I often think of dusk by the river.
As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back!
After having a good time, we rowed home.
Mistaken into the depths of lotus.
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,
Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.
well
Last night, it was raining and suddenly the wind blew.
Deep sleep won't leave a hangover.
Ask the shutter man,
However, Haitang remains the same.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what?
It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir,
A gentle heart is full of sorrow.
Cherish spring,
When will it rain?
Leaning against the fence,
Just not in the mood!
Where are people?
Even the sky is falling,
Look at the way back.
Dianjiangchun
Swing,
Get up and adjust your delicate hands.
Dew is thick and flowers are thin,
Sweat thin and clothes light.
When someone comes,
Socks shovel gold hairpin slippery,
And ashamed to go.
Looking back at the door,
But smell the plum.
Huanxisha
The Moses cup is dark amber,
Melt before you get drunk,
Better late than late.
Ruinaoxiang disappears and dreams are shattered.
Break the cold, make a bun and loosen it,
Wake up, time and space are red for candles.
Huanxisha
The idle window in the yard is full of spring,
The curtain didn't sink,
Leaning against the staggered, lonely and silent, gently fiddling with the lyre.
Going out to catch the dusk,
The breeze blew the rain and lit up the shade.
The pears in the yard are about to wither. I'm afraid even the oblique wind and rain can't bear it. It's a sad scenery.
Huanxisha
Idle spring and cold food days,
Jade furnace sinks and leaves smoke,
Dream back to the mountain to hide flowers.
Haiyan will mow grass in the future,
Jiang Mei has surpassed Liu Shengmian,
Wet the swing at dusk.
Huanxisha
A bun hurts the spring and combs more.
Keywords evening breeze, courtyard, early plum,
Light clouds travel back and forth to the moon,
Jade duck smoked stove to refresh,
Zhu Ying covered her tassel with a bucket,
Rhinos can also keep out the cold.
Huanxisha
Embroidered curtain lotus smiled,
Leaning against the sweet cheeks of the duck,
Oh, I don't know
On the one hand, it is full of charm,
I don't want to tell you what I think,
The moon moves and the shadow comes back.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The wind is soft, the sky is thin and spring is still early.
The shirt was in a good mood at first.
Sleep when you have a little cold,
Plum blossoms burn on the temples.
Where is my hometown?
Forget it unless you're drunk.
Burned while lying in the water,
The fragrance and smell of wine have not disappeared.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The sound of returning flood broke rinspeed,
It's snowing in the back window, and the smoke is straight out.
The bottom of the candle is bright,
Women are better than men.
The sound of the horn urges the dawn to break,
Dawn returned to the bull's eye.
It's hard to see flowers in spring.
The west wind keeps the old cold.
Complain about one's feelings
Come to Shen Zui late at night to remove makeup.
Plum calyx is attached with residual branches.
Wake up drunk and break the spring sleep,
Dreams never come back.
People quietly,
Yue yiyi,
The green curtains hung down.
Move the stump more,
More fragrant,
More time.
Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform
Golden man,
Turn red,
Get up and comb your hair.
Ren Baoyu was covered in dust,
Hang the curtain in the sun.
Afraid of parting,
How much do you want to say?
New and thin,
Non-dry wine,
Not a sad autumn.
Hugh.
And come back here,
Ten thousand times in yangguan,
It's hard to stay.
Studying in Wu Lingren,
Smoke locked on Qin Lou.
Only the running water in front of the building,
Thinking about me all day, staring at me.
Staring at this place,
From now on,
New sadness.
Slow voice
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, dribs and drabs.
This time,
What a sad sentence!