Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Cijiang chengzi
There are endless thoughts on the horizon.
When they met, they hurried by.
Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty.
Ask Yu Dongfeng so much? Spring has come, who are you with?
Sui dike dissolves in water in March.
Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.
Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.
I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong.
Ci Jiang cheng zi San
Phoenix Mountain has cleared up after the rain.
The water is clear and the setting sun is bright.
A lotus flower is still blooming.
Where did the double egrets fly?
If you are interested, Mu Pingting.
Suddenly I heard a sadness and joy on the river.
Bitter and affectionate, who will listen?
Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement.
If you want to find it at the end of the song,
You can count the peaks if you don't see anyone.
Ci man Jiang hong
The clear shadow flows east, and the eyes are broken and the sails are extinguished. Official travel, green hills and white waves, thousands of folds. It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed. Hate this life, drift away, add to China. It's a deep regret that this life always passes with you in a hurry, and this helpless feeling can't help but make me white-haired. Infinite things, from the beginning. You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years. The old marks on the clothes are full of bitter tears, and the smile between the eyebrows adds yellow. On the day of reunion, I will go swimming in the pool with you and look for traces of spring like falling snow.
The word Xijiangyue
It's a big dream in the world, and the autumn is crisp. At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples. The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly.
Cilinjiang county
Many sick people are so thin and tired that they can't bear to wear a gold belt. Looking at the faint fragrance floating from the bottom of the lake. The wind and spring make sleeves, and the moonlight smells the flute. Wake up from a drunken dream, never forget it, and hide in bed. Beauty can't see Dong Jiaorao. I wandered around last month and spent a miserable night.
Cijiang chengzi
Song of Hua Lian
There is no wind rustling. Lonely garden, willow and old cherry. The setting sun is still sitting deeply. The mountains are a little green and the clouds are a little broken. At the end of the road, the river goes back a thousand times. Berthing in the fishing village, the moon is dark and windy, and it is unbearable to be lonely. Enlighten Chu with flying souls. I miss you. You miss me.