The dream is blowing through the window, and the cold light is blowing. That's as good as waking up, and smelling the frequent drops of rain at night. ⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷⑷ Negative beauty, a few words of alliance, then put up with it, once happy, suddenly turned into sorrow.
I was so worried that I thought about it again and again. In the depths of the bridal chamber, I drank the songs several times and warmed the mandarin duck quilt. It takes
effort to evacuate temporarily. There are thousands of kinds of clouds, especially rain, and they pity each other.
just now, it's been a long time, and we've been separated from each other for no reason. Know when, but hold Qin Yun state? I wish you a gentle pillow,
and talk about it in detail. Every night in the countryside, it's more memorable to count the cold.
The Millennium brings Wang Anshi
Don't go to another pavilion, draw a corner in the lonely city, and the sound of autumn enters the vast space. To the east, the geese go from the sea, and to the south, the geese fall to Shatou
. Typhoon Chu, Geng Lou Yue, just like yesterday.
I'm helpless. I'm tied by some fame and fortune, but I'm helpless. Unfortunately, I'm always idle. I left China
at first, but now I miss my appointment in Qin Lou. When the dream stops, after waking up, think about it.
Yu Jie Xing Yan Jidao
The south of the street is covered with green trees and covered with snow. The flowers at the top of the tree are colorful and charming, and the people at the bottom of the tree are Zhu Hu. The north building is idle
, the curtain is sparse and high, and you can see the trees in the south of the street.
I'm so lazy that it's raining a few times. In late spring, the horse stepped on the moss, and once stayed in the shade. The fallen flowers are still
there, and the fragrance screen is empty. Where can people know?
Shui Long intones Su Shi
Yang Hua Ci by Zhang Zhifu, a second rhyme
Like a flower, it is still like a non-flower, and no one is reluctant to fall from teaching. Throw it away from the roadside, think as if it is heartless, in fact, full of deep feeling. Miss
soft intestines, sleepy eyes, want to open or close. Dream with the wind Wan Li, looking for lang, but also be warbler.
I don't hate this flower flying away, I hate the West Garden, and it's hard to compose it. It's raining after dawn, but where is the trace? Drift into the pool into a pool of duckweed. Spring
is divided into three colors, dust and running water. In detail, it seems that it is not a flower, but a little bit is a tear.
Yong Yule Su Shi
Pengcheng spent the night in the Yanzi Building, dreaming and looking forward to it. Because of this word
The moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, shedding lotus seeds, lonely and unseen. It's
like three drums, a leaf is loud and clear, and the dark dream cloud is broken. In the night, I found nowhere to find again, and I felt that I had traveled all over the small garden.
the end of the world is tired of visitors, and you will return home in the mountains, looking at your hometown. The swallow house is empty, where is the beauty? Empty lock the swallow in the building
ancient and modern times are like dreams, but there are old joys and new grievances. Different times, the night view of the Yellow House, for Yu Hao sigh.