Dream of Jiangnan
When the crows are gone, who does Xiaoli hate? The sudden snow turns over the fragrant pavilion catkins, the gentle breeze blows the plum blossoms in the gall bladder, and the words in my heart have turned to ashes.
Dream Jiangnan
It’s good to be new, and you can sing tiger head lyrics well. There is only a dream in the cold fragrance, very thin and without poetry. The standard will be known early.
Light Yellow Willow
(Yong Willow)
After three sleeps, autumn has arrived. The sun sets under a tree and the cicada swallows more, Zeng Wan and Baling leave. The catkins have been rolled by the wind, and the sky is desolate.
Don’t break long strips lightly, Su Xiaohen and Qian said. All wandering and wandering Taiwanese guests. The red Banqiao is empty, people in splashing skirts are gone, the dawn wind is still waning and the moon is still there.
Dong Xian Song
(Ode to Huang Kui)
If you don’t control the lead and beauty, just look at the Taoist makeup. Ask others if they are coming in. It is lonely and has a light rhyme, which is not suitable for spring. It is reserved and open to late autumn.
The unprovoked light rain damages the sandalwood heart and wrinkles the small palace of Luo Town. Why complain about the desolation, being blown away by the west wind for a few days because of the love of autumn. Don't worry about the scattered flowers and yellow bees. It's better to lean against the setting sun than to lean against the red sleeves.
Bodhisattva Man
The wind and rain are blowing in the wind, and it is more painful to stay away from others. The pillow counts autumn, and the toad sings its string early.
The cold night was frightening, and the tears and lanterns fell. Everywhere is sad, the light dust is in Yuqin.
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The flower slave drum has not stopped to urge the flowers, but when I wake up from the drunkenness, I can see the remaining red dancing. I couldn't bear to cover the rest of my wine glass, and cried several times in the face of the wind.
Look at the pink fragrance and then say goodbye, leaving only the moon at that time. The moon is also different at that time, and the hair on the temples is shining miserably.
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The spring clouds blow away the rain on the Xiang curtain, and the sticky butterflies fly back. People are in the jade tower, the building is high and the wind blows from all sides.
A handful of shredded willow tobacco, a dark-colored cage with mandarin duck tiles. Rest close to Xiaolangan, where the setting sun is infinite.
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The rain just broke through the flowers, and I was speechless with a snap of my fingers. Liang Yan returns from both sides, with long and drooping veins.
The scenery of Xiaoping Mountain is far away, and the makeup is thin and the lead is light. Standing on the Yao ladder alone, wearing gold-threaded shoes through the cold.
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The crystal curtain is a sad white, and the clouds and fragrant mist are far away. Speechless to ask for more clothes, the moon is already in the west.
The west wind blows in the weft, and no one is allowed to sleep in sorrow. Just last autumn, I felt like crying.
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The late morning wind blows away the snow at midnight, and the beautiful soul is still in love with the peach blossom moon. If the dream is good, don't wake it up, let others do what's good for you.
Listen to the painting corner for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. The horses neighed, and the remaining stars flickered the banner.
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I stay in spring because of the haggardness of spring, and the rain comes back in a short while. Cherries are sold in the deep alleys, and they look even more beautiful after the rain.
In the Qinglei Pavilion at dusk, the flowers are wandering. The sound of an oriole disappears, and the east wind expresses the love of March.
(The second sentence in Xiaque is written in Nalan’s handwriting as “endurance***”.)
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I asked you why it is so easy to say goodbye, and how many years can you spend in a year? Reunion month. The willow trees are like silk, the spring in my hometown is over.
You can’t return in spring, two oars are separated by pines and flowers. The old things are driven away by the cold wave, but the hatred of the cuckoo is still lingering
The clouds and pine trees on the temples
The pillow is fragrant, and the flowers are leaking from the path. We met as promised and chatted after dusk. The season is thin and cold, people are sick and drinking wine, shoveling pear blossoms on the ground, thinning in the east wind all night long.
Hide the silver screen and hang green sleeves. Where the flute is played, the tenderness of the pulse is slightly teased. The moon is bright and red cardamom is broken, the moon is like that time, and the people are like that time?
