Walking leisurely in the night pavilion, at first sight of Qingming, gradually feeling the injury of spring dusk; Counting the sound of rain and wind, hazy moonlight clouds come and go.
Peach and plum are in the darkness of spring, who is on the swing, whispering and laughing.
Second, Langtaosha
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Can can't stand the cold. I don't know that I am a guest in my dream, and I am greedy all day.
Don't fight alone! Infinite mountains and rivers are easier to see when you are away. The flowing water is gone in spring, and the world is a piece.
Third, meet each other.
Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up!
Fourth, meet each other.
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, the phoenix tree is lonely, and the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
2. Li Yu's poems, butterfly lovers, strolling through the night pavilion, strolling through Qingming, gradually becoming sentimental about spring; The rain stopped and the wind stopped, and the hazy moonlight clouds came and went. Peach and plum are black in spring. Who is whispering in the swing and laughter? There are many hearts, and there is no place to arrange them on earth. The rain outside the sand curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Luo Yi can't stand the cold for five miles. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am insatiable all day. I'm not alone! The vast mountains and rivers are easier to see when it is difficult than when it is not difficult. The flowing water fades and spring comes, and heaven and earth also. It is too hasty to see Lin Huanhua wither in spring, but it is helpless to come in the cold rain and come in the evening breeze.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up! If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, you will go to the West Building alone. The moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. Constant cutting and rational confusion are the feelings of parting, especially the general taste. When is the autumn moon in the young woman's spring flowers? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the countryside in the moonlight was terrible. The carved stone fence and jade should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it. I wonder how sad you can be, just like a river flowing eastward. What is the limit of ecstasy alone! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny.
The past is empty, still like a dream. Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
In the past 40 years, the country has been home, and the mountains and rivers are three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi.
I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time.
The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.
The past of Langtaosha is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.
The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.
I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! It's heartbreaking that qingping music doesn't come to the spring half. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Huanxi yarn turns into a candle, floating like a dream. If you want to find the past and make people sad, God's wish is against your body. The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
After Xie Xinen left Airbus, the painting hall was half-hidden, and Lin Feng was tired at night. The crescent moon in the small building looks back from the fiber.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor? The golden window is sleepy and unintentional. A strong flute woke up graceful.
He is the twelfth brother of the king of Zheng. The east wind blows water and enjoys it in spring. Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream.
Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful? I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk. The wind in Yu Meiren has returned to the yard, and the willow eye continues.
With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over.
Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. Three sets make you sleepless, get dressed and go out.
The autumn moon is cold and bamboo is cold, and the night wind cuts the window. The red sun in Huanxisha is three feet high, and the golden furnace adds fragrance to the beast twice, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles step by step.
Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum. In Lou Yu's evening makeup in spring, bright muscles appear, and moths file in the Spring Hall.
Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress. Who smells better in the wind, drunk.
Don't dye the candles red when you come back, until you step on a horseshoe to clear jathyapple. To make matters worse, the broom and the hairpin, with pink faces, met temporarily among the flowers.
Know what I mean, sympathize with you, you must ask for it. Fragrance is an ear, wax is a tear, like the hearts of two people.
Pillow fatigue, kam cold, sleep more disabled. Bodhisattva, the moon is bright and the fog is light. Just go to Lang's side today! Step by step, step by step, holding golden shoes.
See you in the south bank of the painting hall, always shivering. It's hard for slaves to come out, but you can be merciful.
Penglai courtyard is also closed to the Tiantai girl, and the painting hall sleeps day and night. Cui Yunguang threw the pillow and embroidered clothes smelled strange fragrance.
The hidden beads lock and move, feeling the dream of the silver screen. With a slow smile on his face, he looks forward to it infinitely.
Copper spring rhyme is crisp and powerful, and the new sound is slow and fine. Eyes are black, eyes are flowing.
Rain clouds are deeply embroidered, and when they come, they will be harmonious. The banquet was empty again, and the migrating Yinger Xiaoyue fell down in the dream, speechless and leaning on the pillow.
Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare. The warblers are whispering, the flowers are scattered, and the solitary painting hall is deep in the courtyard.
