Whose flute is playing?
How many years have you been ringing for floating life?
Whose singer broke the stringed instrument?
Startled in the west wind and cold buildings
Who is the flying moth eyebrow with a light folding sleeve?
Who keeps pace with the world?
Who wandered around past lives several times?
The flowering period has gradually cut off the fleeting time.
Why don't we just forget it ~ ~ ~ ~
There is no wind and no moon tonight.
Listening to the flute and looking at the clouds around, the flowers disappeared from the sky.
When we meet again, we will know that there is no rest.
Wave your sleeves and say goodbye.
But someone has to stay.
If the past and the present are farewell forever.
Cangshan is full of snow.
Once in a hundred years, you can't see it at a glance.
Sigh, only sigh, he gently made a vow.
Whose wish has been realized by ignoring the Millennium curse?
He can't see her in her prime ~ ~ ~ ~
(2) A letter from his wife
Brick and tile house old city wall Shuijing lane
Slate also smells of wine.
Zhu Qiao short sunset long waterwheel turns.
Burned on a passenger ship.
The spring river is full of cold light.
Your eyes are full of lake light.
Standing by the umbrella bridge in the shade of flowers
Returning home dressed in rags told me not to forget.
The smoke from the kitchen is the soup you simmered.
A whole bowl of potherb incense
Boil the acacia and pour it into your throat.
Through bones and intestines
The blue light shines on the wall and you are wearing a cold coat.
Bright moonlight in front of the window
A sleepless night * * * I looked across the river.
A faint red wax shines on Haitang Lang. When will Lang return it?
Fireworks are bright in March and longer in July and a half.
From October to the wind and rain, it is cold and snowy, and you can add a dress.
Sanqiu's tunic has a bandwidth for loading other swallows.
At the age of nine, the sideburns gradually became stained with water clouds.
Lang Lang hasn't returned it yet.
I didn't forget you counted the transit boats.
You broke the poplar flowers.
The morning makeup is over, Qian Fan.
Your back was hurt by the sunset.
I didn't forget you counted the transit boats.
You broke Huayang's morning makeup.
Look, it's over, Qian Fan.
Your back was hurt by the sunset.
The beam is engraved with wind and frost.
And you have a long time engraved on you.
That letter from home is bleak.
I've been homesick for a long time