2. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. I can't get rid of this situation, so I frown.
But in my heart.
3, the wind has lived in the dust fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
4, Mo Dao does not forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
5. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
6. The belt is getting wider and wider. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
7, looking for, cold and clear, miserable.
8. Holding hands and looking at tears, I was speechless and choked, thinking and thinking, making cigarettes and leaving the sky.
9. Lonely boudoir, soft heart and sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
10, ask how much sadness you can have, just like-Jiang Chunshui flows eastward.
1 1. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with swords, it is even more sad to raise our glasses.
12. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and I plan to go canoeing. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.
13, 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.