1, last night's star, last night's wind, in the west of the studio, east of the cinnamon room, although my body doesn't have wings like Cai Feng, Linxi and Diantong, I will remind you how to bet when it warms me, where we roll dice in groups under the light of crimson lights. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
2. Lotus leaf hate is born in spring, hate is born in autumn, when it is dry. I know I have been in love for a long time, and I am disappointed with the sound of the river.
3, Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad. Think of dragons, hate dragons, hate to rest when returning, and the moon people lean on the building.
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval. Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring. Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun. A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
On this day last year, peach blossoms set each other off at this door. Today, I came here again. I don't know where the girl went. Only the peach blossoms are still there, smiling in full bloom in the spring breeze.
6. Affectionate, but always ruthless, you can't laugh before going to bed. Candles have a heart to say goodbye and cry for others until dawn.
7, chilling, for Changting night, the shower began to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
8, the water pattern is precious and alert, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is closed overnight. From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.
9, thin clouds are sharp, flying stars spread hate, and silver is dark. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife. Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?
10, autumn wind is clear, autumn moon is bright, leaves gather and disperse, and Western jackdaw in the west is surprised. It's embarrassing to meet each other on blind dates; When you enter my lovesick door, you will know that I am lovesick and bitter. Looking back, I am lovesick and infinite. If I had known this, I wouldn't have known him.
1 1, it was a long time before I met her, but even longer after we separated, the east wind started and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. Xiao Jing, but the clouds change, but she dares to sing with the cold moonlight in her evening. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .