Slow voice
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 were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them 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?
Zui Hua Yin
Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night.
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.
There is also a drunk yin, but it belongs to someone else.
How much is the light red vine?
There are embroidered curtains all around.
Clever green orchid leaves.
People return to the moon, the stars stay behind, and the pearls are small.
I don't care if spring knows.
I'm afraid I'll be stolen by the east wind. I have to pay for the idle flowers and plants.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in my heart. 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.
Dianjiangchun
Just like reading cu, the fourth sound stops on the swing and gets up to adjust the slender hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing the guests come in, socks and gold hairpin all slipped away and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
The plum blossoms in the back pavilion are moving. Read ti, the fourth sound.
Jade is fragrant, sandalwood is scattered, and I hate visiting Mei this evening.
Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the cloud is far away. On a sunny day forever, leaning against the fence, the green curtain hangs low.
Sitting in front of the statue, the wine is full and the song is broken.
Southern branches can be inserted, but they need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, do some strong management.
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.
There's another song. It is the theme song of the world of water mother musical instruments. Please listen to http://www.13520.org/down/? 83392-0.htm
It is from "Jia Jian"
The Millennium is frost.
The so-called Iraqis are on the water side.
Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long;
Swim back from it, in the middle of the water
Sadly, the Millennium is still there.
The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing;
Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Jia Jian is picking, and the white dew is not finished.
The so-called Iraqis are in the water.
Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right;
Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.