Beauty dances with golden hairpin, wine can't smell flowers, and other halls can smell flute and drum.
Feng Xiao blew away the water and clouds, and pressed the song of dress.
The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and powerful, and the new sound moves slowly.
Dream back to the grass and think of Yi Yi, the sky is far away and the geese are rare.
Lovelorn, drunk, drunk in my dream.
Her voice is silent and she doesn't make up at night. Who should make the whole thing beautiful?
The green window is quiet and fragrant, and the fragrance is printed into ash.
Can endure feelings, want to sleep and dream.
In Chunguang Town, people go to the empty building and people go to the old building. Why hate the poor?
The golden window is sleepy and careless.
A strong flute woke up graceful.
Brave brave new swallow's cold voice, worried about similar age.
How many tears, broken face after horizontal H. ..
Don't worry about tears, Shengfeng will cry;
There is no doubt about heartbreak!
People went to Qiu Zi to enter the fort, and soldiers were still listening to songs late at night. They asked at the bridge, but they didn't reach the blue robe to send Ke Yu.
Yinger drifted in the jagged waves and could not bear to cross the river.
Clever words can be unintentional, and good times don't necessarily have good times.
Looking at the ordinary green chariot, Kong Wen's midnight ghost elegy
Want to finish writing this love letter?
Wang goose sinks fish
Finally, there is no evidence.
But to say goodbye by slow string songs
Broken heart and broken Qin Zhengzhu
When to protect the frost, whose reed pipe blows autumn resentment?
A song cried, my mood was confused, my beauty darkened and time changed.
It's dusk in spring, Xiaoying's voice is broken, and the clouds are gone.
Colorful sleeves hold jade bells diligently.
Those days, I was drunk.
Dance as the moon sinks in the willows.
Sing until I'm too tired to swing the peach blossom fan
Little dad has seen Yu Di before.
The silver lamp is too enchanting.
Who hates being drunk in a song?
After the singing, the wine still lingered.
Shili terraces lean on green, and cuckoos crow in the depths of flowers.
Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to round.
Only flowers and the moon are like happy fate.
Qin Zheng is in a good mood.
Try to cross out the notes and enter the old strings.
Moonlit Night and Flower Dynasty
Press Yu Di to subtract words and steal sounds.
Liu layman looked back.
Distant
If it's farther than Yinhe Road,
The crescent moon is like an eyebrow.
Who teaches playing the flute under the moon?
The building leans against the dusk clouds and sees geese at first sight.
Nanfei
A person who takes the road will go home after the goose.
Can't keep people.
Get drunk and stop Lanzhou.
A corner of Bitao Chunshui Road
Pass by Xiaoying's crying place
Cao recalled Luo skirt often.
A green waist soaked in water
Dry places are quiet.
I used to lean against the dusk.