Red Hugh swept Iraq and left it to the dancers to return. Sauvignon Blanc has clouds, jade has shuttles, shirts are thin and snails are light.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long. I just put on my evening makeup, so I will pay more attention to my heavy sandalwood. Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break.
The sleeves are dark in color, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash. Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing.
It is better to look at the flowers than to wait for the old branches. The light green jade is soft and clear, and the surface of the floating lamp is clear.
Why don't you always smile and ban the garden for the Spring Festival Evening? The drunkard's intention is not wine, but poetry has become an industry.
The backyard flowers are broken, Yushu backyard, Yao grass makeup mirror. Last year's flowers were not old, but they are round again this month.
Impartiality, harmony between the flowers and the moon, and heaven teaches teenagers. (or for Feng Yansi) The fisherman's waves are full of snow, and the peaches and plums are silent.
A pot of wine and a rod of nylon. How many people are there in the world? Another spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are full of Zhu, wine is full of Europe, and you are comfortable in the waves.
There are even more leaking willows, fine spring rains and leaking flowers. Startled the geese, rose from the city, and drew a golden partridge.
The fragrance is thin, the curtain is heavy, and Xie Ting is melancholy. Red candle on the back, embroidered, long dream without knowing.
Willow branches are getting old and ashamed of spring, and the soul feels old everywhere; Thank you, long street seems to know each other, and forced the smoke ear to brush his head. Before Ruan Langgui went to Sangting, he chased Chunhong and Yinghong and danced.
When it rains in Mao Mao, it will open temporarily if you don't put down your eyebrows. The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash.
Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream. Practice makes the deep courtyard quiet, the small courtyard empty and the cold anvil blows intermittently.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. The juggler's hair is messy, his evening makeup is incomplete, and his eyebrows are gone with hatred.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, spring bamboo shoots are tender, for whom to lean on tears? Mulberries were picked late to attack the golden well phoenix tree, and several trees were shocked in autumn. Rain brings new sadness.
A hundred feet of shrimp must be in the jade hook. Joan's window broke through two moths, looking back at the edge, wanting to send scales to swim, and the nine cold waves did not flow back.
Sauvignon Blanc has two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.
Shane Qin Lou didn't see the blowjob girl, so she went to the garden in her spare time. Pink cherry is low and proud.
The east wind bothers me. It makes me feel fragrant. Joan window □ (original lack) Dream of setting sun, how long will you hate those years.
3. The more complete the poem about Li Yu, the better. Li Yu's poems have been collected and lost.
There are forty-four words. Only 38 works can be confirmed.
His veteran said that he had 30 volumes of anthology and 100 essays. Li Yuji 10 is included in Reading in the County Zhai, and Nan Tang 10 is included in History, Art and Literature of Song Dynasty, both of which have been lost.
There are two main characters, 1 Volume South Tang, in Zhi Zhai Shu Lu to solve the problem. At present, there are 34 Li Yu's poems in Mohuazhai (1620) in the forty-eighth year of Wanli in Ming Dynasty, among which Looking at Jiangnan can be divided into two. Shao Changguang recorded another 65,438+0 poems in the post-Qing period, and Wang Guowei supplemented nine poems of the Southern Tang Dynasty in modern times, but there seem to be many problems.
According to the opinions of most modern scholars, only 32 poems can be identified as Li Yu's. In Qing Dynasty, Liu Ji wrote Two Essentials of Southern Tang Dynasty, Tang Guizhang wrote Two Essentials of Southern Tang Dynasty, and Wang Zhongwen wrote Two Essentials of Southern Tang Dynasty.
Zhan Antai's Li Jing Li Words has detailed annotations. For his deeds, see History of the New Five Dynasties, History of the Song Dynasty, Book of Southern Tang Dynasty written by Ma Ling and Lu You, and Chronicle of Two Masters of Southern Tang Dynasty written by Xia.
On September 10, I woke up in the autumn rain, and my mood was hard to calm down. Yellow flowers are cold and not beautiful, and red leaves beat drums.
Back on earth, I can hate vulgarity, and I have not forgotten my affection. Since the sideburns are all white, I'm surprised not to learn from An Ren.
