Tianya hates old people, but lonely people don't ask. If you want to see the ileum, you will break the golden incense.
The moth got longer, but the spring breeze didn't appear. I'm trapped in a dangerous building and I'm worried about flying.
Huanxisha
The desert is colder than the small building, the hooligans are like poor autumn, and the screen is quiet and light.
Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
Tasha shop
The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.
Plum blossoms are sent with the post, and fish are scattered. This hatred has no weight. Chen Qiang is lucky to visit Chen Shan. Who will go to Xiaoxiang?
Queqiaoxian
Clouds are smart, flying stars spread resentment, and silver and China people stay away from darkness. When the golden wind and the jade dew meet, they will defeat countless people.
Tender as water, like a dream, I can't bear to look back at the bridge. If love lasts a long time, it will last forever.
Tidal bore watching
Star-divided bullfighting, bordering Huaihai, Yangzhou Wanjing unsealed. The fragrance of flowers, the sound of warblers and the bead curtain are ten miles east.
The heroic spirit is like a rainbow, shining in spring, golden and purple. After the flying cover, the lane enters weeping willows and the bridge is painted in smoke.
Looking back at the motherland, there is a fan building hanging a bucket. The bright moon looks up at the sky, the sails are decorated with brocade, and the beads are splashed with rain, which is better than the horse ichthyosaur.
The past was lonely, but it was turbulent. It is best to spend a thousand words and drink for a thousand minutes.
Tidal bore watching
Qin Feng is green, the west is natural and unrestrained, and thousands of rocks and valleys compete for beauty.
God knows the boat, and the lake is full of smoke and moon. Learning Chinese characters goes hand in hand, nothing grows, and Zhuluo Village is cold and carefree.
Who looks at the past and stares at it? It's easier to lose face than to keep jade. Shi Mei and Gu Mo Lanting's old books are somewhat charming.
Fanatics have a history of 100 years. It is better to change the wine for scarab and get drunk with Cangzhou.
Wang Haichao Luoyang Nostalgia
Plum shadows are sparse, ice melts, and the east wind is dark for years. Golden valley tour,
Bronze camel alley, new sunshine, fine sand, long memory mistakes and cars, dancing butterflies.
Thoughts are mixed, the clouds are full of peaches, and the spring scenery is scattered in others.
Drinking the West Garden at night, Chinese lanterns hinder the moon, and flying covers hinder the flowers. Orchid garden is not empty.
Pedestrians are old, it's a pity to start over.
But leaning against the building, you can see the crow, but you can only return to your heart and go to the end of the world with the running water.
spiritual song
The small building is far away from the sky, and suddenly I see embroidered hubs and carved saddles. The bamboo curtain was half rolled, so I tried it alone.
During the Qingming Festival, the warm wind was broken, and it was sunny and light rain, and there was nothing else to ask for.
The flowers are sold out, the courtyard in the sunset, the red formation, and the dancing mandarin ducks.
After Yu Pei left Ding Dong, it was a sad moment, uneven and difficult. God knows,
The sky is also very thin. Flowers are under the heavy door, and willows are deep in the alley, so I can't bear to look back.
I am sentimental, but I still look forward to the bright moon.
Baliuzi
Rely on the dangerous pavilion, hate grass, and shovel still exists. When I read Goodbye to the Willow Outside, I was dyed red by the water and was shocked.
Heaven rewards diligence, and jathyapple has a dream.
Spring breeze is a ten-mile tender, so what can we do? Happiness flows gradually with the water. When the string is broken, the fragrance of incense is reduced, just like a flower that flies late.
The residual rain is clear, and the oriole cries again.
Magnolia slowness
Looking at Qinhuai, it is chic, it is absolutely dusty. I love the scenery, I get drunk when I sing the whip, and sometimes I sparse the forest.
The political situation in Qiu Lai is fragile and even heavier. People who have hated it through the ages should share it with the present.
Fishing village, overlooking Hengmen, reeds are flying, and geese smell first. It is dull, red with withered Polygonum hydropiper and green with withered pavilions.
With lofty integrity, ruthlessness here is also charming. Jiang Yue knows people far away, and goes upstairs to take photos at dusk.
within walking distance
Spring rains add flowers, while spring blossoms move mountains. Going deep into the stream, there are hundreds of orioles.
Flying clouds turn dragons and snakes into faces and arrogance into emptiness. Drunk in the shadow of Gu Teng, I don't know the north and the south.
Huanxisha
The brocade curtain is full of dusk and the screen is full of red teeth. I hate it when people run away from home.
The dream on the pillow can't fly away, and it feels like the sun is setting, with flowers lining the grass.
well
The distant night is as heavy as water, and the wind is tight and the pavilion is closed. The dream is broken, the mouse peeks at the lamp, and the frost sends Han Xiao to be invaded. Don't sleep, don't sleep, people outside Ma Si get up.
well
The sunset outside the building is full of red, and wicker will be half spring. I can't help but recall the infinite loss of life. I am heartbroken and I am far away.
well
Where the pond returns in spring, there are falling flowers and flying flocks everywhere. The lonely pavilion is lonely and empty, and the moon shore is broken. No mood, no mood, even stormy outside the curtain.
