Looking around, cold and lonely, sad and sad.
July/April 17 is today last year.
Farewell My Concubine: With tears in her eyes and a false face, she was half-browed with shame.
I've been heartbroken since we broke up last time. Now I can only meet you in my dream.
My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
8. Looking at Zhu's thoughts, he is haggard and fragmented.
If you don't believe me, you will cry. Open the box and take the pomegranate skirt.
9. How beautiful she is, how quietly she leans against the pearly sash, and how annoyed her forehead is! .
You can see the bright tears on her cheeks now, but you can't see the man she loves so much.
10. Rhinoceros is full of flowers, and bears steal tears.
If tears are like pearls, they won't fall.
Know what the limit is, string to HongLing should be one million.
1 1. Li's "Pricking Blood Poetry"
Back and forth, Aihong road ahead.
The lines are heavy and still affectionate.
Looking back, I saw the willow in front of the window.
Liu Bei's tall building has a bead curtain and a half hook.
I was a girl upstairs yesterday, and the curtain pulled down the parrot.
Today, I am an outsider, and my tears are stained with silk scarves.
Outside the wall and upstairs, there is no difference.
How close is the cloud, like Qian Shan?
Sadly, we will never see each other again.
Don't wander in the air, who will mourn!
Wandering late, I decided to devote myself to the return.
Hand-cracked Hunan skirt, weeping to send manuscript anvil book.
Poor silk is a foot, and every word is red.
Every word is sour, and old feelings hold people's hearts.
If you collect water, you will be punished by flogging.
Otherwise, before you die, you will win and give up.
There is nothing to say when you are dead, and you are willing to bury your family.
Heartbroken, there will be a family.