Song luyou
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.
A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No! No! No!
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossoms fall. Leisure swimming pool hall.
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo! Mo! Mo!
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In your rosy and crisp hands, you hold a cup full of yellow wine. Spring is rippling all over the city, but you are as far away as a palace wall. How hateful the spring breeze is and how thin the joy is blown. A full glass of wine is like a sad mood, and life after leaving for a few years is very bleak. In retrospect, I can only sigh: wrong, wrong, wrong!
The spring is still bright, but people have lost weight in vain. Tears washed away the carmine on his face and soaked all the thin silk handkerchiefs. Peach blossoms in Man Chun fall on silent and empty ponds and pavilions. The vows of eternal love are still there, but the brocade letter can no longer be delivered. Looking back, I can only sigh: Mo, Mo, Mo!
On the 20th night of the first month, Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi dreamed.
Song sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual heartbroken place: moonlit night, short pine hill.
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They have been dead for a lifetime, ten years apart, but they miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but I can't forget it. His wife's lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell her sadness. Even if we meet, we shouldn't know each other, because I'm running around, dusty and cold.
At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown in a vague dream, only to see my wife dressing up in front of the mirror in the small window. The two men looked at each other, and they didn't know where to start with a thousand words, only tears fell thousands of lines in relative silence. It stands to reason that the grave mountain with the bright moon and small pine trees is where I miss my wife every year.
Slow voice
Song Qingzhao
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.
Second place, what a sad word!
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I searched hard, but I didn't see anything. How can it not make people sad? It is the most difficult to maintain and rest when it is warm and cold. How to resist the cold wind in the morning after drinking three or two glasses of light wine? A line of geese flew in front of us, which was even more sad, because they were old acquaintances.
The chrysanthemums in the garden are piled all over the floor, and they are already very haggard. Who else will pick them now? How can you stay up until dark alone and watch the window coldly? The plane tree leaves are dripping, and it is still dripping at dusk. How can such a scene end with a "sad" word!
Langtaosha
Nan Tang Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain 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.
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Outside the curtain, the rain is gurgling, and the rich spring will fade. Luo Zhi's brocade quilt can't stand the cold of the fifth watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie.
When the sun sets alone, leaning against the railing of a tall building and looking into the distance, my heart will be filled with infinite sadness because I think of the infinite mountains and rivers I had in the past. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see again. Like red flowers falling from the lost river, they go back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.
Coffee senna
Tang Wen Ting Yun
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear. Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
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After washing and dressing up, I boarded the Wangjiang Tower alone, leaned against the pillar and stared at the surging river. Thousands of ships passed by, and none of the expected people appeared. The afterglow of the sun is lovingly sprinkled on the river, and the river flows slowly, and the yearning heart lingers on that Baipingzhou.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Song Yan Shu
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears, and the curtain is light and cold.
Swallows flew away in pairs.
The moon doesn't know how to leave hate.
The slanting moon didn't pass through the window until dawn.
The west wind withered the trees last night.
Climb the stairs and stay alone in the attic.
I overlook the endless road.
If you want to send colored stationery, there is no ruler.
Mountains and rivers know where it is.
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In the morning, the chrysanthemum outside the railing was covered with a layer of sad smoke, and the orchid dew seemed to be crying dew. Between the screens, there was a faint chill, and a Shuang Yanzi flew away. Yue Ming didn't understand the pain of holding a grudge, and oblique Yin Hui went into Zhuhu Lake until dawn.
The west wind withered the green trees last night. I climbed the tall building alone and watched the road disappear at the end of the world. I want to send a letter to my lover. But the mountains are endless and the water is endless. I don't know where my sweetheart is.
Spread happy sand.
Nantang Li Jing
The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears are hateful to lean on.
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Lotus leaves fall, fragrance dissipates, lotus leaves wither, and the west wind in late autumn blows green water, which makes people full of sadness. The good times in life are fading away. People who are haggard with youth can't bear to see it (this bleak scene). It's raining in Mao Mao, and the scenery beyond the Great Wall in my dream is far away. Cold sobs echoed in the small building. (Thinking of an old friend's past), (she) leaned against the bar with tears in her eyes and endless bitterness.
Wind blowing loose
Wu Song Wenying
Listen to the wind and rain, worry about plants and flowers.
In front of the building is a dark road, a wisp of willows and an inch of tenderness.
