This muse, which is difficult to be poetic, pesters me from morning till night and has to walk around the fence or whisper on the stone.
There is wisdom in the pen, with story story, story story, story story, story fragrance and story moon.
The paper is full of self-pity and resentment, saying who will tell Qiu Xin.
A sentence from Tao, Changfeng said today.
2. Daiyu
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is ground into earth jade as a basin.
Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul.
The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn.
Who is shy and silent? Tired of leaning against the west wind, the night has fainted.
3, "Ask Chrysanthemum Xiaoxiang Princess"
Want to hear about autumn, you don't know, you mumble that you knock on Dongli with your negative hand:
Who is hiding in the lonely label? Late to blossom? ?
Why is the garden lonely? Will red laurel be lovesick? ?
If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not talk about it for a while?
4. Ju Meng Xiao ChristianRandPhillips Zi
The hedge is sunny in autumn, but cloudy in the moon. ?
To become immortal is not to admire Zhuang and give birth to butterflies, but to look back and find Tao.
When you sleep, you will be bad with the goose, and when you are surprised, you will be upset. ?
When you wake up, who will complain: the grass is cool and the smoke is infinite!
5. Burying Flowers
Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?
The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the falling wool touches the embroidered curtain.
The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the spring dusk and looks sad.
Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?
Willow and elm are from wheatgrass, regardless of peach floating with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
At the beginning of March, the fragrant nest was built, and Liang Jianyan was too ruthless.
Although you can peck flowers and hairs next year, it is not easy for people to go to the empty nest.
360 days a year, the wind and sword are threatening.
How long can bright and fresh research last? Once you go with the flow, it's hard to find out.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them are worried.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.
The blue light fell asleep on the wall, but the window was not warm.
The blame at the bottom is double depression, half pity and half trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.
Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?
The soul of a flower and a bird is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of itself without words.
May wings be born under threat and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
There is no trick, a cup of pure land protects the wind.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I will die and be buried, but when will I die?
The man who buried the flowers smiled today, but who did he bury?
Let's see the residual flowers of spring gradually falling, which is the time when beauty dies of old age.
No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!