A butterfly in love with flowers
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around.
There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.
Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Butterfly lazy warbler is full of residual red in the spring and autumn wind. I didn't wake up in the afternoon and didn't roll the curtains at dusk. The clouds are loose and the eyebrows are shallow. Always worried about the media, who will sue for entertainment. If you don't believe this situation, it is difficult to travel. Huayang still has an east wind pipe.
Butterfly Hua Lian Mochunbie Li Gongze
There is no wind in rustling flowers, lonely gardens, and old willows and cherries. The setting sun is still affectionate, and the mountains and clouds are broken. At the end of the road, the river turns back thousands of miles, the fishing village is tied, and the moon is dark and lonely. With the help of flying souls, I think of you and you think of me. ?
Ouyang Xiu
A butterfly in love with flowers
How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road. March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing. Where will the nearest iris go? Forget to come back, spring will never end. A hundred flowers and a hundred flowers cold food road, whose tree is the car tied to? Who is he and his horse? Tears on the first floor constantly soliloquize, double swallow, can you meet him on the road? Chaos and spring sorrow are like catkins, dreaming where to find him? It was late spring when butterfly lovers returned to the picture gallery. Swallows fly in pairs, willows are soft and peach blossoms are shallow. The yard is full of Mao Mao rain and strong wind, and no one sees it. Lonely and distracted, lush, I still remember the south bank of the Yangtze River. Romantic heartless people secretly change, and the old tour is like a dream. Who abandoned leisure in Feng Yansi? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror. Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Liu Yong
A butterfly in love with flowers
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke? I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Yan Dao Ji
A butterfly in love with flowers
The first turning point of frost was disappointing. Through Ye Ying's voice, it seems to imitate Qin E's singing. Woke up after a nap, feeling cold wave. Rain blows and wind blows, and the sky rises. Lotus is delicate and full of tears. Obliquely facing the new moon in Lv Yun, the curved ring looks like a frown. Butterfly lovers dreamed of entering the vast waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, and went all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, but no one left. I have nothing to say when I sleep, but I feel disappointed and dumbfounded. I want to finish this love letter. Float geese sink fish, and finally there is no evidence. However, relying on the slow string songs, I broke my heart and Qin Zhenglie.
A butterfly in love with flowers
I don't remember when I got drunk, so it was easy to get together and leave. Half-moon window doesn't sleep much, and painting screen is idle.
It's always sad to see wine stains on clothes and words in poems. Red candle has no good plans, feels sorry for itself, but cries for others on a cold night.
Zhang Xian
A butterfly in love with flowers
Move the poplar to the backyard and learn to dance around the waist. The youth in February is still short. Not far from Fuling, the east and west coasts are littered with bits and pieces.
A few small eyebrows are cold, don't sing "Yangguan", the whole intestine will be broken first. Looking closely at the payment and spring break, all the rules are full of resentment.
Yan Shu
A butterfly in love with flowers
Six songs lean against the green trees, the willow wind is light, and the golden glow is exhibited. Who moved the cymbals and Zheng to the jade column and flew over the curtain and Haiyan?
Eyes full of gossamer catkins, when red apricots bloom, it will be sunny and rainy for a while. When you sleep, you will talk nonsense, be in shock and have a good dream.
Butterfly flowers, chrysanthemum sad smoke blue, curtain light cold, swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake. Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. To send colorful stationery and rulers, I don't know where the mountains are long and the waters are wide!
Zhou Bangyan
A butterfly in love with flowers
The moon is full of surprises, even more leaking, and the gold well is pulled out. Tears arouse bright eyes and stiff neck is red and cold. Hand in hand, frosty wind blowing the shadow on the sideburns. Don't worry. Upstairs decay across bucket handle, showing that people are far away from chickens.
Zhao lingchou
A butterfly in love with flowers
The wind and catkins are withering. The powder is fragrant and red every day. The new wine aggravated the hangover. This spring does not diminish the hatred of the previous spring. Butterflies go and warblers fly, and there is nowhere to ask. The tall building across the water, looking at the letter from Pisces. Anger and chaos are an inch. Sunset in buried by the coming night. Butterfly flowers want to reduce the cold of Lowry. People are deep without rolling bead curtains. How many almond branches are there? The traces of crying stop hating the clear rain. A wisp of smoke sinks every day. Waking up late after staying up late annoyed the mood of spring. Swallows write back by mistake, and Xijiang Road is on the small screen. Dead Hua Lian courtyard late spring rain Ji. A deep heart ties a hundred kinds of ties. Green wings suddenly come to report good news, and fish notes are compatible. People in the west wing of the moon are restless. The curtains are shining, and Zhu Hu is still careless. Flowers swaying on the wall, red calyx falling, clearly suspected to be lovers.
He Zhu
A butterfly in love with flowers
How many injuries after the spring dusk, Liu Qingying, partial hinder the balance of hair. Peach leaves step on the mountains in the sky, and white apples are full of skirts. It is the day when I whisper long sentences, the curtain lights are faint and my heart sends Huqin language. Counting the rain and the wind, the hazy and pale moon clouds come and go.