Teasing sequence
It's the hardest thing to believe in parting when talking to someone.
Shuangjing goes home with you. Come back hand in hand at different times and dream of a spring breeze.
Ruan Langgui
Fading flowers and new green branches are gradually clustered, flapping people's wind and flying. The swing turned into red lichen before moving the embankment.
You are sleepy when you swim butterflies, but you don't know about spring. When you are banned from drinking for a long time, it is even harder to leave.
Ruan Langgui
Palace waist pine, night hall deep.
The autumn wind has no silver candle, and the spirit is dark.
Limited body, endless hatred, galaxy sinking.
The tap water flows from west to east, and the ceremony is like a dream.
Ruan Langgui
Outside Xiaoxiang Gate, the moonlight is cold and lonely. If you don't drink red makeup, someone will sneak into the corner.
Wave jade chopsticks, sprinkle pearls, pear blossoms and spring rain. Everyone's heart is broken at the beginning, and there is nothing left.
Ruan Langgui
In the early cold of Hunan, the courtyard was empty, the beautiful scenery blew away and the night was clear.
The dream of hometown is broken, and the soul is lonely, which was removed in an eventful year. There are geese in Hengyang, but there are no geese in Chenyang.
Teasing sequence
Is Jiang having oral sex upstairs? Ling Hua is half fragrant and half dusty. Where was its prosperity in the past?
Who controls the ups and downs of old love and new love?
Teasing sequence
Heartbroken, embroidered curtains, I want to be A Liang Shang Yan. I will meet you day and night, so I won't change my feelings.
Red gauze powder tears know what the limit is, and the last wish will be passed down through the ages.
Teasing sequence
Love, the swallow in the building, the swallow building is empty and spring is late. When the general left, he locked the building with deep resentment.
The spring breeze is too strong for people to see.
Teasing sequence
Lu 'an, the water is clear and shallow, and the lotus is smiling and calling for its companions.
Sadly, the boat was laughing far away at sunset.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
High city looks like fog, but there is no joint. In Xiaowantou outside Sunset Village, only countless willow flowers were sent back to the ship.
Qiongzhi Yushu meets frequently, and only hates being far away from others. I want to send my hatred into the brothel, fight for the ruthless river, and fight for not flowing west.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Peaches are planted and exposed in the sky, not just the number of flowers. Water lingers in the depths of the chaotic mountains, but it's a pity that a picturesque flower blooms for whom.
There is no limit to the slight cold and drizzle, and the spring is difficult to control. What's wrong with being a Shen Zui? I'm afraid I'll break people's intestines when I wake up.
Dianjiangchun
Drunk canoe, letter flow leads to the depths of flowers.
Clouds and waters, thousands of miles of sunset, countless mountains, red as rain, I don't remember when and where to go.
Linjiangxian
Thousands of miles away, Xiaoxiang moved to Lanpu, where the blue was once radial and the moon was clear. The microwave does not move, and the stars are cold.
Alone in danger, I heard about the princess quietly. The new voice contains all the feelings of ancient and modern times. At the end of the song, people disappeared and there were several peaks on the river.
Nangezi
I am in the state of spring, which melts and attracts Guang Xiao. It's easy to go to Wuyang when. I'm afraid I'll make you king in my last life.
I stayed in Qingge for the time being, but I was still very busy because of the rain at dusk. I suddenly went back and cut off people's intestines, leaving Mrs. Lan's son for Gao Tang.
Nangezi
Jade leaks all the way, and silver is faint. I haven't fully woken up from my dream, but I have been urged by the chicken next door and I am afraid of dawn.
The makeup is still on the arm, and the tears are still inside. The lamp by the water is drifting away, and there are three stars in the sky.
Romantic son
The east wind blows green grass, and the years change, visiting the old Cangzhou. Look at the plum blossom spitting out the old English, the willow shaking the new green, annoying the spring scenery, and also in the branches.
The heart is in chaos, the clouds are dark in the north and the water grows in the east. The sun is halfway up the mountain and the smoke is on both sides. There are several flutes and a boat.
Holding hands with Qingmen, the past is like a dream in Yangzhou. Who misses heartbroken, who looks back at the west building, forever.
Sometimes it's all over I can't stop hating it. I'm going to wait for thousands of people to make peace, for fear that others will worry.
Endless desire
Tieweng City is high, Garlic Mountain is wide, and the cloud is twelve stories high.
Qimo Nantou, remember the title of the song, the name of the township is gentle, and the threshold bends over Qingxi, wanting to spend the shade. Who is Lanzhou?
I miss Qin Xian, and I am deeply impressed by Jingfu.
Xiao Jian was ashamed that Pan Diandian and Wu Shuang were getting thicker and thicker. Fortunately, Fei and Yuanyang are not old and should not be sad for autumn.
Biography of rivers
I hate those who make eyes at each other, and I'm also fascinated. I often remember that at that time, a ditty withered in the West Bank, and Yun Song and a shovel were placed on my temple.
Lilac spat with a smile, her voice soft and low. How can I get used to it? If the clouds and rain were not harmonious, they would have been blown away by the east wind, which was boring and harmful to people and ignored the sky.
