It rains for no reason at the end of spring, and the autumn wind is dust.
How can a withered branch be like me? I can't help it
Since we are not disturbed by butterflies and bees, we should promote our friendship from now on.
There are 3,000 tears left in my last life, and I can still mourn my body every day.
XYJ (Fan Ying) Yahe
Xiaoxiang night rain tears in the last spring, tears pity flowers and hate the world.
There is no day when the weak floc falls, and it can't be helped by people.
With a beautiful spirit, I am sad and charming, with a sweet soul and hatred buried.
Half is sour and half is empty, but A Dream of Red Mansions breaks its predecessor.
The willow mist is smoky and elegant.
Peach blossom has no choice, spring falls deeply, and it doesn't change its blushing cheeks, but it has lost its mind.
Petals are affectionate, and residual red has no intention of touching dust.
Clear eyes, tears, confusion, Cui Dai is sad and rainy.
How to tell yourself on my deathbed and try to offer sweet tears to the slave's body.
Yexiake
With friends-funeral poems
Yaochi was originally planned as Changchun, and the wind and rain raged.
I lost the core and left the branch to me. I was crying blood and deceiving others.
Buried colored bones in the mountains prevent bees from disturbing, and raise cranes near with high standards.
Show xiaoxiang's tears, and find your body by the mandarin duck spectrum!
The old horse knows the way and is graceful.
Yan Laihua can't hurt the spring, and the dissatisfied wife doesn't want to be fragrant.
I wanted to make a fake yesterday, but now I'm moving wood to serve people.
A group of people can't dream for a hundred days, and they forget everything.
I have buried my old wounds and realized my bad luck, but I am not alone.
Chen yuyahe
Jiao Yan dares to try the Spring Festival, hoping to stay away from the world by the east wind.
Snow sword 3 thousand dreamer, frost knife 100 thousand forced idiot
Lonely and free from vulgarity, people are jealous and close.
Every time I think of burying you in the red chamber, who can borrow from the sweet soul?
Yan nan Fei ya he
The annual shower disturbs the deep spring. How can everyone create dust?
Autumn chrysanthemums attract butterflies, and winter plums and proud snow are more charming.
The sweet soul does not cry, and the beautiful shadow attracts the bright moon.
Why be sad and lonely when the flowers fall? Dongfeng warms your body.
Bing che ya he
It passed in a flash, and after a long time, it was gray when it fell.
Empty dreams, hate the east wind and the two worlds.
If you cherish the lingering fragrance, leave a lingering shadow and miss the blind date.
There are many kinds of world of mortals. I want to bury this body in Liu Qing.
Wo? Junya river
Drunk in the red chamber at night, sighing over old stories.
Hongyi is green and deep, and Zhi Heng is full of soul.
Miaoyu lives in the Emerald Temple, and Xiangyun sleeps under the begonia flower.
Countless inquiries, Xiaoxiang is the one who washes tears.
Lonely clouds and elegant harmony
A red branch damages the depth of spring, and the rain hits the fragrant surface and stains the dust.
Thin shadows hurt drunken guests, and broken skirts hurt infatuation.
I want to bury Chi Pan and live with Holland. I want to bury the mountains and the moon.
Try to get close to the meditation hall, smell the witty remarks and be a free man in the afterlife.
Fantasy space Yahe
It was late spring when the fragrance disappeared, which made people angry in the middle of the night.
I intend to spend my soul as a companion, but now I will melt the dust first.
Once in the pure land, goodbye is hard to find.
The beauty of old age should be like this, but it is beautiful when you are lonely.