Butterfly Love Flower (when I was drunk, I didn't remember when I woke up in the West Building)
Partridge Sky (with colorful sleeves holding jade bells) Partridge Sky (small
picking mulberry seeds (see you under the moon in the West Building) Ruan Langgui (the old fragrance and powder are as original as before) [Edit this paragraph] Yan Jidao's Ci selection Linjiangxian
After the dream, the balcony was locked high, and the curtain hung low when the wine woke up. Last spring, when hate came, the fallen petal was independent, and the swift and swift flew together.
I remember Xiao Ping's first sight, and her two focuses were on Luo Yi. On the pipa string, she said acacia. Xiao Shuang's red leaf dance returns home. It's an ancient road, and Qiu Meng has a short pavilion.
Green wine makes tears clear in front of you, while Yang Guan stacks in silence, and Shaoling's poems think of the old. Yun Hong meets, and it's a smoky city.
Linjiangxian
I first saw it in front of the grass-fighting steps, and I once met it upstairs. The skirt is fragrant with jade and hair, and the eyebrows are green, and my face is red with shame. Rain is falling and flowers are falling.
Linjiangxian
His body is full of idle worries, and his eyes are often full of joy. Next year, he should be given a poem to send him. Count from tonight, and how long will you meet him.
Only you know who you want to persuade when you have a light drink. Dong Xixi's spring is the same, Liu Chuijiang's shadow is on the river, and Mei Xie's snow is on the branch.
Linjiangxian
The golden boat is lightly touched by the flowing clouds. The green, delicate and red are just pitiful, so it must be as round as the moon.
Linjiang Fairy
Long loves the blue shadow, and when the autumn water of Furong blooms, she blushes and dew, and learns to crow. The clouds are smoked in Leng Yan, and the clouds are curled up.
As before, the frost clumps are like old fangfei, who are you drunk with? The wind blows plum blossoms, and the rain is fine and apricot blossoms are fragrant.
When the moon falls on the branches, I am happy. In the past, I dreamed of a high Tang Dynasty. Where do you think about it? Now it's not a dream, but a trip to Iraq.
Lin Jiangxian
After the death of Dongye, there is no beautiful sentence. After Yu Jun's departure, it is easy to make friends, and it is easy to remember the past. While Wang Jian is still there, I still see the poet.
I have learned to be old in the mountains, and I have never left my job for a thousand years. I don't want to talk frequently at wine banquets and songs. I strive for a stranger in the south, occupying a year of spring.
I love flowers
Look at the Pisces letter. The waves in the troubled layer are one inch across, and the setting sun is only near dusk.
Butterfly Lovers
Dream of entering the misty waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, without meeting people. I feel lost in sleep, but I feel disappointed and lost in ecstasy.
I want to do my best in this love letter, but I have no evidence in the end. But I rely on slow strings to say goodbye. Wu Shancui is displayed on the painting screen.
The words in the poem are stained with wine on the clothes, and the lines are always sad. The red candle has no good plan for self-pity, and the cold night makes people cry.
The butterfly flowers
The smiling autumn lotus gives birth to a green pool, with a red face and a green waist. I used to know Ling Bo women, and I took photos and made up my face, but the west wind is not the prosperous Lord.
When Jin Ju opens, it's near the Double Ninth Festival banquet. The lotus leaves wither every day, and the smoke and water in the powder pond are as clear as practice.
Try to rely on the cool breeze to sober up the noodles, and when the geese come, just meet the floor. When the frost clouds turn, whose reed pipe blows autumn resentment.
Butterfly flowers
The green grass pond is late in spring, and the lobules are charming, and Shang Xuee is wearing light makeup. When Shuang Yan comes, Ingenious double moth painting, jade hook hanging diagonally next to the southwest.
who remembers the words when the cymbals are broken under the cool leaves and the fragrant sleeves are on the shoulders? The road across the Milky Way can still be borrowed. What year should we hate each other?
Butterfly Lovers
Jasper towers live near the water, and when the red apricots are in bloom, the bottom of the flowers once meet. As soon as the spring and spring are dusk, Xiaoying goes to the clouds.
The far water comes from the downstairs road, and after all the waves, there is no element in the fish. The moon is fine and the wind is blowing, and the dream soul grows in the parting.
Partridge. Struggle for Zhu Yan can't bear autumn.
Partridges and sky
Colorful sleeves hold the jade clock diligently, but they are drunk and red in those days. Dancing low in the heart of the willow building and singing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan.