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The temples are filled with pine trees and red jade. In the early months, I was passionate and sent the pear blossom shadow. The half-paid slanting hairpin was careless and untidy, fainted into the light tide, and just woke up in love with the breeze.
The scenery is clear and the people are quiet. Afraid of being spied on, I removed the Qingluan Mirror. The socks are lingering, and the single clothes with a small fan can withstand the cold in front of the stars.
Hundred-Character Order Suhan'er Village
The ruthless wildfire takes advantage of the west wind to burn the grass everywhere. The elm is back in the ice and snow, and the cold on the hair is blowing old. The herding horses neigh, the Zhengjia moves wildly, and they merge into the arms of sorrow. We will definitely know how much weight Yu Lang will lose tonight.
My brain is full of fat and my intestines are full of fat, which is still difficult to bear. This desolate smoke is falling. What's more, after Wen Yuan was haggard, he couldn't regain the style of Jiu Long. Huilefeng is cold, Shoujiang City is far away, and the dream is around the home mountain. There are so many different feelings, but only the clear roar can be heard.
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As long as life can last, it is better not to mess with others and hate them emotionally. Just now we shared a smile with each other, and now it’s time to part ways. The lamps are dimmed, the smoke from the furnace is gone, and I am speechless and empty. One day there was a cold dew, and the fragrant soul secretly picked it up that night.
Afraid of seeing people leaving the building empty, the willow branches are intact, just like the moon in the window. The secret fragrance lives in the depths without distinction, and I regret marrying the orchid lapel. There are still warm sandalwood marks, but still cold green shadows, which add sadness to the mood. Worry often turns into illness. You know who to talk to about this worry.
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The green poplars are flying in the catkins, sighing in the courtyard, where is the return of spring. The dust blows through the streets all day long, but I am lost and sleepwalking back home. Things are going on in the world, life is not what it is, and the sun is setting in my drunken eyes. Sad and afraid to ask, where is the golden drum for the broken soul?
At night, the moonlight is like silver, I am alone in my clothes, and the shadows of flowers are sparse in the window. Who knows the feeling of Maimai? He also said goodbye to an old friend. Counting the fallen flowers carefully, staying awake until late at night, don’t be in a leisurely mood. I heard that there were only parrots in the west corridor.
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(Feelings of the abandoned garden)
The popularity of the film is decreasing rapidly, and the east wind is silent, only urging the wandering. The rouge flowers are exposed on the stone, who consults with the thrush? The jade vase sinks, the purple hairpin covers it, and the sparrow steps on the golden bell rope. Time is like a dream, and I carry the pavilion in search of good dreams.
There is another empty beam filled with gold powder, swallows are nesting in their nests, and a mouthful of fragrant mud falls. I want to write a beautiful note and send it to you, but I feel so sad. When the plums and beans are round, the willow cotton is floating everywhere, and I can’t remember the appointment at that time. The sun is setting slowly, and the broken soul is divided into the remaining corners.
A morning look at Huanghuacheng with some crimson lips
The light of the five nights is cold, and the snow is as flat as the stack. What's the limit of the west wind? I'll put on my clothes and watch.
I feel confused about this and sigh. At what time, the dawn stars are about to disperse, and the geese fly over the sand.
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It’s cool in the small courtyard, and I feel my shirt is thin when I come in late. Don't drink alone, socializing with nothing.
Xiao Temple pities you, and you should leave Xiao Suo. The west wind is strong, the sunset is blowing, and a burst of locust flowers are falling.
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(Yongfenglan)
It is a different kind of fragrance, not to mention the richness and beauty. Ling Bo wants to go away, but he lives in the east wind.
How desolate and sparse is this? I still take it, half a wisp of cold fragrance, the first Xiangjiang rain.
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A kind of eyebrow, the lower string is not as good as the first string. Geng Lang is not old yet, why should he be sad so early?
The plain wall has a slanting glow, and the bamboo shadow balances the window sweep. The empty room was quiet, the crow was about to crow, and I went down to the west building again.
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(Sent to Liang Yaoting in Nanhai)
One hat conquers the dust, leaving you unable to stay and follow you. Where is the sail, Nanpu agarwood rains.
Looking back at the romantic days, I lived near Zizhu Village. Gu Hongyu said that the three lives were promised, but Liang Honglu?
