The graceful sleeves are wet again.
Bitan glass is covered with Hunan snow. Who has ever been absolutely cool?
So what if the world of mortals rolls down?
In the past, dust and flowers fell into the water together.
Four pavilions are dreams, and ten Manieba steps on blood.
When the standard fell, the temple was empty and no one was there, and Sri Lankans danced in black tea.
The long sleeves are worn out. I was shocked and sad, and my light makeup was sharp and broken.
The steps are covered with flowers, and the secular world is covered with new moons. The streets are full of promises.
The uproar has gone, and the monarch is uncertain about Ponar's power.
Turn around and flashy snow, thousands of miles away.
Still watching the moon set in the pavilion in the east building.
On the shore of the whole city, the lake is full of water, and the boat is lonely and wide.
Pigeons fly away, wipe off ink stains and get drunk at night.
Liu Yiyi, Huang Yingming is tactfully staying overnight.
On the banks of the Jiangxi River, the piano kept playing all night, and Yan Zhiyan frequently wept.
Cheats of Jin Chai Hua Lou
Wet ink is still waving sleeves, waving beauty, indifferent to the world.
Xiao Lou lay on the moon last night. How can he remember that legend?
Have a bird's eye view of the capital and see the romantic life.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) is easy to die. Dancing in the moon and breeze.
Laughing for a lifetime is gentle and graceful, and Ziyi is ill.
The city is forbidden for thousands of miles, the horseshoe dust is dark, and thousands of arrogant bones are buried.
Sadness is hard to find. The white lapels danced and fell, and the spring breeze was proud.
Desolate and lonely grave, never open the fireworks seat for ten thousand years.
The sword is stained with blood, and its face is like pearls and jade.
The mulberry smoke cage flows over the embankment, and the soul of diabolo catalpa smoke is abandoned.
Sword dance court, the breeze is blowing, and the sword flower is forced by the cold moon.
It was so cold that the purple clothes promised, and the phoenix eyes were slightly hooked.
Sighing at the railing and indulging in the moon will make you let go of your misunderstanding for many years.
The lights are dim and the streets of Beijing are bustling.
Mei cuoge feng ran.
You spend a lot of money when you are awake. Hands slightly stretched out to welcome flowers, the path was full of colorful flowers, and the moonlight night was blurred.
Flowers are robbed by swords and tassels are sung.
Take a nap in the pavilion building and watch the wind. On the banks of the Shu River, Ziyi is helpless.
I have been wandering for a long time, and my clothes are fluttering.
What's the matter with Shu Ran at the Red Dust Inn by the Bijiang River?
Laughing at flowers is a human mistake, just like clear water gives birth to hibiscus.
Play the strings, soak the moon dance tea.
The red lettering sends away the leisurely, dim candlelight outside the window and the misty clouds in the court by the lake.
The pavilion is full of love, and a hundred miles of words flow.
Dream for a hundred years today, the sky is wide.
Laugh as drunk as a fiddler and miss the moon.
Rosewood screens are secluded by candles, and small locks are drunk.
Dyed with Yao color, the leaves are lonely and wait.
Clogs rustling, stepping on withered flowers, go to the cool moon well and sigh.
When the sword falls, this life ripples everywhere.
I'm in love, and Emei is wearing bright red makeup.
Smile at Hongxuan without makeup.
The danger is still there, when Mo Yu tramples on the dream of the world of mortals.
Thousands of miles away, suddenly looking back on the zither strings all around, the echo is blue and shocking.
The white skirt is sharp, and the beautiful woman leaning against the porch is smiling in front of her eyes, as always charming.
The wind and dust kept rolling around HongLing, showing their hands, red paper mandarin ducks flying leisurely, and flowers blossomed and fell.
How deep the night is, I gather my eyes and think, and suddenly splash ink and wet white silk, listen to the harp and complain, and sigh the years like songs.
When the wind blows, exquisite red beans hide jade capsules. What's strange about other feelings?
Climb the east building again, watch the flowers fall with the river, be graceful and colorful, and stay with the beauty without regrets. You will never be infatuated in your life.
Those who like words can look at my other works! There are also modern poems, I look forward to your appreciation!