1. Passionate sentiments have hurt parting since ancient times, making it even more embarrassing and neglecting the Qingqiu Festival!
2. The onset of illness makes the hair fade. Lying down and watching the waning moon on the window screen. Fry the cardamom tips into water and do not use them as tea. It is good to relax with poems and books on the pillow, and the scenery in front of the door is beautiful when the rain comes. Borrowing from many people all day long, mignonette.
3. Looking back, the lights have not dimmed, only loneliness is singing.
4. Who is interested in opening up Hongmeng? All just for the romantic love.
5. Offer sacrifices to the dark incense, bury smiles, wipe away tears, wander in reverie, listen to the sound of wind, and express lamentations.
6. Even if you shed tears, there will be traces of what you can do, and it will be difficult to express your words without words.
7. Lingao Pavilion. The chaotic mountains and plains are covered with thin smoke. The smoke is thin. After the crow returns, I hear the horn at dusk. The fragrance is broken and the wine is full of evil feelings. The west wind urges the parasol trees to fall. The sycamore tree fell. Autumn colors are still there again, and loneliness is still there.
8. On the flower-selling pole. I bought a branch of spring ready to bloom. Tears stain lightly. There are still traces of Tongxiaxiao dew. Afraid guessed. Slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The hairpin on the temples is slanted. The apprentice wants to teach Lang how to compare and see.
9. Drunk at night and leaning against the green wall, I glance at my love with tears in my eyes.
10. The mist is thick and the clouds are full of sorrow. Rui Nao eliminates the gold beast. It’s the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. Jade pillows and gauze kitchens make it cool in the middle of the night. Dongli drinks wine after dusk. There is a subtle fragrance filling the sleeves. There is no way to lose one's soul. The west wind blows behind the curtain, and people are as thin as yellow flowers.
11. It is light enough to crush gold. Cut into layers of jasper leaves. His demeanor and spirit are as bright as Yanfu's. Plum pistils are heavy, why are they so vulgar? Lilacs are knotted with thousands of knots and are bitter. It makes people dream about thousands of miles, but it is ruthless.
12. It’s too late to remove makeup when you’re drunk at night. The calyx is inserted into the remaining branches. Awakening from alcohol breaks spring sleep, and dreams are far from coming back. The people are quiet and the moon is shining. The green curtain hangs down. More remaining stamens, more lingering fragrance, more time.
13. The bun hurts the spring and makes you more combed. The plum blossoms are falling in the evening breeze courtyard. The light clouds come and go and the moon is sparse. The jade duck incense burner is busy with the brain, and the red cherry blossom tent covers the tassels. Tongxi also solves the cold problem.
14. The wind abides in the dust and the fragrant flowers are gone. I am tired of combing my hair day and night. Things are different and people are not the same. If you want to speak, tears will flow first. I heard that the spring in Shuangxi is still good, so I plan to take a boat trip. I'm just afraid of the Shuanggai boat. Unable to carry and full of sorrow.
15. Don’t hide your makeup with tears, write articles one after another, and never return to the past.
16. Dili Spring Festival Gala. Chongmen deep courtyard. In front of the green grass steps, wild geese break off at dusk. Who is sending the message upstairs? Hate endlessly. Passionate nature leads to provocation. It's hard to put together a house and it's cold food. Swinging alleys, people are quiet and the moon is setting at the beginning of the month. Dip pear blossoms.
17. Who planted a banana tree in front of the window, filling the atrium with shade? The atrium is filled with shadow. Ye Ye's heart is relaxed and full of emotions. It rains in the middle of the night on the sad pillow, and it rains every bit. Bit by bit. I am worried that the people from the north are not used to getting up and listening.
18. Spring has arrived and the grass is green in Changmen. Some of the Jiangmei seeds are broken and have not bloomed evenly. The green cloud cage grinds the jade into dust. Leave a dream of dawn, and be shocked by the spring. The shadows of flowers weigh heavily on the door. The sparse curtains spread out the moonlight, it's a good dusk. In the second year, he lost to Dongjun three times. When I return, I intend to spend this spring.
19. It is already dusk, I am so sad and unbearably lonely, I have a few cups of tea, and a little residual warmth is floating in my chest.
20. The flowers drift and the water flows. One kind of lovesickness, two places of idle sorrow.
21. Covered by gauze, my heart is haggard, and my body is graceful, just for once to dance gracefully.
22. The courtyard is a little deeper, and spring is late in the cloud window and foggy pavilion. For whom do you lose your beauty by being haggard? It’s good to have clear dreams at night, and it should be from Nanzhi. The jade is thin and the sandalwood is light and infinitely hateful. The Qiang pipes in the south tower are no longer playing. Who knows when the strong fragrance is blown away. The warm wind blows late, so don't let the apricot blossoms grow fat.
23. This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at that time.
24. In the lonely night, wandering alone, the slightest bit of cold air slowly passed through my heart, and I suddenly looked back.
25. Looking back at this moment, it is already the flowers in the mirror and the moon in the water.
26. At this time, the meteor glides by, make a wish. On the shore, the flowers have become silent.
27. Life is just about meeting each other for the first time, so why be sad and hate parting.
28. The slightest concern floats my heart. Have you ever remembered? The clear picture, the warmth of the night, the romance under the moon, your intoxicating smile?
29. Sing and talk quietly alone, praising seven words and six strings.
30. Why? I am also worried about writing new words.
31. The wind and waves on the lake are vast. Autumn is late, and the red color is rare and fragrant. The beauty of the water, the mountains, and the intimacy with people are indescribable and infinitely good. The lotus seeds have become old lotus leaves. Green dew wash, Pinghua Tingcao. The gulls and herons sleeping in the sand do not look back, and they seem to hate that people return early.
32. The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the creek bridges are thin, the grass is smoked and the wind is warm and the bridles are shaking. The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite. The distance is like spring water. Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don't lean on the dangerous railing near the high building. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.
33. Charm and grace are not enough. The sweet orange in front of you can be a slave. Who can pity me who lives in the rivers and lakes, whose jade bones and ice muscles refuse to wither? Who taught me how to pick branches with stems and stems together? After being drunk, Emperor Ming relied on Taizhen. The layman is really interested in breaking it apart. He wants to sing the new flavor of the two families.