-Yan Rui
I don't like dust, but I seem to be mistaken by the frontier.
When flowers bloom and fall,
Always depends on the eastern monarch.
If you go, you have to go and live!
If you have a mountain flower in your head,
Mo Wen's slave house.
Let's play another Zhou Zizhi song, which is also very good.
Love is like a gossamer, and people are like flying catkins. Tears are assessed as empty. A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou.
Wild geese cross the setting sun, and the grass is misty. There are countless worries now. In the Ming dynasty, don't think about how to spend tonight.
Arima
I am a lotus girl,
Tears welled up in my heart.
If you see lotus tears,
Do you know how bitter lotus is?
I am a lotus girl,
Just use your heart.
Tonight, song for you,
Every sentence is a sad song.
I am a lotus girl,
Dancing for you day and night.
See how many things there are in the world?
My only friends are me and you.
I am a lotus girl,
In my dream, you and I are a poet.
I hope there are lovers in the world,
Get married one day.
I am a lotus girl,
Please remember all of my heart.
A few days ago, the lotus was in full bloom.
Flowers bring my blessing.
Beautiful women are always stupid, worthy of sympathy and not cheap.
Just because I can do everything in the world, I am full of leisure troubles.
The flowers are fading, the grass is resting, the scenery in the hotel is beautiful, and some seasons have passed.
At dusk in the yard, people remember to say goodbye and tears turn into red blood.
Looking from a distance, the mountains and rivers are divided into Chu and Yue, and the eyes are broken.
The dream is broken and the heart is broken, and the horn blows the plum blossom month.
"Think you make old, time and tide wait for no man.
Give up diaosi, don't go back, and try to increase your appetite. "
well
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine.
Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there.
Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Dianjiangchun
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Huanxisha
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.
The distant mountains urge dusk, and the breeze blows the rain and hits the shadow lightly. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Huanxisha
The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of hookah, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers.
Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.
Huanxisha
The bun hurts the spring and combs more, and the evening wind falls to the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon.
Jade duck smoked the brain, Zhu Ying covered the tassel, and rhinoceros also relieved the cold.
Complain about one's feelings
At night, God's mouth removes makeup late, and the plum calyx sticks. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return.
People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp.
The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples.
Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear.