Old love is like a dream, and it is natural to be heartbroken. Why is it autumn?
Don't hate the fleeting time, hate the residual butterfly powder.
I always have to get drunk and sleep in my leisure time, for fear of waking up, I still get into the bottle.
It's better not to think about the past and watch the sunset with a red pillow.
Things in the world are as melancholy as they are, and the old tour in Hengtang, Mo Wen.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.
Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter.
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of 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.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind.
Gambling books were so fragrant that it was just unusual at that time.
[Edit this paragraph] Nalan Xingde's Works Collection
The Complete Works of Nalan Xingde's Drinking Water Ci
Dreamed of the south bank
Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the plum bottles. Heart words have turned gray.
jujube
Surprised and leaked, keep the spring sleep. Especially charming, careless, only self-pity. The message is that it will be a beautiful day, and the green window will have strings.
Yiwangsun
The west wind blew bananas all night. Tired eyes endure loneliness after autumn? Force the mood to make muddy mash. Read Li Sao. Sorrow is like the tide of Xiangjiang River day and night.
Jade chain shadow
(According to this tuning rule, it is not loaded, or it is also self-tuning.)
Where is it? It rained several times in Mao Mao in Xiao Ye. Wet eaves flowers, people at the bottom of flowers are speechless, Yanping Mountain, jade furnace is cold. Who saw his eyebrows sad and tired.
Complain about one's feelings
Who is the companion of the cold embroidered quilt? Yixiang. Get up in spring and comb your hair in the setting sun. If you want to write two eyebrows, have a rest. Full of green, a distant mountain. Modern building
well
It's a golden well of pulleys, full of bricks and stones, red and cold. Suddenly, when we met, it was hard to be sure. Who saved it? Who saved it? Since then, I have been tattooed with light and shadow.
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In the courtyard at dusk, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow. Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears.
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Konoha has gone home. Where does the waning moon wind go? The news is half gone with the wind, and I feel homesick tonight. Autumn rain, autumn rain. The west wind blew away half.
Endless desire
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of 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.
Meet Huan
Wei Yun touched a distant mountain, cold and soluble, just like a personal thrush.
Red wax tears, blue silk quilt, heavy water, but listening to the west wind in Huang Mao wild shop.
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Falling flowers are like a dream, sad and confused; The red sun set to the west of the building, and the room was filled with the smell of musk deer.
Infinite sadness makes the face of the boudoir thin, but no one knows her sadness. Play with the parrot at leisure and teach it to recite my lover's poems to me.
Zhao junfen
Who cherishes good spring and deep prohibition? Yao's footsteps stood at dusk. The sound of orchestral strings in other hospitals is unclear.
Another pear flower to thank, embroidering the cold spring tonight. Silence locks the door of Zhu, and dreams are kind.
Jiuquan baby
Thank you, but the moon is as bright as water. The smell of the seal is gone, but I still didn't sleep, and the crow crowed early.
The gentle and cold gangster had a thin coat and had to rest and dry his horns. The most worrying thing is that the lights are almost off and the geese are still flying.
Shengchazi
Dongfeng is puzzled and steals Hunan skirts. I carried the sarong all night, and I drew a slim waist.
Ruo water sinks smoke, dew drops Yuanyang tile. The flower bones are cold and fragrant, and the cherry blossoms stand.
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The short flame picks up the residual flowers, and the night is long and silent. Tired of dancing, I smell the chicken, but I feel wet.
Tianshui encounters ghosts, and the corner is southwest and white. If you want to cross Huanhuaxi, you can't dream far away.
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How much do you know about the blue sky when you are worried about clouds? Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia.
It's different every time, so you have to distinguish words. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain.
Pink lips (chanting orchids)
There is a different kind of fragrance, and there is no place to wash it. Ling Bo is going to live for the east wind.
How can you resist autumn if you are so miserable? Also stay, Leng Xiang half wisp, Xiangjiang rain first.
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A moth's eyebrow, the lower chord is not as good as the upper chord. Why is Geng Lang sad before he is old?
The plain wall shines obliquely, and the bamboo shadow sweeps the window. The empty room was silent, the crow was about to break dawn, and I went down to the west building again.
Zaizai (Huang Zaowang)
The night light is cold, and the snow is flat on the pile. What is the limit of the west wind? Look at it with clothes on.
I'm confused about this. I don't feel like I've grown up. When Dan, the little stars want to disperse and fly to Pingsha geese.
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It's cool in the yard and I feel thin when I'm late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain.
Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls.
Huanxisha
Rainy days are full of cold worries, how can we return to the apricot blossom line? Last year, the barrel was high and light.
If you mess up the stove smoke, the sleeves will be purple and the wine will faint. Where in the world to ask affection.
Huanxisha
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
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Seeing Haitang in Shi Feng Garden in the western suburbs, I was deeply impressed by the memory of Xiang and Yan.
Who is not poor, the old season is beautiful, and heartbroken people have gone through the years.
Only a faint red color rains, and the evening breeze blows away the clouds at the temples. Before sunset, the soul was gone.
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If you want to ask how thin Jiang Mei is, you can only see the damaged silk skirt, and the musk deer is precious.
Can endure cold and lean on bamboo for a long time, and then teach Chun not to open the door. Loquat flower is a scholar in school.
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Half a ray of sunshine shines obliquely on the small building, and the bamboo curtain obliquely controls the soft gold hook. You can't rest assured by leaning on the bar.
There is an Yingying riding a horse, with elegant makeup and romantic clothes. See people shy but turn back.
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Can draw emblem cold screen. Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month.
I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak.
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Slightly dizzy and wet, lightly reflecting the sorrow of life, the dream is suspected in the distant mountain building.
The waning moon peeps at the golden bow, and the soft wind swings the jade curtain hook. Listen to the neighbors tell her to comb her hair.
Ni (Beigukou)
Thousands of willows send horseshoes, and old geese fly south in the north. Who among the guests will change into spring clothes?
At the end of my life, I return to the sunset, and I dream of wandering in a spring. I just said goodbye to you for a long time.
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Walking towards the bank of Yunshan, the north wind blows the hiss of falling horses, and the late autumn is far away.
At dusk, a touch of smoke keeps the base, and the half pole is partial to the old city. When will ancient and modern grievances be settled?
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/kloc-for 0/8 years, I have fallen into the world, blowing flowers, chewing my heart and making ice strings. Who can send sentimental feelings?
The purple jade hairpin has an oblique lamp shadow, and the red cotton powder is cold on the pillow. See the benefits but be silent.
Once again (send Yan Sunyou)
By the Oudang Bridge, we made an appointment, and Dorothy went to Wuhu East. The pen bed and tea stove are too leisurely.
There is short-walled ginkgo rain, which is also a high-profile magnolia wind. Thrush painting hibiscus freely.
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If you want to worry about wild geese, the west wind will make the wine worse. Yellow flower season, the sky is blue.
The ancient garrison was misty, and the sunset red village was relieved. I don't know how many people have fought.
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The fallen leaves are full of ice, and the setting sun still shines on the low pavilion. I lost my title when I went to the abandoned temple.
Inscription on the monument in Kyle, the resident, cockfighting with Buddha's headlights. When will the world wake up?
Double-sky sedan chair
Ding poured more wine, and the wind before the willow was broken. If you ask about the mood of enjoying flowers, it seems to be the same day, how can it be?
Don't be thin for the west wind, you will often scratch your head. It has been arranged since ancient times.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The foggy window is cold to the far sky, and it is cold to the window at dusk. Flowers fall, crows cry, crows fall.
Sleeves are thin and thin, with thin shadows hanging down the sleeves. The wind is a little red, and it's windy in HongLing.
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The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze.
Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.
Once again (early spring)
Han Xiao is thin in the southwest month, but Tintin lacks the fragrance of an arrow. Spring is very suitable, and the east wind is right and wrong.
The soul of Shu is ashamed to look at the shadow, and the jade shines red and cold. Who sings the flowers in the back garden and remembers his hometown in the new year?
