(Ganzhou Song): The streamer arrow is tight, the willow forest is noisy, and the lotus marsh is fragrant. Lightly ancestors cool hat, go to the water and get sleepy; At first, the west window startled the night rain, and the north pillow the soul. Wutongyuan, Zhenpestle Village, the language of moss insects is disgusting. Idle with a stick, wandering outside the door, Gong Huai is full of leaves.
(Forecavity): The chicken skin is thin, like frost and snow, and the silk temples are like silver. It's boring to take care of passengers when you are injured in autumn. I was the only one left in the carnival, but I was too much in my old country. Children and grandchildren are tired, fame and fortune are rushing, and generally flowing water pays clouds. When you are angry, the Prime Minister is angry, and the grass is endless.
(Front yard): It's hard to find old dancers in Wu Palace. When asked about the legacy of Kaiyuan, the old man said nothing. Listening to the cloud words, ophelia was bitter several times; The voice of white teeth is not over yet, and tears are red and waxy. Like a robe, toner marks, a new make-up. The article is false, the work is vain, and the wine only touches the lips every time.
(Drunk Taoyuan): The cold wind is chilly, and the incense burner is lazy. A wisp of blood between the eyebrows, carmine makes you charming. Lonely shadows are timid, weak souls are floating, and spring silk is born. It's full of frost and moonlight, so I can't hate it in the morning.
(Beixin Shuiling): The bridge is overcast with frozen clouds and residual snow, and the Red Chamber is closed to tourists. The railing is low and the door curtain is hung with an ice fence; The charcoal disappears in Leng Xiang, and the night wind is steep.
(Victory Order): Like peach slices chasing snow waves, catkins float with the wind; The sleeves cover the spring breeze, and yellow is the fault of the Han Dynasty. Depression, full of dust and no one to sweep; Lonely, blooming and falling, watching alone.
(Folding laurel order): Tell the slave family to break the palace waist; Sleepy as a princess buried on a slope, bloody as a concubine who fell from a building. I am afraid that others will cry, and no one will pay attention to me, leaving my soft soul. Zhu Xia's afterglow in the silver mirror, and the red tears on the pillow. Hate Miao, frown, wash rouge, tired.
(corner): lock the heavy door, the crow hangs at dusk, and the sparse curtain reflects the blue tiles. The cool breeze blows the sleeves, and plum blossoms fall into the palace. When I think of Yuanyang, my soul is miserable, and I feel homesick across Yunshan, which is unbearable. Money people send fans and rub peach blossoms. Today, love has been cut off and grass is everywhere.
(Breaking the Qi array): The ground turns from north to south, with clouds and rain pulling it. The alley is full of flowers, the wall is full of swallows, and you can recognize the old courtyard of the Red Chamber. Lingering leisurely like grass, stirring up new worries like smoke, hurting people who are sleeping.
(Swallow wears a voice): Reluctantly, the beauty has gone far away. Lock the door. There are thousands of waters in Qian Shan. Only idle warblers know. Do crazy, do jump, ask him that it is not a rumor. Boil, just wait to turn over, tender flowers tremble against alienation.
(Pour a glass): Search everywhere, the east wind is coming to noon, which is hard to see. Look at the paper breaking the window lattice and the yarn cracking the curtain. Roba was wrapped up, wearing a flower hairpin, and there was nothing in the old hairpin. Red honeymoons and honeymoons are all rolled up, Cui Hua is inclined, and the cold smoke is locked, so good flowers don't make people sleep.
(Preface to The Last Offender): Looking at the blue sky, a maid in Yaochi stole a love note, put a greenhouse wine kiosk in the light and threw it into a smoke wall of a rain well. What a pity! Liu Lang, the old peach blossom, twisted again, which made the new martial arts stone unwilling. Being at the end of the world with my husband, the days in Yongxiang are like years.
(Shuihonghua): In that year, Qin Lou was filled with smoke, the moon was in the sky, the dream was long, and the sound was not old. There is silver between people. It's hard to believe, but who can save Acacia? He turned his head white when he wrote a poem about red leaves. Li is such a life?
(Jade Furong Peak): The county is filled with smoke, and the north and the south join the army; Sigh for a long time, three years depends on Liu. When I come back, I miss Wang Sun's thinness and relive the hook under the Qinhuai curtain. Wandering for a long time, I asked Taohua about their past trips. This riverside town is not as mild as it used to be this year.
(three awakens): Look at the white clouds and ignore the stone road. Gradually, the pine forest fell into the deep mountains, but met several fishermen. There are few people in the depths of Cuiwei, and there is a road in Qianfeng Road, Wanling. Open your arms and try your best to visit a temple in the mountains, no matter which dynasty.
(Guluntai): When you walk by the river, you are full of resentment. Tears on my face, lonely city, hoping to save my eyes. Fighting a bloody battle of defeated soldiers, jumping out of the tight encirclement, the relatives of the old country, but Song left an empty banquet. On the first line of the Yangtze River, Wutou Chuwei Road is 3,000. All belong to other surnames, Yu bian. The cold wave rolled east and everything went down the drain. The spirit is obvious, and the sea is far away.
(Soap robe): Where is Yao Tiansheng Lane, Ting Yun Crane Vaguely, Ding Dong, Yu Pei. The marriage between flowers and moons is half empty, and peach blossoms are almost planted. The old man is heavy, and Pengshan Road is connected; The leading edge is constant, and the martial arts hate it, and even the bed is a dream.
(Good sister): Give him a peach blossom fan and think of the old dream of a brothel; The world is old and the land is barren, which is endless. Fiercely flying apart, Qian Shan Wanshui husband and wife separated, half a month happy.
(North Water Fairy): Kanhan, your children are very attractive, no matter what changes. If the obscene words are too wordy, I will tell you Jin's future and shake hands with God. How do you know the marriage certificate has been cancelled for a long time? The wings are vague, and it is easy to make friends when you wake up, but it is not firm to break the reunion mirror. Shy and embarrassed people laughed on the spot and swayed the road to advise you to run early.
(Fingers leave the pavilion banquet): I once saw the jade palace in Jinling singing, and the waterside pavilion in Qinhuai bloomed early, but it was easy to melt. Look at him starting from Zhulou, watching him entertain guests and watching his building collapse. I have slept happily in this pile of moss, and I have witnessed the rise and fall of 50 years. That Wuyi Lane is not surnamed Wang, Mochou Lake is a ghost crying at night, and Fengta Owl. The remnants of Meng Shan are the most real, but it is difficult to lose the old territory. I don't believe this map can be changed. Sing a set of "mourning for Jiangnan" to the old.