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 by hand, and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again. -Embroidered boudoir: The original Embroidered Curtain.
The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.
Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?
The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!
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, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing hard,
When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.
Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps.
Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains. -the original "unique".
The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door.
When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.
Blaming slaves is double depression, half pity and half trouble;
Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence. -the original text is "unheard of".
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 slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.
After all, where is Xiangshan?
Hide the wind without a trick. -A bunch of original works.
It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.
I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.
The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?
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!