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The red paper blew through the west window fence, and the broken ink expressed my affection. Whose jade flute? Where is the plum blossom flute? Understand the meaning of Zen and swallow tears. The song frowns and the heart breaks with sadness. The straight line is: The magnificent Lingtai Yu. The dew on the terrace is cold, the sycamore trees weep, the wild geese fly south, the red paper blows through the west window fence, and the broken ink expresses all the affection. Where can the dream go with the fragrance and the broken soul? wisps of lovesickness pay the fragrance of medicine. Wangshu half-hanging jade dew is pouring, the autumn chrysanthemums are opening, the dusty surface is clear, and the soft intestines are knotted with golden pistils. When the rain hits the banana trees, they look like peach blossoms, red and fresh. The wind moves the autumn garden, and the fragrance is countless, and the charming eyes often give rise to emotions. The green flowers secretly teach the beauties to hide, and the bright moon still shines on the flowers. The shadows of flowers are moving on a curtain, and there are several happy branches on the other side of the bank. The feelings are intense, the meaning is lingering, and the jade is fragrant every day. The old words are like traces, and the pen is sealed and the madness is broken, but there is no way! The fragrance lingers in my dreams, and I see the bright moon like a scissor, how much new emotion is added between my brows? Looking at the window between the eyebrows, the eyebrows are like water; looking at the mirror and looking at the hair on the temples, the treasure hairpin is secretly cold! When the dream is deep, I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep, and the frost-cold old wandering soul will stop, and I will be drunk in the red room. Jiangnan, Jiangnan again, the water smoke is as misty as clothes, the swallows are pairing in pairs, the willows are sleepy and the flowers are sleepy, a night of east wind has damaged them, and the scattered shadows on the ground hurt who? Qiong Yao is covered with frost, the jade trees are fragrant, and I can hear the sound of a flute in the sky. I don’t know how many dreams in the world have ended at this time! Lightly stroking the strings of the piano, the small window swaying with broken shadows, can the bright moon thousands of miles away miss lovesickness? I have been ill for a long time and my soul is gone. How many times have I called out to Du Yuchun? The house is full of red medicine, a stroke of red paper and both sleeves are cold. The delicate red dimples only make the peach blossoms win. The folded bottom fan wakes up the remaining dreams. Youth is hard to regain, beauty is hurt. The past love is not over yet, new sorrows are added, smiles are still frowning, who will break the heart? The dream is still there, the person is still far away, and the autumn heart is like a mirror and jade born in the dust. End the residual dream and end the rest of my life. Life is for love, death is for love, love is for life, love is for death, who can hide together in this lonely world? Is the same flower blooming as the bottom crazy? Just sigh, once the spring is over, the flowers wither and fly away, who will be tired of the beauty? Pity the pink and green willows, the swallows and orioles are singing and dancing. How long can it be bright and bright? It's just spring dreams and autumn clouds, how can gathering and separation be easy? I can sigh at the seven-petal red plum blossoms, the eyebrows are frozen in the snow, the jade bones are ice-cold, and the fragrance is refreshing in the cold weather. Who knows how to pity the slender and sparse shadows? I just failed to live up to the aroma of medicine in this room. What is cold fragrance and warm fragrance? I don’t know what love means! Alone in the cold night with a lone lamp, I still feel the new pain. The peonies are gone, the peonies are melancholy, the crabapples are frightened, and the fragrant cinnamon is thick. Good times and beautiful scenery are in vain, but whose home is the pleasure? Spring hates autumn every year, flowers bloom and wither every year, and the moon is missing and the moon is full since ancient times. When did you let down Yan'er's news? When did you mess up a pool of broken shadows? Why doesn't Mingyue think about it? Who is crazy about the half-covered Jihua illuminated by lingering dreams? Night, clear and shallow as water, the moon fills the eyebrows, the eyebrows are like willows, the willows follow the wind, and they are planted with lovesickness. The wind takes advantage of the waning moon, and I stare at it from across the mountain, crying deeply. The half-cut residual clouds have their eyebrows spread out, and the beautiful figures of banana trees are in full bloom. Since ancient times, there have been many separations, so why should we sigh at the waxing and waning moon? Thousands of miles in the sky, white catkins are floating in the air, wandering in the clear sky. The passionate autumn meets the ruthless autumn, and the wind and rain are urging it. Where can I get my sorrow? The wild geese return south from the array, with no proof of the brocade book, the sky is full of fallen leaves, and the desolate and fragrant grass can be seen to the end of the world. Where can I send my soul? Where will the dream continue? If you want to send it, you can't send it. If you want to continue the dream, it will not continue. The remaining years will be cut off. New inscriptions with long and short sentences in colored pen, and ink on plain paper to write about the Spring and Autumn Period. The more true the love, the more real the dream, the more hurt the love, the more painful the dream. The wind is cold and frosty, the green terrace is covered with green, the wind is miserable, and the rain is howling. Where is the autumn window? No regrets! Unconsciously, new sorrow creeps into the eyebrows, and I don't know that the beauty has changed. I just think it is the sound of tears from begonias and the knocking of autumn. Whose jade flute? Where is the plum blossom flute? Tears roll on the harp, beads roll on the pipa, and purple swallows whisper. In my dream, I felt that the green willows were blowing in the wind, and the peaches and plums were flying. No way! Yin Yin's return date has not yet been determined, and Chu River and Xiang Mountain are just a dream away. On the Sansheng Stone, at the foot of Qinggeng Peak, the immortal fate continues. A moment of bitter rain, a moment of desolation, a moment of nothingness. After falling into the mortal world, he spent more than a thousand years cultivating himself in the wind and dust. The world of mortals is prosperous, and the troubled times are full of smoke and clouds. It's hard to cross, hard to cross, where can the soul wander? The remaining dreams are resting, and the few autumn flowers are falling, like jade crystals. The melancholy wind is gentle, the rain is cold, and the endless tears are knocking down the alleys. How can I endure the long night of rustling, the snow hanging on my temples, and the parasol trees broken? Worry adds to the three chants of the autumn window, and the soul is tied to the seven lanes of plum blossoms. The rouge is bright and the golden stamens are full of beauty. The frost contains jade dew, and the dream pillow is the autumn wind. The door is closed at dusk, and the begonia is lightly clasped, and the shadow of the moon and flowers are reflected in the cold night. Sickness starts from the heart, and worry adds to the fading of the temples. The flashy dream of the world of mortals is like a new world. Two sleeves dance with clouds in the breeze, and three thousand sorrows and illnesses are cast away for nine days. I must have been a passionate person in my previous life, but I still have to wipe away my tears in this life. A heart with scars is as strong as jade and as valuable as a treasure. How valuable are you, and how strong are you? Understand the meaning of Zen and swallow tears. The song frowns and the heart breaks with sadness.