1, wet drizzle ribbon in Nanxiangzi-Feng Yanji
The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year. Smoke locks the phoenix building, which is infinite. My heart is broken. Dreams are melodious, and I sleep in a bed embroidered with flowers. The door was ajar and the sun set. Tears for your last spring.
2. Liang Shanbo and Hundred-foot Avenue in Zhuloulin-Wang Guowei
Hundred feet of Zhuloulin Avenue. There is a light thunder outside the building. Lonely people are gentle and elegant. Few people are idle. In a flash, the dust of the car gave birth to a tree. Strangers go upstairs and grow old in the dust. On a thin night, the west wind blew rain. The Ming Dynasty was also a sad dynasty.
3. "Partridge in the sky, Western jackdaw in the west is worrying"-Song Xin Qi Ji
As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment. Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
4. "Eight Six Children Leaning against the Danger Pavilion"-Guan
Lean on the dangerous pavilion. I feel sad when I think of riding outside the willow tree and the difference between water and tea and beauty. After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red. Let me get stuck in it? Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me. There is no choice, the joy of the past is accompanied by running water, the fragrance of the green scarf gradually disappears, and you can no longer hear your sweet music. Positive pin setting. My sad thoughts were deep, and suddenly the cry of an oriole came at me.
5, "Ying Tianchang, don't come to Le Shu for half a year"-Tang Wei Zhuang
I haven't received your letter for half a year. I miss you like a thousand miles. Every inch of sorrow and every minute of sorrow are pulling my heart. The opportunity to meet each other is so rare, but it is a pity that it should not be so easy to separate. Last year's pear blossoms were as white as snow, and more spring will be built. The feeling of lovesickness can only stagnate in the heart, and the words of lovesickness have nowhere to tell. It's even sadder to worry about the days and the clouds and clouds. Tears of sadness kept flowing and dyed the red cuffs black and yellow.