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Huang Yunzi raced three thousand miles, and the female wall was raven. The sunset is cold, and the horses are still hunting.
There is no sound, and it is dark at night. Qiu Meng didn't come home, and the residual lamp was smashed to pieces.
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Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.
A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.
Subtract Mulan (New Moon)
I don't want to wear makeup at night, but draw my eyebrows in the mirror. Be sure to stay awake, rain and smoke are invincible.
Don't teach the stars to take place, stay together. This night, the red chamber is as sad as heaven and earth.
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Candles swaying, cold and sparse, just want to wake up. Don't sleep alone without thinking about it.
The sky is blue and there is an appointment between heaven and earth. It is difficult for a silver-haired man to communicate with a China man, but he is willing to endure the wind and rain.
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There is nothing to say when we meet, and a hibiscus leads the autumn rain. A little dizzy red tide, a crooked heart only phoenix.
Wait for the low voice, for fear that people will see it. To complain, turn around and knock on the jade hairpin.
Operator (Liu Xin)
Liu Xin's figure is delicate, and delicate willow branches can't hang down like delicate women, so how can they stand the spring dance? The spring breeze in February took more than a year to blow the willow branches yellow.
The same weeping willows, in the west bank of the sunset, hazy misty rain, but more love. The small Liu Yin Gate of Qiantang River is full of foliage and hazy, which makes people think.
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.
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Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.
I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?
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If you don't care about your appearance, a cold place is better. Don't have a bud, it is not a rich flower in the world.
Who can cherish Xie Niang and wander the world after leaving? The cold moon is sad, and the west wind is boundless in Wan Li.
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Peach blossom is ashamed to die heartlessly, and grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red and fly into the window with regret.
Who pities Dongyang's hard work and thinness is also careless about spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a cold feeling.
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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.
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Xie Gu compound is more disabled, and Yan Su carved beams. On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers?
This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago.
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Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't do this. It's all over and the moon has gone west.
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The bright moon is passionate about Ying Xiao Wo, laughing at me now, lonely, wandering alone, singing alone.
I dare not say what happened at that time recently. It was all blue-collar. The moon is shallow and the lights are deep. Where did you find the clouds in your dreams?
within walking distance
It's windy outside the curtains. It's the season in Han Xiao. There is only half of autumn left, and the moon gradually fades through the curtains.
Fighting teaches tears not to freeze, and the benefits are lighter. The plan is to put the injury aside and wait for Han Xiao.
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Where is the way home, it is clear that there is residual water in the mountains. It's cold all spring, until wheat and autumn weather.
It is expected that the flowers will be reissued every other year, so don't ask before the flowers. Even if the east wind is still there, I am afraid of beauty.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Smoke is light and rain is light, which is ugly. A broken rainbow hangs on the tree, which is also the afterglow of chaotic mountains.
Eyes are high, the journey is broken, and the clouds are thousands of miles away. The river goes east day and night, and the brocade book should be entrusted to Pisces.
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Clear butterfly dream, upside down pity Yao Feng. It is a feeling to fade powder and receive fragrance. Hosta stole * * * building.
Who passed on the moth in Autumn Water? Lotus seeds are still hidden in the fog, while rhombic flowers steal waves.
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If you can't worry, you can't live in autumn. Six songs Pingshan deep courtyard, ups and downs every day.
At the beginning of the rain and the fragrance of chrysanthemum, people say that this day is Chongyang. Looking back at the cool clouds and twilight leaves, I think infinitely at dusk.
Once again (recalling Fen Liang)
Listening to the rain at night will give you a feeling of autumn. Around the building, people are silent, and dreams turn to sorrow.
Qian Shan Wanshui, I can't remember where you are tired. Do you know the little window red candle? According to some people, this night is bleak.
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Sai Hong has left. When will the brocade be delivered? I remember holding back my tears in front of the lamp, but I asked if the Ming Dynasty was okay.
If it doesn't take a few degrees, the leaves will pile up. A Han Xiao dream, bleak, because of who?
