dusk.
Life is like a March flower. I've been thinking about it all my life, like flying flowers, and I don't know the deadline when I'm drunk.
The deep courtyard is quiet, the small courtyard is empty, the cold anvil is intermittent, and the wind is intermittent, but people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
Things let nature take its course, it was a dream. The road to drunkenness is steady and frequent, and it is unbearable to look back.
Love is like a storm, but it hurts when it moves.
Insomnia in the middle of the night, I pushed the door into the yard. The lotus tree in the yard is ripe, and a red fruit falls quietly. I cut out a piece of moonlight to wrap my heart.
Teenagers love affairs for no reason, and when they are old, they will take a rest, alone, in the middle of a hundred years of longitude and latitude.
Life-long concern, so far all the year round, meets meets, suits me. Shake hands with you for three years.
My hair has changed to white head, but who knows how many times I will look back in my life.
When you are away, I will be with you in the afterlife.