Yang Guifei, the fragrant soul scattered under the pear tree, and Chen Yuanli led the troops to escort. Looking at you, I sighed, and my heart was broken. I mourned Ming Di and shed thousands of lonely tears.
Worried about the desert, the waning moon, the early dawn of the stars, the long journey, wading mountain climbing can not see the scenery. Finally, I hope the Palace Hotel is tired from rest, and the cold rain and cold wind will help the tragic situation.
In Jiange, it is the sleepy Tang Emperor, and outside the window, it is a continuous jingle. Busy asked: what's going on outside, Gao Qingzou: the rain in the Woods is ringing under the eaves.
Kings listen to sigh, but heartbroken people listen to heartbroken sounds. The bell is not beautiful and the rain is worrying, and the lovesickness is hard to break. The cold rain sprinkled on the window broke my heart, and the dream of falling dead wood was hard to come true.
Pat, cry from the eaves, cold, frozen from under the quilt. Lonely lamp, slanting at me alone, rainy night, who to talk to.
Since ancient times, Wushan once entered the dream of helping the king, but now it is nothing. You can't dream if you want to dream. Unless, bow shoes are too lazy to step on the dead of night, unless, it is difficult to ban the midnight wind on the sleeves.
Unless, the hotel is depressed and you are bored, unless, the terracotta warriors and horses are afraid of shock. Unless, Fang Qing has resentment in her heart, unless, in her fickle heart, she is not so sincere.
Why did the goddess fall in love with Lop? The lonely king longed for a broken soul. The pillow is cold and cold, and the red account is lying, and the jade is buried in the soil. The rain breaks and the wind bends west and east.
It is expected that in this life, the perfect match will never come. I hope I can get it and follow Yu Rong in the spring. Of course, Fang Qing expects Chang 'e to return to the Moon Palace. In this case, I would rather abandon the mountains and rivers than go west.
If you regret it, the relieving is wrong. If you don't like it, you can follow your brother. On second thought, it's all traitors who mistake the country. It is really wrong to say that concubine Yu is beautiful.
All the armed forces, why hate against you? Shame on me, you can't live alone. Pity you, a wisp of fragrant soul scattered with the wind, alas for me, blood and tears poured down.
The stars are really staring at the danger, and their teeth are tightened. The armed forces were shocked and angry, and the cold light flashed. Sitting in a cold place, hiding my face and crying, I was too sad to speak.
The saddest thing is the annual pear blossom. From now on, seeing pear blossoms is a tragedy. For a while, I killed you hastily, so that I could regret my new feelings and recall my old ones.
No more, too liquid pool to see the lotus side by side, no more, the spectrum of agarwood pavilion is clear and flat. Don't play with the moon again, don't play with the moon again, and wish you a long life in the eternal life hall.
The two of us, whispering in the middle of the night, you also said that loving couples will never change. Today, the words are still ringing in my ears, but I just thought about my feelings several times in the end.
The bells are ringing intermittently and the rain is tight, and the residual lights are half extinguished, such as ice. My heart is full of pimples and my tears turn red. The king is sleepless, sad until dawn, and the official rises to the future.
Author: Liu Weiguang