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Lovers braved the wind and rain to date, because they sneaked out, so they often couldn't keep the appointment. She leaned over and looked at the moon, the moon, the whisper, and the smell of her body.
The soft wind blows through the window screen, and the heart is separated from the horizon. From then on, in the late spring, when the spring comes and the sun sets, she is the only one who misses it leisurely.
Another (eclipse on a moonlit night)
Hua Yao reflected the que, baking with snowflakes. This is the first season of reunion.
Shadow moths suddenly unfolded their early strings and lent them to Gong Lian. Seven treasures build walls, and the wheel is in the middle of the year.
Qin Yi goose
The mountains overlap and the cliff is suspected of cracking. The sky is suspected of cracking, the inscription is broken, and the ancient moss is gnawing.
The wind howled, the gold and iron sounded, and the dragon cave at the bottom of the depressed pool was gloomy. Longdong is full of eyes, and the old moon is bright.
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The depth of spring, a trembling blue like a cape. Green as the sun, egrets standing, smoke far away.
Blow away Xie Dongfeng's tiredness, and peaches and plums turn red. Beauty changes, rabbit sunflower oats, meet again.
Ruan Langgui
It's windy and drizzling, and the curtains hang. A few songs of Pingshan, in Liu's place, are all leisurely.
New green density, disorderly red thin. The milk warbler cried in her dying days. Spring cold wants to embroider gold clothes, and the fallen flower lang has not returned.
Huatangchun
Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?
Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.
Those charming eyes
Alone in the cold spring, I cover the night rain, and I cry for clothes. Yu Di dreams, Jin Chai paints a shadow, and regrets it.
Carving a red candle has treated each other, and the past is always vague. Expect resentment, teach in the middle of the month, and urge it back at the end of the flower.
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Look at the stars in the blue sea again, but laugh and cry. More or less unusual, bright moon and cool breeze, tonight is better.
Take a break from the cage and write idle words with crayons. The street drum has been drummed three times. The tobacco is curled up, the light is slightly exposed, and the flowers are blooming in spring.
You (Yongmei)
Don't compare Qionghua to even makeup, even makeup is like a white dress. Another quiet, natural standard, Mo Near East Wall.
Jade bone, ice muscle, talent desolate. Poor night, cold smoke and bright moon, thin shadow through the window.
Spread happy sand.
Moss grows in the forest, and it cherishes the dust of jade bone Municipal Committee. There is nowhere to say before the wind, and the number is crying.
Half-life duckweed died with water, and a cold rain buried famous flowers overnight. The soul is like a willow sponge blown to pieces, surrounding the world.
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I want to talk, my dream is over, and I meet Chunshan in the mirror. Fang regretted being too careless in the past and took a casual look.
Pei Huan should only return to the moon. What's the point of sending her to this world? How many drops of residual red wax tears, when will it dry?
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On the weeping willows and the red bridge in Yili, dancing with the wind. Who do you want to leave the pomegranate leaves?
That is, when love falls on the moon, it should only send oblique light without company. I hope to talk to you with the power of Dongfeng, but Dongfeng, try to blow.
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Last night, the fragrance was especially good, the weather was warm, the birch candles were reddish and soft, and the swallows hung down.
I laughed at myself several times because I was worried, but I was full of tears when I was happy. Lotus and lotus are crystal clear, don't worry.
Blue wet (mourning)
There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.
I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.
But not to me.
The red patches are muddy as fog, so you have to find the way to Taoyuan without teaching. The fragrant path is cold at night, and the moon is where flowers fly.
The rose shadow is dark and empty, and Ren Bi's light shirt is lingering. The early crow flies over the swing.
Too many citations (self-titled photos)
The west wind blew suddenly, and the cold wind blew hard, which scared the geese from moving to camp. Thousands of miles away, don't look back at the roadside pavilion.
Infinite mountain, infinite past, a lonely case. Try to awaken the heroes through the ages with Yu Di's voice.
Nangezi
The green sleeves are cold and thin, and the curtain enters the night sky. The terminally ill moon provoked a trace of the old fumigation cage.