In the cold spring, I was drinking wine, and I dreamed of singing warblers.
Sweep the pavilion in the West Park every day and enjoy the new sun.
The wasp frequently pounced on the Xiang Qiu rope, and at that time it used a delicate jade hand to make incense.
I can't spend my honeymoon with melancholy. The secluded steps are covered with moss all night.
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Listening to the wind and rain, a person lives a clear and lonely life. Flowers buried everywhere, I am full of sadness to draft the inscription of buried flowers. The place where I said goodbye in front of the building is now a dense shade. Every wisp of willow has tenderness. It's chilly in spring, and I'm drinking alone, trying to reunite with the beauty through my dream, but I'm awakened by Yingying's song.
I send people to clean the pavilions and Woods in the West Garden every day, but I still come here to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the new sunny day. Bees often pounce on the swings and ropes you swing on, and the fragrance you leave in your hands. How sad I am, there is always no news of your beautiful image. On the lonely and empty steps, the moss grown overnight has turned green.
Warrior Lan Lingliu
Song Zhou Bangyan
Liu Yin is straight and smoky. On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, waving water and floating cotton to see me off. Visit the old country.
Who knows? Jinghua tired? Go to Changting Road every year, and cross thousands of feet flexibly.
Wandering around looking for ancient traces. The wine left the table when the funeral music and lights shone. Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food.
Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. I can count posts as soon as I turn around, hoping that people are at the ends of the earth.
The accumulation of sadness and hatred. Gradually leaving pu haunts, Tianjin is silent. Sunset, Ran Ran, endless spring.
Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge. Remembering the past is like a dream, with dark tears.
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At noon, Liu Yin fell straight, and in the fog, willow branches swayed with the wind. On the ancient Sui Dyke, how many times have I seen catkins flying and rushing away? Every time I climb the high platform and look at my hometown, Hangzhou is far away from mountains and rivers. Living in Beijing makes me very tired, but who knows the hidden pain in my heart? On the way to this Shili Pavilion, I broke thousands of wickers, but I always send others away year after year.
I used my spare time to go to the suburbs. Originally, I came to find Lao whereabouts, just to send a farewell party to my friends. The lights are shining, I raise my glass, and sad music is dancing in the air. Pear blossoms beside the post station remind me that the Cold Food Festival is coming, and people should use elm willow as firewood. Sadly, I watched the boat leave like an arrow, and the bamboo pole at the tip of the boat was inserted into the warm water waves and moved forward frequently. When the guests on board looked back, the post station had fallen far behind and left the worrying capital. He wanted to take another look at me in the north of the sky, only to find that it was already a blur.
I am miserable alone, and I have accumulated thousands of sorrows and grievances. Farewell to the riverbank twists and turns, and the ferry bunker is silent. Spring is getting stronger every day, and the sunset is hanging in the air. I can't help but think of that time, holding hands and playing in the waterside pavilion, and the moonlight dissolved. We were at the Dew Bridge together, listening to people playing flutes until the end of the song ... Alas, recalling the past is like a big dream. I've been crying secretly.
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Mountain painting Wei Yun, day sticky grass, painting break.
Suspend the collection, and talk about * * * leading away from the statue.
How many Penglai past events, empty looking back, misty.
Outside the setting sun, 10,000 points west of Western jackdaw, flowing water around the lonely village.
Eliminate the soul, at this moment, the sachet is hidden, and the ribbon is light.
The man won the brothel, but she was lucky enough to become famous.
When can I see you here? There are crying marks on the inner sleeve and the air.
At the scene of the injury, the high city was in ruins and the lights were dim.
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On Huiji Mountain, the clouds are as light as half an ink painting; Outside Yuezhou, there are many weeds. The horn sounded intermittently above the city gate. On the passenger ship returning to the north, raise a glass to drink with geisha and chat goodbye. Looking back, how many affairs between men and women turned into wisps of smoke and vanished. As the sun sets, Western jackdaw in the west adorns the sky, and a curved water surrounds the lonely village.
When I am sad, I feel gentle and sweet. In a trance, I untied the tie around my waist and took off my sachet. In vain won the reputation of brothel fickleness. I don't know when we can meet again after this trip. Tears of parting wet the skirt and cuffs. When it is sad, the city has disappeared, the lights have been lit, and the sky has entered dusk.