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 in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark?
Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
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.
Quail day
The cold locks the window, and the phoenix tree should hate the night frost. Wine column prefers bitter tea, and dreams are broken.
Autumn has passed, the days are still long, and Zhong Xuanhuai is even more desolate. It's better to get drunk than to stay at a respectful distance from others. Don't be negative.
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.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Every year in the snow, I often get drunk with plum blossoms. I don't want to touch all the plum blossoms, so I win tears all over my clothes!
I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.
Pick mulberry seeds with words
Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart.
Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!
Spread happy sand.
Rub the gold and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of grace, such as Yan Fu, is too bright.
Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless.
Zui Hua Yin
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Linjiangxian
The courtyard is deep, the fog pavilion often covers the cloud window, the plum calyx at the willow tip is gradually clear, and the Fuling tree returns in spring, making people old and healthy.
I have a lot of feelings about the moon and singing about the wind. Now that I am old, I have accomplished nothing. Who is more miserable and haggard? I'm bored trying on the lamp, and I'm not in the mood to walk through the snow.
The dead Hua Lian often sends music to her sister.
Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely.
Farewell to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow, so you can pass the book over the geese, and the east is far from Penglai.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan 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 frown and mind.
Xiangzi
The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming.
Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn.
The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense.
How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.
Lonely goose
The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind.
Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water.
The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears.
Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou?
A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
There is a sweet smell around us.
The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook.
It is better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one is here, lonely as he Xun is in Yangzhou.
Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, not resistant to wind rubbing. Whose flute blows out deep sadness?
If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and it's still romantic.
Li Duo baiyongju
The small building is cold and the night curtain is low.
Hate raining, ruthless wind and rain, night rubbing the muscles.
Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad.
Han Ling steals incense, and Xu Niang gives fragrance, but Mojiang doesn't write novels. If you look closely, you will find that Qu's charm is just right.
When the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear and the weight will not decrease.
Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia.
It's like sadness, it's like Han Fu Ci, it's like tears and it's like poetry.
There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and thin.
I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.
It's better than Li Qingzhao's words, but I still have to find the saddest one.