If you are happy in the dark, don't hate each other in the distance. It is impossible to avoid flowers, but it is clearer on the night when the dew is wet and red.
You (ancient book)
The ancient garrison was hungry and the wild city flew. Take advantage of the fire to rob, when the ashes remain, try to see that the hero's game-writing protocol book is full of dragons.
The jade account is separated from the base, and the golden armor has stopped blowing. Looking back at the east wind, it must be a mistake. If it is not prosperous, it will be desperate and artificial.
Recalling Jiangnan (Random Thoughts of Su Shuanglin Temple)
When the heart is exhausted, there are monks who can't stop hair. Wind and rain kill life and death, deja vu and loneliness, but I can't wake up.
Shake it back and blow it clearly. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark. At first glance, the wind will settle, the bell will ring and the blessing will recommend the whole city.
Langtaosha
The red shadow is wet and the window is thin and spring. After the rain, the sun is setting outside. Anyone who saw that thin blouse with a low bun hugged his knees and thought.
Don't be sad, hold on early. Meditate on what it is to break people's intestines. I once caught a glimpse of the cloister in his spring dream.
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The eyebrow spectrum needs to be completely deleted. Don't draw autumn mountains, the clouds are gradually entering. Don't laugh. Life is like a dream, and good dreams are hard to dream.
The red card pecks at the flower residue, all by the aperture. The moon is slanting and the wind blows. There is an example of absorbing spring breeze if it is cold.
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Purple jade stirred the ashes, and the words in my heart were different, and the curtain fell every other year. Half a roll of sunset red rain falls, and swallows are out of season.
Looking back on the blue clouds and the west, there are many hearts, short pavilions and short causeways. A hundred feet of gossamer dream, infinite sadness.
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The rain at night makes autumn, just in my heart, teaching him to cherish the wind. Who is sick, who is more shameful?
A secret wish is hard to come true if it is not stopped. The bead curtain rolls around the moon like a building. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay.
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On the clear mirror, the clouds shine, and the seal is still fragrant, and the eyebrows cry in the spring. That night, I came to the lonely pillow and dreamed of people.
Vantage is sick, lazy to draw Wen Xiang, and the lotus root silk skirt is fascinating. Add a few lines to the embroidered couch, and silence will cover the door.
Quail day
Only take the setting sun upstairs, and the rest are quiet. A line of white geese is far away at dusk, when yellow flowers are everywhere in autumn.
Surprise, sigh, ups and downs, like a dream flowing east. Things in the world are as melancholy as they are, and the old tour in Hengtang, Mo Wen.
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Wild geese fly by the cold clouds, hesitating to complain about the south. Who can lean on the horse to cross the mountain road and meet the west wind?
People are embarrassed and think of Yiyi, where there are no trees and crows. Sweep the window and take a farewell photo now.
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If you can't sleep, it's like dreaming of a border town. Listening to the rainy night, I remember the night light in the red chamber.
Books are solemn, hatred is clear, and the sky will make sadness taste deep. Get up, hand seal the title, and the word Yuanyang is cold.
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Coody Leng is silent at night, and crows can't fathom the north wind and cold. I hate painting the Drum Tower, but I don't want to put it back in my dream.
Autumn is full, the moon is bent, and no one looks up at the moon. In the Ming dynasty, horses and chariots lost each other, and the mountains were separated by mountains.
And (send Fen Liang back to the south as a small photo)
Shake hands with the west wind and cry. I have been away for many years. Listen to the rain in front of the lamp far away, and look back at the mountains behind the snow.
With the news, advise to increase the meal and save it when using osmanthus. It is as small as agarwood, but it is sad and difficult to draw.
Here we go again (the fourth night in July is stormy, and tomorrow is the birthday of the dead woman)
Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.
Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.
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.
Magnolia order (imitating ancient characters)
If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? Easy to change, but easy to change (but easy to change)
Lishan language stops midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain. What if you are lucky (what if you are lucky)?
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world.
Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark.
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Autumn clouds are easy to disperse, and swallows sigh. There is no reason to break up a few times and win a kiss.