Autumn warbler and residual warbler know nothing about autumn, but they still swim alone through the secluded forest. The old tongue leans its ears in every way, and a little dark yellow enters the smoke stream.
Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground. I don't even want to stay home, which shows China's sadness and sadness.
The onset is that the mountain house is light at the beginning, and the stick towel is brown, which is called leisure. As soon as the stove is turned on, the fire will warm up deeply and a new stream will flow out of the ditch.
For the time being, Peng Juan 'an is rotten. In the end, Zong Yuanwen has no life. Who can be tired of dust, greedy fish and dragons build a strong name.
It is even slower to send Deng Wang's twenty brothers from Xuancheng to take care of Ge. Don't be reluctant to take care of them. The waves invade the sorrow and the light ripples, and the chaotic mountains congeal and hate the color.
What is your passion? I want to go to the west on a dry day. There are many cigarettes and rivers at hand, so there is no need to embrace heavy sadness.
Crossing the Zhongjiang River, seeing Shicheng, Jiangnan Water Town, and crying in Jiangbei Hometown have been my dream for 30 years. Nowadays, Wuyuan Palace is neglected, and Guangling Taidian is desolate.
The clouds are full of sorrow, and the rain hits the boat and tears flow. There are four brothers with 300 mouths. I can't just sit back and think.
Sad songs and beads break the treasure in front of you, and flowers fade away from the world. I didn't hate it in my heart, but I missed.
Jade barnyard grass is still full of medicine, and the incense has been stained with dust. There will be feelings before and after the funeral, and there will be no tears when touching the towel.
Beauty is like a fragrant tree, but the dangerous road is similar. It is sad to practice spring, but it is also bitter and rainy.
Where is the beauty now? It's all gone. Nowhere to ask, the Millennium thanks the east wind.
Mourning poems are hard to take off and lonely. Loneliness in the rain and late autumn leads to an increase in diseases.
Swallow the wind before thinking, blindfolded to kill time. The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home.
Look at the old branches of tung flowers, misty rain on the first floor. Who will be disappointed because of the aperture, and will not feel tearful.
The mountainous city is no longer charming, and the festival is not self-sustaining. There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried.
Plum blossoms are transplanted frequently, and the small bar is bent. * * * worry about the day, and you can't worry.
Clear the way against the wind and irrigate the cold spring by the moon. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the moth eyebrows are incomplete.
Dong Jun knew nothing about the loss of the fireworks master. What's the use of incense? Last year.
Book Ling Yan towel gone with the wind * * * gaunt, lost the beauty of the prime of life. Handkerchiefs can smell the perfume that my wife used to use, and Lin Daiyu's black smoke left a little trace on the handkerchiefs.
The back of Pipa is as sharp as a shoulder, and several tapestries are difficult to play. Sweet days leave phoenix tail, and the rest is the warmth in sandalwood trough.
I feel haggard when I am sick, but depression is good for me. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating.
The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted. What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space?
When you are ill, you are ill, and you are strong and deep, and you are self-sufficient in banquet. The bright moon shines in the secluded place, only to stir up medicine, and only birds come to the secluded courtyard.
The quack is too lazy to obey, and the little girl can't help it. Ask an empty door to know the taste, or trouble will invade.
The custom of celebrating slaves for the people in the Forbidden City is to be ashamed of spring, and wandering around feels old. Thank you. strip seems to know me. I was forced to tap.
The toothpick shaft on the back of the urn is red, and RoyceWong's book is on fire. If you don't lose face, you will get it today.
Morning glory is in Heyang. Hey, Huang Gu's daughter, far away.
Ying Kuang should hate, there are not many butterfly dances. (Falling Flowers) Let the bright moon be in your hand and shake the wind.
("Fan Yong") sick as weak, tired of five years. (hereinafter referred to as "Notes on Pulp Method") It is difficult to cure the disease of aging face, and Xiaodian King's Landing is quite ashamed.
Many dissenting Confucian classics far slightly sneer, static flow Ji Man bitter tour. The temple is white from today, and the chrysanthemums are still yellow last year.
(hereinafter "Han Fu Tan Ming") There will be death through the ages, and there is a plateau in the drunken burial place. Life is less than 100, and I just made a Millennium painting.
