When the fallen leaves are scattered, the habitat in western Western jackdaw is full of surprises.
The leaves in the wind gather when they gather. Western jackdaw has settled and the moon rises. Friends are looking forward to meeting, but I don't know where. At this time, on such a night, it is difficult to miss each other.
When you enter the door of lovesickness, you will know the suffering of lovesickness.
Eternal love, eternal memories, and short-term lovesickness have no end.
If I had known that acacia was tied in my heart like this, it would not be like you didn't know.
-"autumn wind words"
2. Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang 'an.
Autumn insects are singing by the golden well, and the frost is shining on my mat like a small mirror.
High light flashing; My desire is getting deeper and deeper. I lift the curtain, sigh and stare at the moon.
Lonely as a flower, rising from the clouds.
There is a clear sky in the world. Below, I see the green and agitation of water.
Heaven and earth are far away, can I dream over the portal and over the mountains? .
Sauvignon Blanc destroys the heart and soul.
-"Sauvignon Blanc, Part I"
When did you say goodbye to your concubine last year? Butterflies are flying on the green grass in the South Garden.
When I think of you this year, the snow in Xishan is dark and clear.
Jade Pass has reached this 3,000-mile-long place. To send books, you can smell them.
-"Thinking Edge"
4. The cloud needs clothes, flowers and tolerance, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to show wealth.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon.
-"Qingpingdiao Part I"
It's cold in winter and long at night, so I've been sitting in the North Hall for a long time.
Ice and Jingquan enter the boudoir on the moon, and the golden urn glows sadly.
When the golden urn goes out, the crying turns more.
Cover my tears and listen to your songs.
The song has sound, and my concubine has feelings.
Love is in harmony with sound, not against it.
I didn't understand a word. I flew from Junwanqu to Liang Chen Fei.
-"Sit at Night"
6. My hair hardly covers my forehead. I am picking flowers and paying by my door.
When you, my love, ride a bamboo horse, run in circles and throw your childhood.
We live together in an alley in Qiantang, both young and happy.
When I was fourteen, I became your wife, and I was too shy to laugh.
-Excerpt from the Long March