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Huanxi Sand
1
Tears dye the blue shirt and leave it haggard, the cuckoo’s cry of blood is the sadness of separation, and the loneliness in the deep courtyard locks the autumn.
The tenderness of the past is difficult to reproduce, and the old scenery of today is easy to hurt the eyes. Climbing the stairs timidly despite the blue waves.
Huanxisha
2
Candle tears hang in the sky, the night is cold, and the pavilion is cold with mist and rain. The fallen leaves rustle and the flower fairies are buried.
Old cases bring back so many dreams, and new poems are written with a cup of joy, but the broken strings cannot be continued, and the pain of the Chanjuan is broken.
Huanxisha
3
The ink is gathered into thousands of sorrows, and the lonely shadow is in the thin west building with the lamp burning. Who turns over the music sheet to hide his eyes?
Can Lanzhu get drunk? The green screen hides my feelings. The night fell silent and I hated Youyou.