The red lotus root fragrance in autumn can be used as a Hosta, so I can untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation. Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
Spring has come in Nagato, with green grass.
When spring came to Nagato, the spring grass was green, and some red plums were broken, but they didn't bloom evenly. Take out the buttered tea in the cage, and the broken jade is crystal clear. I want to keep the morning dream, take a sip and surprise a cup of spring.
Many doors are set off one by one, and the sparse curtains reveal faint shadows. What a beautiful night. For the third time in two years, I am worthy. Come back and say that I want to have a good taste of the warm spring.
Memory forest
Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk.
Fragrant leaves wine, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.
Dolly Xiao Lou Han
The small building is cold and the night curtain is low. Hate rustling, heartless wind and rain, rubbing Qiongji at night. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, Xu Niang gives fragrance, and Mojiang doesn't write novels. Take a closer look, Qu Ling, the charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance is clear and refreshing, and it is not reduced.
Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. It seems to be sad, Gao Han is relieved, it seems to be tears and a poem. There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and graceful. I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Be kind. Why do you have to remember, Zepan Dongli?
Good things are near, and the wind will set the flowers deep.
The wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red snow outside the curtain. I remember that after the flowering of begonia, it was the spring season.
The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.
Like a dream, like a dream, last night's rain suddenly dispersed the wind.
Like a dream, I often think of the sunset in the pavilion.
I often think of the sunset in Xiting, but I don't know my way home. I long to return to the boat at night and wander in the depths of the lotus. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.
Slow voice, search and search.
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!
Wulingchun, the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out.
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the ship can't carry much worry.
Drunk shadows, fog, clouds and eternal sadness
Summer quatrains
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.