Xin Qiji
A butterfly in love with flowers
Nothing can make the public angry and happy. People need mountains, but people don't want mountains. It's like mourning for Sine's lower teeth. Thousands of feelings are always there. I want to write a record of Han Zuoji in Xitang. Today's machine cloud, good words are hard to compare. Old eyes are crazy and empty. The silver hook gets drunk first when it sees the heart.
Butterfly, lotus, summer, drunker, Yu Shu, Yan Lang.
On September 1st, Fei Lanpei was good, and there was no one in the empty valley. I blame myself for being smart. The color of the bag is long, and Zhu Sixian has few bosom friends. In Ran Ran, I am old and the water is full of Tingzhou. Where can I find grass? Wake up Xiang Lei's unfinished song, and the stone dragon dances in the wind. The butterfly is in love with the swallow, and the warbler sees the crow. But I hate Xiyuan, and I still have Yingying. Laughter is half sorrow. The delicate spring is especially warm. This is just a book without geese. Not heartbroken, not recently. Don't shake Hunan tears with a jade handle. I'm afraid you call it autumn fan.
Li Qingzhao
A butterfly in love with flowers
Tears wet Luo Yi powder full, four stacks of sunshine, singing all over Qian Qian. The humanities mountain is long and the water is broken, and the rain is raining and lonely. Say goodbye to the injury, never forget to leave, the wine is deep and shallow. It's better to read books in yan zhen than Penglai in the east. Butterfly lovers had a little fun all night, dreaming of Chang 'an in vain and recognizing Chang 'an Road. In order to report good spring scenery this year, the flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which makes people pregnant. Don't laugh when you are drunk. Poor spring is like getting old.
Wang Shen
Butterfly loves flowers, and the rain shines at the beginning of the night. Beautiful tower, lotus pond in reflection. The breeze is blowing gently, Yang Liuyi. Countless young and gentle sharp horns, like jade tin. In such a garden, the scenery is beautiful. Wandering back, not in the mood to enjoy pleasure. Sitting alone at dusk, no one in the courtyard. Melancholy is the sadness in my heart, but also the grace of the old man.
Yu Li
At first glance, butterfly lovers was injured at dusk in spring. Counting the rain and the wind, the hazy and pale moon clouds come and go. Peach and plum are in the darkness of spring, who is on the swing, whispering and laughing.
Mao Zedong
Die Lian Hua Li Shuyi
I lost my pride, and Yang Jun lost his willow, which was light and awkward and hung heavily in the sky. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine. Lonely Chang 'e with wide sleeves, Wan Li in the sky, dancing for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.
han pengfei
A butterfly in love with flowers
I wonder if the cloud has asked. At that time, I was disconsolate and came regardless of my fate. There are many things in the world. A touch of Wei Yun's skyline is beautiful. Clouds go and stay, but they don't hate. That kind of trance is just forgetting and laughing. Smile and walk away. Fate is only caused by commotion.
Nalan Rong Ruo (the first poet of Manchu)
A butterfly in love with flowers
Hard work cherishes the sun and the moon most, one night is like a ring, and the evening is like a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice. Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly. The recent love affair is bleak and melancholy, and the face is old. If you don't make a pity sentence, you will be afraid of affection. The tears in the pavilion lean on the flowers, and the fragrance floats as far as I know. Back to Old Yue Ming Road, the cuffs are fragrant and cold, and the heart is bitter than Qiulian. Hugh said, if you live in flowers, people who love flowers will go to spend without owners.
Wang Guowei
A butterfly in love with flowers
After reading all the bitterness of leaving this world, there are still so many scattered flowers that do not return. Flowers have nothing to say, and the green window is spring. I will tell you under the acacia lamp that I have new love and old hatred for Qian Qian. Most importantly, the world can't stay, and Zhu Yan's words are reflected in the mirror.
Huo jiankun
A butterfly in love with flowers
Smoke stained the cold forest, the stars were wide and heavy, and the east wind rolled the curtain. Crushing idle words, Jiang Bo does not reflect the clouds and the moon. The closer the separation, the more intense the separation. Qianshan in the mediastinum will never be forgotten for a hundred years. When the child's face is as blue as iron, he sees that your white hair is 3 thousand snow.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Shower button window, think of broken memories, sleepless night. Who can understand the taste? When you are in love, you are drunk, and two hearts can't meet each other. Sour and full of clear dreams, dreams hold the soul and look forward to the day of reunion. Earthly love should be difficult to manage, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl will always be like this.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The moonlit night is gloomy and staring for a long time, and the figure is lonely and the moon shadow is more delicate. Planting red beans in the courtyard atrium is the most reluctant to leave. Who can remember the meeting at the beginning of that year, every night? After three years of fame, I tied a double line with you.
Irises bloom on the other side.
Flowers bloom on the other side, crying alone, and gorgeous people don't return. At the end of the world, who will read? Yellow eyes all the way. Fallen leaves come from the roots, flowers bloom alone, and they are reborn from generation to generation. Flowers and fallen leaves are sad and empty. Don't lament that the human soul is desolate, how can you know that life and death are far apart!