A few willows, how many crying marks have been dyed; Tri-fold sunshine, singing through ancient and modern self-hatred
There is no beauty in the world, and I don't want to be born in this world.
Xun often sits for three days when he goes to other people's homes.
Bamboo in the southern mountainous area is endless; The waves in the East China Sea are endless; Sorrow grows like a cloud, but tears are hard to dry if they are water.
How can you hear Wen Jun when you get the green piano? It is difficult to describe Jing Zhao's eyebrows with colored pens; Looking at the clouds and the moon is nothing more than a sad sound; Playing with willow flowers is full of ecstasy.
Sad fire often burns the heart, and sad clouds often suppress the eyebrows.
Even three or four o'clock, a little sad; One day 12 o'clock, always hate.
Yan talks about the warbler period, and becomes a sorrowful phoenix; The bee matchmaker butterfly makes it green, miserable and red.
Hualiu is hidden in the lady's house, with weak water of 3 thousand; Rain clouds don't enter Wang Xiangmeng, but empty memories of the twelve Wushan Mountains.
I dreamed of sleeping in my heart, but I still dreamed of waking up in my heart.
Wan Li Guanhe, beauty, sad; Full of sadness, I remember the people where I cried.
Qian Shan is full of sorrow, and the moon hates one day.
Don't hate cardamom, cloves are sad in the rain.
Moonlight hangs in the air, bright and clear, self-care, lonely and unbearable; Tears and dew, chirp, all come to help me solve my worries.
Compassionate rafts help people get out of the sea of lovesickness; Love ladder, take people away from hating heaven.
Spent a long room, lovesickness endless; Nu Wa's hatred of heaven can't make up for it.
Lonely lights and rainy nights, leaving teenagers behind by mistake, countless green hills outside the building, constantly worrying about new paths.
Yellow leaves have no wind, and autumn clouds have no rain. If the sky is sentimental, it is old and hard to stop complaining. It's like a dream where you feel there is nowhere to pursue.
The moth eyebrows are not redeemed, and the leaves send acacia; The tide is sad, looking for peach blossoms in the air.
Wild flowers are blooming, peony is not needed, and the village is full of wine, so why green ants?
There is no time for piano to carry wine, wine to sing poetry and three friends to quote each other.
Ruanji's young woman next door is very beautiful. When she sells wine, she tastes it and then drinks it. When she is drunk, she lies on her side.
He who smells the sound of a woman falling from a building through the curtain without moving his mind is not stupid but smart. Fortunately, I am ignorant if I am not stupid.
Peach leaves are affectionate, and wicker is hateful.
Hu Di, a disciple of Mu; Because clouds are rain, Song Yu is so worried.
If the spring sword is like earth, it is actually a green sleeve Zhu Jiajian, but it is as heavy as a hill, without red halberd cloth.
Butterflies have a solitary pillow dream, while phoenixes have no broken strings to sing.
Xiaoyu, the demon of martial arts, flies like smoke, and the more beautiful it is, the more beautiful it is.
The wonderful singing has nothing to do with the past, and it is affectionate at the waist.
A person can't leave when flying, but dark clouds are gathering and time flies.
In the Chu Palace, everyone pushes the waist; Wei Jiaren was stunned by all her words.
If you pass the drum to the Yang family, you have to blow it on the Qin women.
Spring grass is blue and spring water is green. It hurts to send you to Nanpu.
Yushu is made of coral and the bead curtain is made of hawksbill.
East neighbor smiled and came to wait on the bed to change clothes; His handwriting has improved slightly, and he will come into contact with Zhang Jia.
Better slim waist in the wind, playing new sounds in the music, filling the cicada's fine temples and shining on the fallen horse. Venus strives for Wu women to compete for China, Musk Moon strives for Chang 'e, and when I am shocked, Han rafters are fragrant; Fei Yanchang, the admiration for marrying Wang Chen is appropriate. Light fit and weak, afraid of the clothes of Nanyang; Grow up in the deep palace and laugh at the wind.
In Qingniu's tent, the rest of the song has ended, and the new makeup has been finished in Zhuniao's window.
