I came to Xi for a year and went to Xi for a year. Once upon a time, I secretly thought about it again. I couldn't get rid of my resentment and the wrong silk thread.
Count nine cold days, hold hands with love, look at the spring water, and freeze the jade face. Looking back, smiling, intoxicated, fragrant in the new year.
Tears are drying, soaking in a large area, and a large complex begins to form moss. Chest tightness, wheezing, cramping, heart injury and fatigue, falling into the sequence. Drunk sword waving handkerchief, infinite affection. Love is idle, hate is faint. Turn the screen to peek.
East gate willow, Xiguan wolf smoke, castle besieged city strong man tired, drunk lying on the edge of colorful clouds. The message came from Chun Yan, and I saw it in court. Tears connect into a line, a dream, a frown and a sigh.
Double butterfly flying, single wild goose returning, the West Chamber. The gentleman stopped the ceremony and looked at the beauty under the lamp, his lips were like a spring. High-rise buildings are also dangerous buildings, with red dust and neon chaos. Affectionate and heartless, angry and willing. Oblique as usual, lonely.
A glass of turbid wine will last a lifetime. The spring breeze laughs again and again, making the flowers tremble. Never ask about blood and sweat, the flow of that moment burns people's eyes. Is the scenery good there? Who is in charge in this life? The branches where the birds perched and the hovering clouds lost their blood to the pale cuckoo. A world change, a decade and nine droughts. Can't take an oath. The wind begged, choked and whimpered, and flowed through the flower beds. Embroidered shoes look good when worn, and look good when taken off.
Looking west is a sunny day, I hope, hope, hope lotus. The past is like running water, wandering for many years, thinking and enduring pain. Tired, tired, tired a noble lady, a concubine, I don't dispute human feelings. The golden urn falls, people gather and disperse, and the moonlight tears rust the strings. Dumping bombs for ten thousand years. The wound is soaked, the string keeps breaking and the finger is broken.
Break the bridge, get on the umbrella and get off the bridge with the boat. You are the enemy of flowering, occasionally. Someone asked you to open it, and the heart: one petal, two petals. ...
Copper finch spring in the wild yard, Er Qiao around, who is beautiful and charming. Sanshengshi endured painful training.
Past life, afterlife, this life. Who bathes the fire phoenix with whom?
Into a cloud of fly ash ...