Tea Ping'er
The cherry blossoms are falling along the path of poplar grits, and under the green shade, clear waves and swallows are passing by, and the beautiful scenery forms a Dan Pavilion. The swing is leaning against the back, and the style is just like yesterday.
It’s a pity that spring is always bleak, people are thin, paper kites are windy, and there are so many fragrant notes. Qingluan is gone, who will persuade me to have a drink?
Picking mulberry seeds
The ruins of the Xie family’s courtyard are replaced by new ones, and the swallows are placed in the carved beams. The monthly silver wall, if you don’t distinguish the flowers, how can you distinguish the fragrance?
This feeling has become a memory of its own, with scattered mandarin ducks. The rain has stopped and it’s cool. It was a dream eleven years ago.
Again
Now I realize that I was wrong at that time, and I feel miserable. Red tears are secretly hanging down, and the eyes are full of spring breeze and everything is wrong.
Knowing that there is no plan for the future, I force myself to talk about the happy period. Farewell like this, all the plows and flowers are gone, the moon is back to the west.
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Tongxia has been away from Feiqiong for a long time. Who is the person beside? Whose side are you with? Yuqing can't sleep tonight.
The incense sales are extinguished by the cold lamp, and the autumn is still here. Quietly counting the autumn, but mistakenly expecting it to come to an end.
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Who will translate the Yuefu Desolate Song? The wind is also rustling, the rain is also rustling, and the lights have been exhausted for another night.
I don’t know what is lingering in my arms, I am bored when I wake up, I am bored when I am drunk, I have never reached Xie Qiao in my dreams.
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The cold fragrance lingers all over the red bridge dream, and the dream sleeps on the city. The peach blossoms are on the moon, the rain has stopped and the spring is cold, the swallows are home.
Who can play drums after farewell? Shaohua is ruined, a wisp of tea smoke penetrates the blue gauze.
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The peach blossom died of shame and was grateful to the east wind. The delicate red color blows off and flies into the window to accompany Chao Nong.
Whoever sympathizes with the hard-working Dongyang is thin, but also feels carefree in spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a feeling of tranquility is thick in the cold place.
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Who makes the ice wheel full in the sea and sky, melancholy and alienated. Not to mention separation, but there are always no tears in a good night.
We can only meet again in Biluo, that is in this life. But in this life, I remember you again when I was just feeling sad.
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Even if I turn on the lamp and write on red paper, I am still bored. The jade leak is far away, and the cold flowers in the dream are separated by the jade flute.
A few poles of bamboo are being repaired in the middle of the rain, and the leaves are rustling. Share the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces to Xieqiao.
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Liang Sheng dew Qi Xiang string moist, dark dripping flowers. Who shakes the shadow of the curtain, the wicker on the wind silk.
The dancing Kun mirror box is opened and covered frequently, and the sandalwood powder is in a carefree tone. Tears flowed like a flood in the morning, and the fragrance of the quilt last night made me feel that my dream was far away.
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The native flowers were dyed with Xiang'e Dai, and the tears of lead were difficult to eliminate. Whoever knocks Qingyun, it’s not rhino vertebrae but phoenix qiao.
It should only accompany Duanxi Zi for a long time and cut off the autumn tide. The parrot secretly teaches, and Fang Xiang sees the jade flute in front of him.
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The white clothes are standing on the Zhu Lan, and the cold moon is in the west. A little bit of frost on the temples, will you know whether you are coming home or not?
The geese with broken eyes are still missing, and the ruler elements are still rare. Blindly longing for lovesickness, almost mimicking the old days.
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(Song of Snowflakes on the plug)
It is not about the appearance of lightness, but it is better in cold places. It has no roots and buds, it is not a flower of wealth in the world.
Who can cherish Xie’s mother after saying goodbye and drifting to the end of the world? The cold moon is sad, the west wind is thousands of miles away, and the sea is sandy.
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The bright moon should laugh at me affectionately, and laugh at me now. Disappointing the heart of spring, walking alone and singing alone.
Recently, I am afraid that talking about current affairs will cause trouble. The moon is shallow and the lamp is deep, where can I find the clouds in my dreams?
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(nine days)
Who remembers each other in late autumn, the leaves of the trees are rustling. The country roads are long. Liuqu Pingshan and Mengyao.