A clump of flowers
When I saw the teacher tonight, my cheeks were all red with wine. There are half a roll of miniature lamps outside the curtains.
Exposed to the flowers, the smoke from the kitchen chimneys is cool, and the hair is littered, which makes people feel uncomfortable and sings new words with tears.
Ritual, who expected the dragon to be uneven? I feel so sad that I want to dance and sing well.
I'm also interested in autumn scenery. I only drew buildings. At that time, the moon was very bright, and I took pictures in two places.
There is a sweet smell around us.
When Wei Yun was wiping on the mountain, the grass in the sky was fading and the door was broken with the sound of drawing corners. Taxation is suspended.
Talking about * * * leading away from Zun, how much happened in Penglai? Looking back in vain is full of gloom.
When the sun sets, it's 10,000 points outside Western jackdaw, and the water flows around the lonely village.
Enchanting, at this moment, the sachet is hidden, the ribbon is light, and the brothel is lucky.
When can I see you here? There are tears on the sleeves.
At the injury site, the high city looked out and the lights were dim.
There is a sweet smell around us.
Clouds open at dawn, spring follows people's wishes, and showers turn fine.
Dancing is difficult, money falls, swings are outside, and green water bridges are flat.
In the east wind, bamboo doors reflect willows, and Qin Zheng Jr. depresses. It's affection, it's enjoyment. Pearls are green, jade red and empty.
Flowers bloom and fall, cardamom is bitter, ten years of dreams are amazing, and I am lonely in the city.
Jiangchengzi
In the west, the willows come in tender spring, and the tears are hard to collect.
In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.
Young people don't stay for teenagers, but when do they rest? When flying catkins fall from the flowers, as soon as they climb the stairs,
Even the river is full of tears, which are endless and full of sorrow.
Jiangchengzi
Flying from south to north and returning to flood, I met with a sad face.
Farewell, Mo Wen, a leisurely gentleman, infinitely true.
The small trough of spring wine is dripping with red beads, which is unhurried and full of golden bells.
I don't know where after the meeting, the smoke is far and the clouds are heavy.
A butterfly in love with flowers
A glimpse of Shuang Yan dialect at dawn seems like a beauty, and * * * cherishes spring scenery. There are not many sunny days, but there are always restless storms.
There is no question of flowing water, only flying clouds, and Ran Ran will come and go. Holding wine, he advised Yun Yun to stay, and you blocked the way home in spring.
lily magnolia
Autumn is full of old hibiscus gardens, and the frost on the grass is even like a cape. The west building has deep glass, and the wind pressure embroidered curtain is not fragrant.
The county is slim and unintentional, and the tea is red and the golden duck is warm.
Put down the rope
Huayang flies around all day, but it is difficult to stay for a long time. Although the tide is temporary, it has a place to rely on.
Yun Lan, the purple mansion, is the way, and good things return.
Ugly slave
Wake up at night without dreams, worry about listlessness, dew is light and cold, rain hits lotus tears.
Beautiful people say their own things, and it is difficult to fight for thinness. The bright moon passed the twelfth floor for no reason.
Nanxiangzi
Cleverly writing the emblem, the eyes on the headland are blushing, which is suspected to be a glimpse of Song Yu in that year. On the east side, only half of the walls are exposed.
The past is unbearable and miserable. Who remembers that when Cui Dai rose and fell, she said that some things were hateful. Ruthless, heartless and moving.
Zui taoyuan
The sky is blue as water and the eyebrows are on the moon, and the silver at the head of the city leaks late.
The silver candle is dark, the green curtain hangs, and two hearts know each other.
Taoyuan remembers the old man.
Jade building is locked by thin love, who is it on a sunny night? I am ashamed to see the pillow phoenix, and I am bored and naked.
Drawing corners for no reason is an impact on a new dream. You can listen to plum blossoms because of the moonlight frost outside the window.
Huatangchun
The east wind blows the willows long, and the grass sets after the rain. Apricot blossoms scatter fragrance, and sleep damages red makeup.
Pack bricks and smoke to eliminate couples, and draw a screen to lock Xiaoxiang. The dusk is cold, and I think infinitely.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Insects are singing in the autumn pillow, and Luo Wei's tears are wet.
The evil wind turns over the green curtain, and the rain is astringent and snuff is dark. After all, I can't sleep. The crow calls Jinjing cold.
Something good will happen in my dream.
Spring rain adds flowers,
Flowers move mountains in spring. ^
Go deep into the stream,
There are hundreds of orioles. ^
Flying clouds turn dragons and snakes into faces,
Arrogance becomes emptiness. ^
Drunk in the shade of Gu Teng,
I don't know north and south. ^
Jiangchengzi (Part III)
Willow trees in the west city make spring soft. Stay away from troubles. Tears can't be collected. I still remember my feelings. I once went back to the boat for the department. In the days of Bi Ye Zhu Qiao, people disappeared and the water flowed in vain.
Youth is not for teenagers. Hate you. When do you rest? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Being by the river, I can't stop crying and have a lot on my mind.
Queqiaoxian
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight. When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge. If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.