Mountains and rivers are far away, and falling flowers and wind and rain hurt spring even more.
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went to the tall building alone to see the world.
It's hard to feel that the geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water.
There are ten thousand kinds of books written vertically, but who will give them to Nai Guiyun?
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark.
If you want to make good use of this love letter, you will find that there is no evidence in the end.
Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.
Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.
Without the moon, it is always difficult to stay in a lonely building.
Love is fading, warblers are ringing outside the door, and I am stuck at this moment.
The flute rings three times, the plum blossoms are broken, and the spring is a little bit.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day.
Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy.
Helpless return to the heart, dark with the water to the end of the world.
After a long time, the smoke is getting thinner and thinner, and I am lonely in the city.
In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.
The lover went away like running water, and she closed the door and looked forward to her.
If you ask how much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain!
The places where believers have disappeared since ancient times refer to the Red Dust North Road, the Blue Wave Nanpu and the Yellow Leaf West Wind.
I don't know how to send it, so I miss it. Fortunately, I have returned to Shuang Yan.