After parting, I remember meeting you, and I have shared my dreams with you for several times. I am afraid that meeting is a dream. After singing, the wine still lingers.
Spring is quiet, the night is far away, the sky is blue, and the Chu Palace is far away. The dream soul is used to unrestrained inspection, and it has stepped on the Xie Qiao.
The partridge sky
The tower is ten miles away, and the cuckoo is singing in the depths of a hundred flowers. It is not like a warbler taking a second flight. < In the azaleas, the cuckoo crows. At the end of the year, I don't want to go back, complaining about the moon and worrying about who the smoke grows for.
The plum rain is fine, the breeze is weak, and people leaning against the building want to touch their clothes. The flowers in my hometown have faded for the third time, but Manqian Tianya has not returned.
Partridge
On that day, the magpie was misinformed, and it is still a heartbroken fairy. The bridge became a star wave in Hanzhu. A cold toad is not round at hand.
A partridge in the sky
I remember Xiaolian with a fragrant note in my hand, and I want to pass on my resentment. When I return to sleep alone at night, I will meet you in my dream.
Flowers are easy to fall, but the moon is hard to be round, so I should only spend the moon as if it were happy. Qin Zheng is in a mood, trying to write it off and enter the old string. Under the swing on the back.
Shengchazi
The dream of a mountain is long, the sound of fish and geese is few, and the temples are pitiful and green, just for the old lovesickness.
It's said that it's humane to be with people. It's really hard to leave, but it's not as good as to meet.
Shengchazi
It's hard to return to Pu after falling rain. When will the resentment stop? Move to the head of the stream. Wander around the Mulan boat, and go astray into the Shuangyuanpu.
It's frivolous for no reason, and it's raining in the dark. The green sleeves are too cold to speak to the lotus.
When the official body is idle for a few days, when will things be enough? Your appearance is not red, and my temples are not green.
The pomegranate is full of fragrance, and the golden thread is affectionate. And There are only a handful of fragrant flowers near. Who sent a plum blossom to report the letter to the south of the Yangtze River?
Nanxiangzi
The water is green and tidal, and Zhulan Xiaodu Bridge is on the water. On the bridge, her daughter is smiling and enchanting, leaning on the wicker.
On the moonlit night and the flower dynasty, she whispered the jade flute. Liu layman looked back, far away. I don't know the road to Guanshan in my dream, but I should wait for a short book to break the hatred, but it should be late, or when the jade pillow is cool.
Nanxiangzi
Painting ducks is lazy and fragrant, and embroidering flowers still shows the old Yuanyang. It's not like worrying about the dawn, leaving the bed empty and carefully picking up the silver lamp, complaining about the long leak.
After a few jathyapple waves, the dream soul will come to the orchid room with the moon. People who sleep can't forget it. Today is not as healthy as the day before yesterday. The wine is bleak, and the new hatred still adds to the old hatred.
Qingpingle
You can't stay, but you can get drunk and go to Lanzhou. You can walk along the green water road and pass the place where Xiaoying cries.
The willows on the ferry are green, and the branches and leaves are divorced. Since then, you can't send the brocade book, and there is no evidence for painting the building.
Qingpingle. As long as today is heartless.
Qingping Music
The strings are freehand brushwork, and the meaning is broken. The book is full of things, and I still hate that it is difficult to send it.
Lying listening to the rain-dispelling phoenix tree, the moonlight is dim after the rain. Where is the dream of the night?
Qingping Music
The ripples are blue, and the water is clear. It is folded.
Tears can't stop dripping on the window, so I spin ink on the inkstone. I gradually write goodbye, and the red note is colorless in the depths of this situation.
Sauvignon Blanc
Sauvignon Blanc, Sauvignon Blanc. If you ask about lovesickness, unless you meet each other.
sauvignon blanc, sauvignon blanc. I don't know who I want to talk about acacia.
Magnolia
The swing yard is covered with heavy curtains, and colored pens are idle to embroider the door. There are more flowers on the wall than flowers in the rain, and there are green flocks outside the door.
If you know where the clouds are, you should make a dream of helping the king. Zi Ai knows the old trail and hisses across the road on the east side of the painting bridge.
Magnolia
At first, she hated the late flowering, leaving later. I'm afraid the afterlife will be short.
Bodhisattva Man
As soon as he plays the Xiangjiang River tune, the sound will be as green as Xiangbo. Fingering thirteen strings, he will spread the deep hatred.
