Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Liu Yong Yulinling
Cold and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. What's more, it is a cold autumn festival. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Parting and hating Liu Yong
I hate thousands of worries. I will be young and heartfelt. The dream is broken, drunk and lonely, and the night is long and tasteless. It's a pity that Xu had a lot of thoughts before, and until now they have never ended. Alone, won sleepless and became haggard.
Add sadness and what will happen. Empty and disgusting. Nobody thought about it. I cried several times. You don't have to do anything, just go to hell and give up. Wait until the end, then ask Iraq what to do.
Liu Yong, an iris
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
Liu Yong Langtaosha
Dream, window, wind, cold light.
It's like waking up with wine and smelling empty steps, and the rain falls frequently at night.
Well, I've been a traveler for a long time.
Negative beauty, a few words of alliance, and then endure, once happy, suddenly turned into sadness.
Extremely worried. On second thought, deep in the bridal chamber, I drank several times and was scattered.
It's hard to get rid of the mandarin duck quilt for a while.
There are thousands of clouds, especially rain, and they pity each other.
Just now, forever, there is no reason to be apart from each other.
Know when, but keep Qin Yun,
I hope to lie on my pillow and talk about it in detail. Every night in my hometown, I will remember the cold more. The most artistic poetry since ancient times is love poetry. The content is permeated with the pain of parting and complicated feelings. Liu Ci is a masterpiece of love poems.