Tanchun
The cold grass in the setting sun has heavy doors, and the moss is full of rain basins.
Jade is harder than pure spirit, and snow is easier to forget.
My heart is a little delicate, and my beautiful image is marked in the middle of the night.
Don't say that immortals can feather, but sing with me late.
Baochai
During the day, cherish Fang Zi and cover the door, and join hands with the urn to fill the moss basin.
Rouge washes away the shadow of autumn, and snow absorbs the soul.
A flower is brighter when it is pale, and a jade is traceless when it is sad.
Pay for Bai Di's cleanliness, or you will faint if you don't talk.
Precious jade
Autumn colors reflect the heavy doors, and seven knots are saved into a basin of snow.
Taking a bath is too real to shoot a shadow, holding the heart of the jade as the soul.
Xiao Feng let go of thousand worries, and Su Yu added a tear.
Deliberately leaning on the painting column, clearing the anvil and blaming the flute to send you to dusk.
Daiyu
Half-rolled curtains cover the door, and the ice is broken into jade pots.
Steal a pear core for three cents and borrow a plum blossom soul.
The moon cave fairy sews clothes, and the woman in Autumn is always in my heart wipes her tears.
Who is shy and silent? On a westerly night, I fainted.
auspicious cloud
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The immortal went to Doumen yesterday and planted a pot of lantian jade.
Of course, frost prefers cold, and it's not Guan Qian who keeps her soul.
Autumn covers the snow, and rain stains add night marks.
But I like the poet's tireless singing, which makes my loneliness ache.
Secondly,
The terrace leads to Robbie Gate, which is also suitable for corners and basins.
Flowers are hard to find a partner because they like cleanliness, and people are easy to break their souls because they are sad about autumn.
Jade candle drops dry the tears in the wind, and the crystal curtain separates the remnant moon marks.
Love v. Chang 'e, no door night.
Baoqintao flower store
The east wind outside the peach curtain is soft, and the morning makeup inside the peach curtain is lazy.
There are people in the peach blossom curtain outside the curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossom.
The east wind intends to open the curtain, and the flowers want to peek at it.
The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than peach blossoms.
Flowers solve people's worries, and the news outside the curtain blows through.
The wind blew through the curtain and the flowers filled the court, and the spring scenery in front of the court was twice as bad.
The idle moss courtyard door is empty, and the railing leans against the sun.
The railing man cries the east wind, and his skirt stands beside the peach blossom.
Peach leaves are messy, and bloom is full of red leaves.
The fog wrapped in smoke sealed 10 thousand plants, and the walls of the baking building were blurred with red.
The secret is to burn mandarin duck brocade and wake up in spring to move the pillow.
The maid's golden basin is flooded, and the fragrance of spring is cold and rouge is reflected.
What kind of rouge is bright, the color of flowers, people's tears,
If people's tears are compared to peach blossoms, they will flow from long to charming.
Tears are easy to dry when the eyes look at flowers, and when the flowers dry up in spring, they will be haggard.
The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and flying flowers are easy to get tired at dusk.
Spring in Du Yu is over, and the lonely curtains are empty!
The autumn window is stormy
Daiyu
Autumn flowers are bleak, autumn grass is yellow, and Qiu Guang grows.
I already feel that the autumn window is boundless, so it is as bleak as the wind and rain!
Help autumn wind and autumn rain come quickly! Breaking the autumn window, Qiu Meng is green.
I can't bear to sleep in autumn, so I take my tears away from Xiang Qiu's screen.
Tears and candles shake Ruo short, pulling sadness, shining hatred, away from love.
Whose autumn yard is windless? Where is the autumn window that doesn't rain?
Luo can't stand the autumn wind, and the lingering sound makes the autumn rain urgent.
Even at night, the pulse blows again, and the lamp seems to be accompanied by tears.
The cold smoke courtyard turns into a depression, and the bamboo drops when it is empty.
I don't know when the storm will stop, but I have taught my tears to wet the window screen.
Is that enough?