Can I send you a letter before the Old Testament frost? It's better not to think about the past and watch the sunset with a red pillow.
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The silver bed is green and old, and the autumn color sweeps the powder. There is a lot of money in the incense shop. Why can't you hate it when you pick it up?
The cloister is full of lovesickness, and the moon is lonely. Ten years' journey and ten years' heart.
Again (on behalf of Fen Liang)
I owe you a debt of gratitude for taking care of the flower class. See the chicken and dog on the ladder, and Huang Jiuzhao Chyi Chin * * * mud plow.
Thin and crazy, looks stupid and fat, and is judged to be stupid and fat. It is better to laugh at his illness and poverty than to be a vassal.
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The residual lamp blew out the furnace, and the smoke was cold, accompanied by a lonely shadow. Sentenced drunk, in order to ask who is awake in the world.
The flowers are hard to meet, the wine is delicious, and the head is scratched. I always have to get drunk and sleep in my leisure time, for fear of waking up, I still get into the bottle.
Nanxiangzi
In the evening, the flying catkins are leisurely, and the setting sun ripples and reflects the painted beams. Embroidered women stand upstairs, soft-hearted, and love to see filaments hundreds of feet long.
The wind is quiet and fragrant, and the residual red blows off the embroidered bed. Hugh was surprised to fall off the Hosta, and both of them were full of flowers.
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The smoke is warm and the rain is early, and the yard is full of flowers. Picked a pair of red beans, lowered his head and said, with tears in his eyes.
People go like spring break, and wine makes stones very well. Don't worry about someone crossing peach leaves, boating, a kind of smoke wave.
Another photo (the deceased)
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.
A Hu pig (the eclipse is on the night of January)
The reflection of the planet, a trace of snow faded slightly. After years of waiting, Zi Gu was disheartened by stealing medicine and stumbled upon Ling Hua.
The fan is still as clear as autumn. After all, the weather is romantic. Teach me to look at the moths and leave some time.
Tasha shop
The crow's head in spring water, the parrot's mouth in spring mountain, tobacco can't go against the wind. The flowers are so welcome that the poor man sleeps on the mountain.
The code word moves the lamp, idles the pillow arm, and teaches the taste of lonely sleep. Chunhong doesn't understand the taboo of acacia, and the window book breaks people's words.
(sent to see Yang again)
It is better to lean on the willow inscription and make a flower side cap than to drive it away. It's too early to blow the green shadow into silk.
Jindian West Western jackdaw, Jade Spring Grass, Who cares if it is cold or warm? Mayor Xiao Lou Yue Ming is idle. What else is life in his later years?
Linjiangxian (to Yan Sunyou)
Don't send me leisure, the early warbler and the early goose miss each other. Today, I am haggard and different from that time, and my thoughts are wandering.
When I was a child, I didn't know how to go to the river, but I obviously went to Liangxi. In a hurry, I just want to share my words. In my dream, the fragrance disappears and the window is bright and white.
You (middle section of Yongping Road)
Who cares about me alone? It's cold at dawn. I want to send a book back, which makes me haggard and more worried.
I used to get sick in March every year, but now I am sick in late autumn. Lulong scenery is bald, medicine stoves smoke, pillow listening to the river.
And (thank you for the cherry)
Green leaves turn cloudy and spring ends, and palace guards protect the stars. Leave color to comfort affectionate, clear tears, save as jade pot ice.
Lying alone in the garden is thirsty, and strong red beans are rewarded. I appreciate your gratitude to Yinger, but I have to cherish myself when I cherish flowers, and I don't want to worry about flowers alone.
and
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. In May, I left butterflies holding flowers, but I didn't see Shuang Meng's shadow, and I laughed at apricot bunches.
And (it was reported that the begonia was in bloom, so I gave it this)
Six songs have been raining for three nights, but money is careless. Poor lonely pink wall east, has been divided by skirt and green, still wrapped in tears and red.
I remember that my temple fell obliquely, and half a bed was cold and sleepy. Old love is like a dream, and it is natural to be heartbroken. Why is it autumn?