The mountains and rivers are endless, and the powder is as new. Cai Cheng, a beggar, is actually waiting for the end of the moon; Who is the fog of double love?
Shu paper musk coal and pen rhyme, the more fragrant the tea is, the more the wind drifts around and the more complicated the string breaks.
I am even more afraid of smearing delicious soup. At first, it seems that dyeing flowers is difficult to suppress, but I am worried that Woxue is not competent. I don't know that there are only a few cakes and gold left outside the curtain.
In the silence, there is a castle in the depths of the spring rain, and the curtains in the distance gather the midnight lights.
In the autumn equinox, the green curtain is sleepless, and the red leaves hurt the ground at noon.
However, I feel that there are flowers and dew in the middle of the night. I don't know who can sing when the moon is quiet, and Han Shouxiang can sing secretly.
There are many books attached to cranes in Yuen Long, but there are no trees on the female wall. When the stars sink to the bottom of the sea, you can see them from the window, and when the rain passes over Heyuan, you can see them from another seat.
The wind picks up the leaves, and the villagers' tea stoves are hard; Flowers gather in the moon, and scholars sing the altar.
Laughing like a good man outside the skeleton on the spot; There is a storm behind, who is the martyr in my heart?
The mountain green curtain can't roll up a onion, and the shade can't sweep away the thick fragrance.
Bead curtains cover the moon and peep at soft flowers; Clouds hidden in yarn may hinder willows.
The secluded hall is deep in the day, the breeze suddenly comes to be a good companion, the empty window is bright at night, and the bright moon does not reduce the old friends.
I hate to send flowers and wind petals to invade pen and ink, and I love to ask Liu Yusi to provoke clothes.
Willow in front of the pavilion sends visitors everywhere; You know when to go home when you wander at the foot of the mountain.
The end of the world is boundless, and the wind is floating around the world; Dust drifts away, and gray stains half a life.
It is still a dream for butterflies to rest and smell the wind; Birds are not allowed to cry when they are caught in red rain.
Affection turns to stone, wind resentment turns to grave, and the feeling of an empty woman through the ages makes her fickle and fearful.
An autumn mountain can cure diseases, and the sound of spring birds calls for sorrow.
Li Taibai wine saint, Cai Wenji book fairy, one of them, a great couple.
There is a wonderful feast in Huatang today. When someone called for advice, all of a sudden the room was full of crazy words, and two lines of red powder came back soon.
What fate has sent is gone forever. The old friend kindly came to swallow and carve beams; Yi Shi is affectionate. He holds his child in the spring. Good dreams are sad, blowing away the clouds in Wushan; Fairy fate is not near, and the female pearl is empty.
Peach blossoms are full of water, and Xiaozhuang Palace is greasy; There is another village wind, and jade is shaking in the knot.
If you wear makeup, the color is different, the fragrance is more fragrant than blue, the snacks are brightly colored, and the beauty lies in the beauty of abortion.
The leaves are weakly coagulated, and the new algae compete for English.
The towel is still dry, even if you frown, you will think of pedestrians and come over with a smile.
Wandering in the bridal chamber, dreaming at midnight and relaxing in the pavilion will increase the troubles of guests.
The flatterer scratches his head and rubs the beam with powder.
Flute in the breeze, laurel shadow on the railing; Make tea and sweep the snow, and the number of plum blossoms on the hedge.
Silver candle flicking, red makeup smiling, people can cherish feelings more; Sleeping in the rain, weeping willows and ears, is a pity for spring.
Who has pity on the liver and gallbladder, he is Guan Bao; As close as lips and teeth, the world is poor. Xing Yan talked about this. He wanted to reopen the theory of breaking up and rewrite the sentence of the department.
The drunken cry of Yancheng, the elegy of Chu Zhang, the tears of the road, the sorrow of the road. Every time I think about this, although it has been thousands of years, I am also deeply touched.
On the bustling stranger, the spring breeze on both sides of the strait is a faint catkin; In the lonely boudoir, pear blossoms are sparse after a night of rain.
The grass is late, the green grass is not easy, and the passionate love becomes love. What is fate? Everyone has his own heart, not a woman's virtue and resentment.