The sun shines on the thin fairy clouds, and the autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light. ("The Story of the Sea") When the black light first appeared, the dragon and candle fought for it.
(hereinafter referred to as "Kong Tie") The condensed beads are full of exposed branches. It's time to travel to the west, and the solemn cold is coming.
10% off fan mandarin fish, four fish. Forget it.
Pour a bowl, prolong life, and get a deep reward. When is the spring flower and autumn moon in Yu Meiren, and how much is known about the past.
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward. The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues.
With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over.
Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow. The rain is gurgling outside the sand curtain, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery. Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.
The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality. On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.
I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! In the dark night, the flowers in the forest withered in spring. They were in a hurry, but they had no choice but to come to the cold rain and the evening breeze. Cochineal tears make people drunk, grow up naturally when they are heavy, and hate water.
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow.
You can't sit on an equal footing. The world flows with water, which is a dream.
Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable. If you have nothing to say when you meet each other, go to the west wing alone, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart. One.
4. Ask Li Yu for five poems and enjoy my book. On September 10, Li Yu woke up in the rainy autumn and felt uneasy.
Yellow flowers are cold and not beautiful, and red leaves beat drums. Back on earth, I can hate vulgarity, and I have not forgotten my affection.
Since the sideburns are all white, I'm surprised not to learn from An Ren. Autumn warbler Li Yu's residual warbler knows nothing about autumn, but still swims alone in the secluded forest.
The old tongue leans its ears in every way, and a little dark yellow enters the smoke stream. Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground.
I don't even want to stay home, which shows China's sadness and sadness. It's the wall of the mountain house that gets sick. Li Yushan's first illness was mild, and his cane and towel were brown, which was called leisure.
As soon as the stove is turned on, the fire will warm up deeply and a new stream will flow out of the ditch. For the time being, Peng Juan 'an is rotten. In the end, Zong Yuanwen has no life.
Who can be tired of dust, greedy fish and dragons build a strong name. Li Yu, Yi Chong Shan and Er Chong Shan in Sauvignon Blanc. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan.
Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back. It is even slower to send twenty brothers of Deng Wang to Li Yu and Wei Qing from Xuancheng, Mu Yi. Don't pour any more wine, so cherish it.
The waves invade the sorrow and the light ripples, and the chaotic mountains congeal and hate the color. What is your passion? I want to go to the west on a dry day.
There are many cigarettes and rivers at hand, so there is no need to embrace heavy sadness. Crossing the Zhongjiang River and looking at Shicheng, Li Yu shed tears in his hometown of Jiangnan and Jiangbei. He had a dream for 30 years.
Nowadays, Wuyuan Palace is neglected, and Guangling Taidian is desolate. The clouds are full of sorrow, and the rain hits the boat and tears flow.
There are four brothers with 300 mouths. I can't just sit back and think. Elegy Li Yuzhu shattered the treasure in front of her eyes, and the flowers withered in spring.
I didn't hate it in my heart, but I missed. Jade barnyard grass is still full of medicine, and the incense has been stained with dust.
There will be feelings before and after the funeral, and there will be no tears when touching the towel. Beauty is like a fragrant tree, but the dangerous road is similar.
It is sad to practice spring, but it is also bitter and rainy. Where is the beauty now? It's all gone.
Nowhere to ask, the Millennium thanks the east wind. Li's mourning poem can't get rid of it. He is lonely and sad.
Loneliness in the rain and late autumn leads to an increase in diseases. Swallow the wind before thinking, blinding time.
The empty king will miss me, and the poor son is left at home. Poor Li Yu, see the old branches of tung flowers again. The first floor is foggy and rainy.
Who will be disappointed because of the aperture, and will not feel tearful. The mountainous city is no longer charming, and the festival is not self-sustaining.
There was an old smoky moon that year, and the moths in Furong City cried. Li Yu, plum blossom, diligent relocation, small bar edge music.
* * * worry about the day, and you can't worry. Clear the way against the wind and irrigate the cold spring by the moon.
Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the moth eyebrows are incomplete. Dong Jun knew nothing about the loss of the fireworks master.
