The sound of autumn is slow. The deep alley of yellow flowers, with red leaves and low windows, is a bleak autumn sound. Beans rain, with wind in the middle. It's twenty-five o'clock, and it's louder when the door is closed and unlocked. An old friend is far away, so who shakes the Yu Pei and rings the bell at the bottom of the eaves?
The sound of colorful horns blows the moon and falls, and gradually the horses move, making four noises. Blinking adjacent lights, there is still anvil sound in front of the lights. Know that he complained of sorrow until dawn, and how many whispers he made! If you haven't filed a complaint, give half and part to the wild goose.
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In Yun Lan, there is a dawn in the cage, and Yushu hangs in the autumn, mixed with golden pheasants and summer branches. People start to shine, and the cold powder millet is forbidden to give birth to muscles. The fragrance is nowhere, and gradually Leng Xiang, the wind dew into Fei. Embroidered wormwood exhibition, afraid of empty steps falling, turning into fireflies.
The thirty-sixth house is full of worries. Ask who holds the gold cup and moves with the moon. Lock the west compartment, and you can carry it with your hands. Qiu Lai's temples are full of flowers, but his black gauze and drunken embossing are low. Is shaking down, sigh stay for a long time, guest did not return.
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Wine market and fishing countryside, the west wind is better than spring. Su Chun went to the village villa last year, visited Huang Yun, and returned to Xichou. When I go to Fengchi, I believe that Wu people have their points, so I borrow and stay late.
it should be Xiangshan's dream, and it should be fragrant and chanting, and it should be returned to Suzhou. Green temples and rivers, full of chitose romantic. Waist royal fairy flower bottom, lining the moon, golden millet floating. The night banquet is long, and the autumn clouds are covered and the painting floor is flat.
4, "The Sound is Slow" (Song Dynasty) Wang Yisun
The cold family is empty and white, and Qian Shan is in solitary light. Jade shadows are empty, and the sky is dark and fragrant. I've had a lot of fun in my life. I remember that year and I was alone in bed. I don't know, it's a change of age, and it hurts everywhere.
the south tower is broken, and the flowers are sparse and the moon is pale, which is only bleak. Cold rain and oblique wind, not to mention covering the west window alone. An old friend at the end of the world is always old, longing for love and facing each other all night. Break the dream far away, take advantage of the sound of autumn and cross the river.
Pinyin Edition
5. The Sound is Slow (Song Dynasty) Wang Yisun
greeted the door with a high bun and leaned against the fan to say nothing, but his graceful demeanour did not count Xizhou. Gently brush the lead, and the spring breeze ends in February. Meet beautiful makeup and handsome words, have an old home and a romantic life in Beijing and Luoyang. Heartbroken sentences, trying to draw crayons again, and worrying about leisure.
I still remember that Ling Bo wanted to go, and asked who to keep her socks for. I missed my dreams and went boating in Nanpu several times. Don't say goodbye to the jade and dance, for fear of starting again. Melancholy, holding the pipa, idle this autumn.