Cherish the beautiful scenery during good times, not to climb high. I just feel out of my mind. The southern geese are even more lonely when they return.
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How can I be so lonely at Fangfei Festival and want to talk about my life. It's three o'clock in the night, and a sad song is filled with tears.
It should be noted that autumn leaves and spring flowers are blooming, and the stars on the temples are dotted. When you meet wine, you must pour it out. Don't ask about the name of Long Live the Age.
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The severe frost suddenly rises up, and the frost on the face is empty. The slanted man is hazy. Cold felt curtains are not hot.
The fragrant campground and greenery are surrounded by busy things, looking back to the west wind. Where is the sparse bell, a spike of lanterns seems like a dream.
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(Juyongguan)
In the sound of Yongzhou, there is a strict guard, and horses are climbing up and down, trampling on the yellow dust. What is the date of the postage stamp in the newspaper?
Pedestrians should not talk about the past, the wind and rain, the tombs, and the lonely fish lanterns. The cold moon is horizontal at the top of Tianshou Mountain.
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(Wing Chun Rain)
The tender smoke dyes the goose willows, just like the wind. She seems to be in a state of calmness, but she is so thin due to the cold spring.
The dream of dawn is light and greasy, with a hint of red fat. He spared no effort in growing the vines and ground them to make lichen from the famous incense.
Pipa Fairy Mid-Autumn Festival
The sea is blue every year, I wonder who fills the gaps in the ice wheel? A piece of autumn fragrance was blown, and it was as bright as snow. I look forward to the good days and good nights in my sorrow, but I know that everything will turn into sorrow. Only the shadow is now, it can be compared to the bright moon of the past.
Playing hide-and-seek in the flower path once provoked Xiao Xiaojing’s Wu Ye. Do you remember how lightly I fanned myself and how many times it cooled and heated me? I only end up with all kinds of feelings, always confused and irrelevant to parting. Once the purple jade was ruthless, it was blown apart by the cold night.
The bright moon and the solitary boat in Haidian
A stretch of pavilions and pavilions stand still in the sky. Taking advantage of the west wind, the colorful clothes are dancing. White birds are flying in fright, wild rice leaves are in chaos, and people are talking intermittently.
Danbi refutes the residual autumn night rain. The wind blows away the girl picking water chestnuts. The sound of the windlass has stopped, the crows are about to rise, and there is so much emotion in the mountains.
Merry Man Shooting in the Autumn Suburbs
The grass on the plains is withered, but after the Double Ninth Festival, the yellow-leafed trees are in full bloom. I remember Yule Qingsi, when the flowers were falling, I once picked up greenery and suddenly listened to the flute. Today, the burn marks are all gone, and the frost shadows are red and withered. The autumn water reflects the sky, the cold smoke is like weaving, soap sculptures are flying everywhere, the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.
You must have fun in life, do you know that? It’s easy for your temples to fade. Since I said goodbye to Dongjun, I have been bored in Changdi. Counting the merits and fame, I have won them with this body. I shoot tigers in short clothes and sell wine in the western suburbs. Then he waved his hair against the horse in the shadow of the setting sun.
The Fisherman
When the fishing pole is collected, it shines red, and the autumn wind becomes a hibiscus.
The person is light and the water is misty, blowing into the reed piccolo.
Ru Meng Ling
It is the golden well of the windlass, full of red and cold falling flowers. When they met suddenly, they were confused. Whoever saves, saves. From then on, the pattern of the bamboo mat and the shadow of the lamp were reflected.
Where are the yellow leaves and moss on their way back, where are the scent of pink clothes? The news is so heavy, I miss you a lot tonight. Autumn rain, half of the autumn rain is blown away by the wind.
In the courtyard at dusk in the thin moon, the words are dense, the teaching is drunk and shallow. Do you know the human heart? Old hatred and new love meet. Who will meet? Who will meet? The pillow is red with tears.
The people in the tents and domes are drunk, and the stars are crumbling. Returning to my dream across the Lang River, I was shattered by the sound of the river again. Still sleeping, still sleeping, the solution is tasteless when I wake up.
Meet each other happily
The faint clouds touch the distant peaks, and the coldness is just like the personal thrush at dawn.
Red wax tears, green silk quilt, heavy water, but listen to the west wind with Huang Maoye shop.