Qing dynasty:? Nalanxingde
Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?
2. Desolate criminals, Qingyang Lane is in the autumn wind.
Song dynasty:? Jiangkui
Qingyang Lane is deserted by the autumn wind, and the border town is separated by cables. As Ma Si faded away, people returned to their original places, guarding the building and blowing their horns. There are good and evil feelings, and what's more. Like the general's trilogy at that time, wandering in the desert.
Think of the West Lake, the boats are singing and dancing, and enjoy the evening. Are you always there? Think about it now, green withers and red withers. Write a sheep skirt and tie it when the new goose comes. Afraid of being in a hurry, I don't want to send it and miss the appointment.
3. Desolate criminal, wife Narcissus
Song dynasty:? Wu Wenying
The empty river is wide. Dust removal and condensation, carving ice leaves layer by layer. At the water's edge, the trees are shining, the flowers are green, and the tears are wet. The smell of smoke in Hunan is mixed at dusk. -dust socks, Ling Bo half involved. Afraid of the wind, bullying thin bones, and keeping out the cold clothes.
Sister Fan hates jade slaves, and her lips are thin and her makeup is faint and timid. People are the most bitter, with deep scars and heavy worries. Flowers are fragrant, smoky and frosty. Leaning against Yao's platform, twelve money was half-pinched.
4, fishing, building a desolate dusk courtyard
Song dynasty:? Cheng Gai
Covered with a bleak, dusk courtyard, the horn whimpers there. In the curved house with low windows, the wind lanterns are cold, and it is still a cold season. Stop and cut. Years of green smoke in a cage and become dummies every night. Leaning on the bar and worrying. Listening to the sound of phoenix bamboo and the shadow of rhinoceros, cold and light snow are brewing.
Sad, but remember to be young. Plums are in full bloom in the yard. No one has ever seen it. There are thousands of clouds in the dusk. Love is ambiguous. But now I have a good dream. It's unbearable to say. But I remember at the beginning, when I locked the door, it was still one night.