Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.
Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.
Pick mulberry seeds
Xia Tong hasn't flown over Joan for a long time. Who else? Who is there? Jade Qing went to bed tonight.
The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet. Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter.
Pick mulberry seeds
Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.
Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.
Pick mulberry seeds
Turn on the light, the book is red, but it's still boring. Jade leaks all the way, and cold flowers separate Yu Di in the dream.
It rained in the middle of the night and the leaves rustled. In the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces versus Xie Qiao.
Biography of rivers
Shallow spring, red resentment. Cover with a double ring and draw leisurely between raindrops. Without words, the darkness will burst into tears. Decline, fragrance sells dreams.
Thinking about the past by leaning on the screen is nothing, just a lovesickness. Remember that time, the court was full of weeping willows, Hua Hudie.
Jin people show off lotus flowers in Ye Jing Temple and make friends with their grandchildren.
The lotus wind is light, the lotus is cold, the rainbow is broken, the window is red, and the curtain hook is first released. The fields are covered with green, and fish are floating in the sunset. At this time, the painting pavilion hangs on the sheep's nest and sleeps and combs her hair.
That old path, that road, is heavy and full of sadness everywhere. I want to swim on Lake Furong. The red dress is messy, lying and watching the peach leaves send to Lanzhou. The afternoon wind blew down the dream of Jiangnan, which was full of dragons.
Meng Jiangnan
I'm so new here. I'm talking like a tiger. A piece of Leng Xiang is only a dream, very thin and poetic. The standard situation has long been known.
The south tower makes the Great Wall heavy.
Ancient wood is autumn to people, and the shock is strong. It's double ninth festival, so where can you worry? I remember the melancholy thing that year. When it was stormy, I went down to the south building.
How many dreams can you have? Sweet souls will cry. It's strange that cicadas are cold and empty. When I was in first frost, I couldn't sleep, but I wanted to come up with an old romance.
Endless desire
Ride on the mountain, ride on the water, and have a thousand lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
well
Ten thousand accounts are drunk, and the stars are teetering. Dreams are separated by the Wolf River and broken by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up is boring.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up when you have a good dream, so that he can benefit.
Listen to the corners for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. Marseille hissed and the remnant stars waved the flag.
jujube
The wind blows and the rain blows. No wonder spring worries are supplemented in detail. I don't remember clearly. Doubt was a dream, and the dream came with a heavy curtain.
Linjiangxian
Silk rain, like clouds, dust and water, broke the Wu Palace. Flowers are cold and warm to avoid the east wind, cold and pity are easy to disperse, and swallows learn to cuddle red.
People say that illness will decrease with the month, but it is actually the same as spring. You can leave butterflies and flowers, but you won't be Shuang Meng.