When the landscape is full of flowers and the moon is full, it is more rhythmic to see beauty. Non-beauty borrows the rhyme of landscape flowers and trees, and landscape flowers and trees directly borrow the rhyme of beauty.
When deep flowering branches, shallow flowering branches and deep flowering branches alternate, the flowering branches are difficult to resemble Iraq; Wushan is high, Wushan is low, the rain is raining at dusk, Lang does not return, and the room is empty.
Green moths and white teeth are not the main Wu, and plum powder is half-yellow; Luoping embroidered curtain around the cold jade, blowing sheng studied the phoenix in the account.
After the first play, like a bead like a wisp, a falling rain tells the story of Shui Xin, full of the language of spring flowers and autumn moon.
Chunjiao slept with red gauze, swept away the floating clouds and spun the makeup bundle, and flew for nine days, and twenty-five lang blew the pipe one by one.
Pipa new song, waiting for Shi Chong; It's not because of Cao Zhi.
Don't smell waist thin, ashamed of ribbon bandwidth; Jia's daughter looks like a pin, lazy as a moth's eyebrows are often locked.
Glass inkstone box, carried all day; Emerald pen bed, never leave your hand.
Wen Qing is full of books, not just peony flowers; New systems, not vines.
Famous family in West Shu, poor in Ludian; Dongtai closed, chanting stopped at Dongxiao.
A glass of drunkenness can swallow the breeze of the five mountains in the south of the Yangtze River; Blowing swords and whistling can absorb the power of Zhao Yan and Qin Long.
Flowers bloom in the forest and float in Gao Lan; Birds on the mountain are chirping, and sometimes they make sounds in the trees.
Dragons must avoid sisters and love the secluded places of lakes and mountains.
I don't know if I have ever met a woman on my pillow, but I can recognize eyebrows and draw A Lang.
The wind is not cold enough to urge you to go on your honeymoon. Don't leave double knots. All kinds of worries are only winding, and a fragrance mark is only half a knot.
That forbearance attaches great importance to the green of the baby's temple, and finally meets the yellow of the guest shirt.
Money was given to the servant and he was secretly told not to talk.
Several layers of fog push the moon out, and countless good mountains cross the river; The wheels will move the autumn insects first, and the deeper the change, the more the birds will rush.
Flowers danced outside the curtains with notes, and the rain dripped Meng Han to the window.
Biao Han, Lu's brother in the past; Fanying cold sand is the quilt of the Chiang family this night.
Fill in the grievances and dissatisfaction with Wuwa, and cut off the empty title of Shu Women's Temple.
A good marriage is easy to combine, and red leaves can also be used as a medium; It's hard to be a confidant, but Bai Bi failed to win the Lord.
Bamboo is planted on the coast of Hunan, and the clouds stop in Wushan.
Ducks die for pity and sleep for mud on honeymoon.
In spring, the mountain marks are faint, the flowers are flying on the coral pillow, and the smoke is messy and fragrant. I doubt that I will return to Wang Xiang's dream.
A little makeup is as messy as pearls. Su Hui was wearing wet clothes on the moon, only worried that wine would pour like a bucket during the day, but she was drunk and surrounded by a jade bed.
There is a soul falling red leaves, and there is no bone lock green glaze.
The title of the book is difficult to read, and the rain breaks Bashan dialect is old.
Ying Ying separated from his grief and followed him to the curtain to seek an explanation.
Looking at two drooping clouds, as if they were getting married.
To fight against plum blossoms, we must first make them fragrant and fragrant, and only worry about hiding pearls in the house of ice bones, unlike Yu Lang in red.
Don't get caught up in romantic things.
Listening to the wind stimulates the mind, smelling the crane moves the mind, the career is prosperous, and the wood is bright.
The light knot is fine and the flowers are falling, and the tears are red.
Drinking water for no reason, but I miss it very much and don't believe in killing people.
Fishing boats sing late and resound all over the coast of Peng Li; Yan Zhen was stunned by the cold, and his voice broke Hengyang's pu.
Cool breeze blowing gently, singing white clouds.
Apricot veils are warm at the beginning, and pear blossoms are deep in the courtyard.