Flowers thanked two heartless people and sent the east wind to spring.
The butterfly dreams of Wan Li, and the azalea blossoms in the third night of last month.
The book movement in the old garden has been dead for several years, and Huafachun is only full of mirrors.
Of course, if you don't return it, you will return it. Who will fight for the Five Lakes Smoke Opera?
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How heartless it is that the water keeps flowing away and the flowers keep dying. It is this ruthless season that I sent the last spring breeze across Cheng Chun. In my sleep, I dreamed of my hometown thousands of miles away. It was late at night when I woke up, and the cuckoo was singing in the branches. I haven't received letters from my hometown for several years, and the spring is blooming, but I am already full of white hair in the mirror.
I don't want to go home now, because my ambition has not come true. When I want to go home, I will naturally go home. No one competes with me for the scenery of my hometown.
2, Qingming Japanese wine Song Dynasty: Gao Zhu
There are many tomb fields in the north and south hills, and the Qingming sweeps each other.
Paper ashes fly into white butterflies, and tears are dyed into red azaleas.
When the sun goes down, the fox sleeps in front of the grave, and the children smile at the lights when the night returns.
As long as you are alive, enjoy your wine and indulge yourself. In the grave after your death, you can't taste a drop.
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On Qingming Day, people are busy sweeping graves and offering sacrifices to sweep the south and north of Nanshan. Burned paper ash flies around like a white butterfly and cries sadly, just like a cuckoo will spit out blood when it cries. At dusk, the silent cemetery is desolate, and only the fox sleeps on the grave. At night, the children who came back from the grave laughed and laughed in front of the lights.
Therefore, people should drink when they are alive, and enjoy when they are blessed. After death, how could a drop of wine from a child's grave ever flow to the underworld?
3. Is Yu Meiren Lou Yu lonely? Song Dynasty: Ouyang Che
Jade building is ethereal and lonely. I was drunk with grief. Wild geese come and go, far and dark. The curtain rolls a crescent moon, fearing dusk.
I have no news of that man. You hate people who break it. If you know someone, jump on Hua. Give me a dream and go on a blind date.
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At night, I boarded the small building alone, and the smoke was hazy, and my heart was filled with sorrow and ecstasy. The geese came, but my lover left, which made me even more melancholy. There is a crescent moon by the curtain, and this sad dusk is the hardest.
There is no sound in the heart of the person I love. When can I get rid of this hatred? If the butterflies flying among the flowers know my heart, please come to my dream, fly to my lover's place and send my lovesickness.
4. When Ruan Langgui and Nanyuan are in the middle of spring? Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
It's halfway through the spring in Nanyuan, and the wind smells like Ma Si. Green plums are like beans and eyebrows, and butterflies fly every day.
Dew is heavy, grass smoke is low, and curtains hang down. Swing unintentionally trapped Luo Yi, painting hall double gorgeous return.
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In the gardens in the southern suburbs, you can always hear the neighing of horses in the warm spring breeze. Green plums are as big as beans, and delicate willow leaves are as beautiful as eyebrows. Spring is getting longer and longer, and butterflies fly so lightly.
The flowers are crystal clear with dew, the spring grass is thick with smoke, and the whole family has put down the curtains. She was very tired after swinging, so she took off her clothes and went to bed, only accompanied by Shuang Yan on the beam.
5. 1 1 Go to Linchunling to see the snow on October 30th? Song Dynasty: Cat Fat
Butterfly first curtain embroidery. Wan Yunv and Qi Hui dance sleeves. The falling flowers and birds are misty, and I remember it for a long time and bid farewell to Baqiao. ?
The account of the incense barrel will always leak. The ground is deep and the moon is thick. The night cold is not near the tassel, only pity him, and the back garden is sparse.
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The butterfly has just turned over the embroidered curtain, and thousands of jade girls are dancing together. Falling flowers and flying clouds always remember what happened after Baqiao left.
The thick fragrance drifted into the indoor tent in the middle of the night, leaving deep moonlight and thick clouds covering the whole earth. It was very cold at night, so I had to hide in a warm tassel tent, but the plum blossoms in the poor backyard were blown off by the wind.