What's the use of incense? Last year. Book spirit feast towel Li Yu floating * * * haggard, lost ChanJuan in prime of life.
Handkerchiefs can smell the perfume that my wife used to use, and Lin Daiyu's black smoke left a little trace on the handkerchiefs. The back of Pipa Xing is like a shoulder-cut, and several tapestries are hard to beat.
Sweet days leave phoenix tail, and the rest is the warmth in sandalwood trough. In the illness, I feel that Li Yu has been haggard for many years and is depressed and self-injured.
The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain is suffocating. The night tripod is only an antidote, and the moustache is half frosted.
What is the frontier like? Who will ask the king of space? In his illness, Li Yu's illness was powerful and profound. He sat at the banquet thinking about himself.
The bright moon shines in the secluded place, only to stir up medicine, and only birds come to the secluded courtyard. The quack is too lazy to obey, and the little girl can't help it.
Ask an empty door to know the taste, or trouble will invade. Li Yu, who gave gifts to the imperial secretary to celebrate his slaves, was old and shy, and felt lost everywhere.
Thank you. strip seems to know me. I was forced to tap. Li Yu's toothpick was red on the axis behind the inscription on the Golden Pagoda, and RoyceWong's book was set on fire.
If you don't lose face, you will get it today. Li Yu's morning glory is in Heyang.
Hey, Huang Gu's daughter, far away. Ying Kuang should hate, there are not many butterfly dances.
(Falling Flowers) Let the bright moon be in your hand and shake the wind. ("Fan Yong") sick as weak, tired of five years.
(hereinafter referred to as "Notes on Pulp Method") It is difficult to cure the disease of aging face, and Xiaodian King's Landing is quite ashamed. Many dissenting Confucian classics far slightly sneer, static flow Ji Man bitter tour.
The temple is white from today, and the chrysanthemums are still yellow last year. (hereinafter "Han Fu Tan Ming") There will be death through the ages, and there is a plateau in the drunken burial place.
Life is less than 100, and I just made a Millennium painting. The sun shines on the thin fairy clouds, and the autumn is crisp and the sky is high and the clouds are light.
("The Story of the Sea") When the black light first appeared, the dragon and candle fought for it. (hereinafter referred to as "Kong Tie") The condensed beads are full of exposed branches.
It's time to travel to the west, and the solemn cold is coming. 10% off fan mandarin fish, four fish.
Forget it. Pour a bowl, prolong life, and get a deep reward.
When is the autumn moon in Chris Lee, Yu Meiren, and how many people know its past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
The wind returns to the yard, and the willow eyes are spring. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
The rain outside the Liyu curtain in Langtaosha is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone. The past is only sad, and it is difficult to arrange the scenery.
Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind. The bead curtain is idle. Who comes all day long? Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality.
On a cool night, the moonlight blooms. I want to see the shadow of the jade palace and the pool, and the sky shines on Qinhuai! In the dark night, Li Yulin thanked Chunhong, and she was also anxious, but there was a cold rain and a night breeze.
Cochineal tears make people drunk, grow up naturally when they are heavy, and hate water. It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled.
Candle residual leakage off-frequency pillow. You can't sit on an equal footing.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
I met Yu without saying a word and went to the west wing alone. The moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the deep courtyard in the clear autumn. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
Li Yu has just put on her evening makeup, so please pay attention. Show people a lilac, sing a clear song, and temporarily lead the cherry to break.
The sleeves are dark in color, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash. Embroidered bed leans on jiao without that, chewing red velvet and laughing.
Li Yu, a qingping musician, was heartbroken when he didn't come in the spring. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full.
Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Li Yu Huanxisha's red sun is three feet high, the golden furnace adds fragrance to the beast, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with the step. Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.
I turned to a candle and went back to my dream. I want to find the past and make people sad, but God's wish is contrary to my body. The moon pool is empty and the pavilions are shaded by flowers, so you will not hesitate to take more clothes when you board the ship.
Bodhisattva Yuhua bright moon is foggy, I'm going to Lang's place today! Step by step, step by step, holding golden shoes. See you in the south bank of the painting hall, always shivering.
It is difficult to be a slave.