When the banquet is slow, the jade column will fly sideways. When it hits the heartbroken, the eyebrows of the spring mountain will be low.
Bodhisattva Man
If you want to meet, you will miss each other, and you will be willing to be shallow. I'm still waiting for Iraq.
When Bodhisattva Man
came to Yangliuqiao Road, there was a dark phase in the song. The bright moon had a good karma, but it was not round yet.
But I went to find a fragrant grass and painted a fan to cover the light rain. Flying catkins should not be heartless, and people should laugh at idle flowers.
The green peony
The green sleeves are sparse, and the cool leaves urge the swallow to return. Quietly remembering the end of the world. It's shorter than this. Try to make an appointment with Luan Jian. Pass on the good wishes in the vegetarian period, and Nanyun should have a new wild goose.
Yulouchun
The east wind is ruthless, and the bright pink is blowing all over the ground. The shade of the blue building doesn't cover the sorrow, but it's like last year's today.
Who knows that it took tears to board everywhere. At this time, the golden lamp must be straight and deep, and it's all gone. The eyebrows are as beautiful as the moon.
When I came here, I was drunk under the flag pavilion, and I knew who helped me get on the horse. I remembered that I had picked up the five-watch lamp, but I didn't remember how many words I had left.
Ruan Langgui
The old incense powder was as bad as before, and people's love and hate were worse. There were still several running scripts in a spring, but Qiu Lai's books were even more sparse.
The phoenix was cold, and the pillow was lonely. Human feelings are like hometown.
Lan Peizi, with yellow chrysanthemums, is diligent in dealing with the old madness. If you want to change your intoxication into sadness, you should not be heartbroken by singing songs.
Ruan Langgui
The pink marks are printed with jade tips, and the red cries in the evening. The old is cold and the new is warm, and the plum leaves the snow.
Ran Ran in spring, I hate it. The makeup is gorgeous, but the letter of youth is poor. Yusheng still loves peach blossoms, but he has not missed his home tonight.
Huanxisha
The wine near the flag pavilion is easy to sink, and when he spends time, he is drunk, accompanied by people singing and laughing, and lazy to comb his makeup.
The outdoor green Yang Chun is a horse, and the red candle is ringing in front of his bed at night, so he can still solve his feelings when he meets.
The phoenix tower strives to see the roadside situation.
For six months,
the green shade is gone in spring, and the flocks are flying around the fragrant pavilion. Come to Cuimei Palace in the evening, and learn from the distant mountains skillfully. I haven't said an inch of madness, but I've turned to the waves.
The painting curtain is wonderful, and the idle people are secretly allowed to steal [scoop].
There are many books before. The moon is blooming in the old corner of the courtyard.
Six orders
Snow remnants wind letter, melodious spring news. The horizon leans against the building, and the willows are a little blue. There are still few geese in the south, and the brocade words are unprovoked.
Baochai Yao seats, in the sound of colorful strings, are spelled as honored guests before.
When I think about thinning the plum blossoms, it will be fragrant and white at the end of the month. Who will go around later? There are even more sentimental personal memories.
Worrying about leaning on the column makes you
Look at the smoke in Jiangge, and hate spring. There are also tears when you smell the flute, and the east wind is full of wine.
When the grass is green and red, the setting sun is outside, and the water is far away. It is as muddy as a lotus pillow, in the picture.
The trees in the south of Yujie Street
The snow is full. It rained a few times in the dim light. In late spring, the horse stepped on the moss, and once stood deep beside the green shade.
The fallen flowers are still there, but the fragrance screen is empty, and people know where they are.
Langtaosha
The little green flowers are red, and the flowers are blooming and falling, just like the previous year. But I hate the place where the flowers joined hands, and the past is empty.
The mountains are far away and the water is heavy, and it is hard to meet a smile. Zeng * * * leans against the dusk.
The wind has a rhyme, and the moon has no trace, and the soul disappears. I plan to write about the lingering flowers and send them to the clouds.
Broken son
Liu Xia is singing in the courtyard, and the sisters are swinging among the flowers. Remember the day of the Spring Building. Who should send Xiaolian before writing to jathyapple in the red window?
Crimson wax can accompany the tears. Break the willow in front of the door.
The sky is affectionate, but not long. After parting, tears and wine take up double sleeves.
Touch crimson lips
Make-up seats meet, and make red tears and sing golden wisps. In my mind, I promised to * * * blow away flowers.
Long love lotus fragrance, willow color Yinqiao Road. Stay for people, stay for people.