Sad song Li Yu
Beads are precious in front of you, and flowers are withered in the world. I didn't hate it in my heart, but I missed.
Jade barnyard grass is still full of medicine, and the incense has been stained with dust. There will be feelings before and after the funeral, and there will be no tears when touching the towel.
Beauty is like a fragrant tree, but the dangerous road is similar. It is sad to practice spring, but it is also bitter and rainy.
Where is the beauty now? It's all gone. Nowhere to ask, the Millennium thanks the east wind.
Feelings for Li Yu
I also saw the old branches of tung flowers, and the first floor was misty and rainy.
Who will be disappointed because of the aperture, and will not feel tearful.
The mountainous city is no longer charming, and the festival is not self-sustaining.
There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues.
After half a day's silence,
The sound of the bamboo crescent moon is still like that of the past.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over.
Candles are bright and fragrant, and paintings are deep.
The temple is full of frost and snow, which is hard to remember.
It is almost as difficult for friends to meet each other as the stars in the morning and evening. Tonight is a rare event, and this lamp is candlelight. Two men who were young not long ago now have gray temples. It shocked us to find that half of our friends had died, which made us sad.
You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. You hate that I was born late, and I hate that you were born early. You were born before I was born, and I was old when I was born. Hate is not born at the same time. Hello every day. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. I am far away from you, and you are far away from me. I was born before you were born, but you were born when I was old. Turn into a butterfly to find flowers and live in the grass at night.
Yuanyang wants to fly together as soon as she knits. The poor old man is white first. Spring waves of green grass, deep in Han Xiao, are relatively bathed in red.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
There are thousands of hearts in Qian Qian, and there is no place in the world.
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.
Picking hibiscus by the river, Lanzeduo fragrant grass. Who wants to leave, Philip Burkart.
Looking back at my hometown, the road is slow and vast. I am bent on leaving home and worried to death.
After the dance, Dieyi's tears were already sad.
Who would be romantic,
Yue Bai a hesitation.
My concubine has lost her honor,
I will cry and laugh when I am free.
Floating in the dew, buried in the shadow.
From a distance, the moon is short of flowers at the moment.