Jade bone's melancholy fog has its own fairy wind. When the sea fairy sent out to explore the fragrant bush. Hang the green hair upside down.
Plain face turns pink, and red lips do not fade when washing makeup. The high spirits disappeared without a trace. Don't dream with pear flowers.
Naturally, it has a clean and clear style. Where can I notice the fog? It has its own immortal style. Sea gods send people to visit fragrant flowers from time to time, and the phoenix decorated with green feathers hangs upside down.
Its plain face is painted with lead powder and it is afraid of getting dirty. Even if the makeup is washed away by rain and snow, it will not fade the red color like red lips. Noble sentiment follows the sky of Xiaoyun, and you wouldn't expect to have the same dream as pear flower.
2. Dream of the 20th day of the first month of Jiang.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
It's been ten years since I said goodbye to you. We can't miss each other, but it's hard to look at each other after all. Lonely graves thousands of miles away, there is nowhere to tell the sadness in my heart. Even if the husband and wife met, you wouldn't recognize me. I am covered in dust and my temples are like frost.
Last night, I returned to my hometown in my dream. I freshened up at the window of the cabin. You and I are silent and sad, only tears fall thousands of lines. The place where I expected to miss her in the past was on the bright moon night, on the short Songshan Mountain.
3. "Half-dead children, returning to Nagato, everything is not right"-Zhu He in Song Dynasty
Go through the gate again and you'll be fine. Like what? What is the difference? Wutong was half dead. After first frost, Bai Yuanyang lost her partner.
The grass is on the ground and exposed at the beginning. Old habitat and new growth. Lying in an empty bed listening to the rain from the south window, who will mend the clothes at night?
When I come to Suzhou again, I feel that nothing is right. Why can't my wife who came with me come with me? I seem to be a plane tree beaten by frost, half dead; Like a naked mandarin duck without a companion, lonely and tired.
Dewdrops on the green grass have just dried on the Yuan Ye. I wander in the bedroom where I used to live together, and I wander in the new grave on the ridge. Lying in an empty bed, listening to the biting wind and rain outside the window added a lot of sadness. Who else will mend my clothes late at night?
4. Nanxiangzi wrote an inscription for the female corpse Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty.
Tears are silent tears, but they just regret the past and don't cherish your affection. If you want to come back to your party with your photos, your tears won't break your heart. You can't draw your face.
The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You woke up early, I was still dreaming, crying as deep as the wind, and the sound of the wind continued until dawn.
Tears flowed twice, but I shed tears silently, only regretting that I didn't cherish your efforts before. I want to be with you again with Dan Qing. My eyes are blurred and my heart is broken, so I can't draw your face.
The parting words are still clear in my ears, and Qi Fei's good dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. You have been awake for a long time, but I am still dreaming, crying deeply and painfully, and the wind chimes will be until dawn.
5, "Yu Zhonghao, the fourth night of October, tomorrow is the Day of Dead Girls"-Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
The curtains were covered with dust and ribbons were flying, so I spent this sad night unconsciously. I secretly shed tears several times and suddenly saw the makeup you used.
There is only bitterness in my heart and nothing is interesting. It's already five o'clock, and it's another morning when all the flowers are gone. All the rotten willows have fallen leaves. How can the cold wind and rain beat the painting bridge without being full of sadness?