2. Who abandoned the long-term leisure to express the deserted poem? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. Every day, I often get sick and drink, but I don't care that my face in the mirror is thin. Why do I have to ask new troubles every year? The independent small bridge is full of wind sleeves, and the linping crescent people return home. Jade building is bleak, and it is a bit boring after parting. There are no books, and there are no books. In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and Chiba hates it. Therefore, looking for a single pillow in a dream, the dream is not only light but also embers. The butterfly garden is deep, willow piles of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. I'm not going to stay in spring. My eyes filled with tears, and I flew over the swing. I'm waiting for plum blossoms in the pavilion, the bridges are sparse and the grass is warm and swaying. My sadness is drifting away, and the distance is like spring water. My heart is full of tears, and the building is too high to rely on the dangerous fence. There are spring mountains everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside. The waves washed the sand and drank. Forget to come back, it is impossible to say that spring will be dusk. Flowers will eat cold food, whose tree the car is tied to. Will we meet a stranger when Shuang Yan comes? Stir up the spring sorrow like catkins, and there is nowhere to find it in the dream. Jade pagoda spring is not finished, and I intend to say the return date, but I didn't say to swallow the spring first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance. Don't renovate without a song. A song can teach you how to tie the knot. You must see all the flowers in Luoyang. It's easy to say goodbye to the spring breeze. Youth travel is dry and sunny. More specifically, I remember Wang Sun. The rain fell on the light thunder pool outside Linjiang Xianchi, and the sound of the rain dripped and broke the lotus. The rainbow in the west corner of the small building is bright, withered and oblique, and the moonlight is born. Swallows fly to see the painted building, the jade hook hangs the curtain, the cool waves are motionless, the lines are flat, the water is clear and the pillows are double, and there are falling flowers on the shore. Irises are swaying in the wind, and willows are carrying heavy smoke and snow. The moon shines on the pear flower. Mulberry picking is a solo boat, around the West Lake, with clear water and grass on the long shore, and fun everywhere. When there is no wind, the water is smooth and slippery, the boat ripples slightly, and the sand birds fly ashore to pick mulberry seeds. Spring rain wins the West Lake, flowers are blooming, butterflies are buzzing, and flowers are warm in sunny days. The orchid is coated with kudzu. It's calm, but there are clouds floating under the boat. The water is fresh and the pitch is lingering. I suspect there will be another day in the lake. After picking mulberry seeds, the West Lake is fine, wolves are still red, birds are misty, and weeping willows are withered all day. After all the tourists left, I felt the spring sky, the curtains hung down and two swallows came back in the drizzle. Who can enjoy the West Lake after picking mulberry seeds?
Who knows, at leisure, the grass is dark and the water is far away, and a little Cangzhou egrets fly. The West Lake is clear and full of eyes, and green willows and bamboos drive there. Tourists must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers. After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine, and wine will come without flags. Go home drunk. Mulberry leaves are beautiful in the water, and the West Lake is full of fresh clouds. Seagulls and herons are sleeping, so you should get used to listening to orchestra. The wind is clear and the moon is white, suitable for night. Anyone who envies Luan is a fairy in the boat. The sunset glow of mulberry leaves shines on the West Lake, the flowers are flat and faint, and there is no boat on the barren shore. In the southwest moon, clouds are floating. Asphalt flying in the spring of 20 years. Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master? When Ruan Langchun returned to the South Garden, the smell of wind and peace, green plums like peas and willows, butterflies flying all day long, flowers heavy and grass smoke low, people's curtains hanging down, swings casual, and painted beams living in Shuang Yan. The southern singer's golden mud belt, the dragon jade palm comb. Idle hinder embroidery, ask how the word Yuanyang is born. Linjiangxian remembered the first song that Jin Luan sang together, and the spring breeze made the country rich and the people strong. Now, he is an old official who has lost Qujiang flowers for ten years. It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but there is no family in sight. It's hard to leave the lonely city when it's cold, and the mangroves are far away. He Mei crab powder. Don't worry. Sauvignon Blanc surrounded the embankment with apple willows, watched the pedestrians go west, and returned for a long time. It's raining and windy, and cold gulls fly relatively. Sauvignon Blanc is like a willow, and a willow is a parting young man, bowing his head and crying. The Yangtze River is east, Jiangxi is long, and mandarin ducks fly on both sides. When will they meet? 6. Shoot a lamp and spread it frequently. Life here seems like an old bottle. Say what you love in the morning, roll a light cream on the curtain and try on plum blossom makeup by hand, all because of your hatred, so you draw long and far. Thinking about the past and cherishing fragrance is easy to get hurt. Draw a song first, and it is the most heartbreaking to laugh. The railing of Pingshan, which is in the wrong place, leans against the clear sky, where the color of the mountain is both there and there. His hand hung in front of the hall. Look at the old man in front of the bottle. Nowadays, the waves of sand swim in the north pool, the canoes are rippling and the wicker is soft, so that spring comes and goes, and the head is white. A good prostitute has a good voice, but it is difficult to get drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold euros, even if flowers are often sick, they are still romantic. Fishermen are proud of the ridge of lotus leaves, and the boat supports flowers. If there is love in the sky, it will be old.
How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.
The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn.
Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.
Last year's Eve, the flower market was brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
When will Ruanlang return to Liulang? Unintentional cloud wins Iraq
Dark clouds are still there.