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Leaning on the window of Xiao Xuan alone, thinking on the fence (the drunkard's intention is not to drink, but to think about the past) (the drunkard's intention is not to drink and watch the romantic scenery, and the rouge is fragrant step by step)
Ten miles beside Qinhuai River, singing softly.
The string of the bamboo tube rings and the tears wet the blue shirt.
Empty, people go, tea is cold.
Lonely and empty, the court is late, and the piano is cold.
Blue ink, dancing alone.
Dress in the breeze, holding the moonlight.
Endless, ritual, hopeless
On the nutmeg swing, the boudoir locks the courtyard wall.
The blue one carried a feather fan and entered the boudoir by mistake.
Young people are always frivolous, gambling books and splashing tea.
A glimpse, from then on, hanging on the intestines.
War, armor, powerful.
Red candle flashing, ink overflowing, flustered.
Lift the bead curtain, hurry, cry, and spring.
Yu Di is harmonious, faint and sad.
Love, soul, battlefield
Dream meeting, blood stain, frontier
The lights are dim, trouble sleeping, and it's dawn.
In the end, it is difficult to stop, and the country is ruined.
Ten years of acacia, long watering Du Kang.
Tears in Qian Qian, in Qian Fan.
The clothes are thin, the wind blows, and the sorrow is bleak.
However, looking back, great changes have taken place.
Leaning against the window of Xiao Xuan, thinking on the fence.
Ten miles beside Qinhuai River, singing softly.
The string of the bamboo tube rings and the tears wet the blue shirt.
Empty, people go, tea is cold.
Lonely and empty, the court is late, and the piano is cold.
Blue ink, dancing alone.
Dress in the breeze, holding the moonlight.
Endless, ritual, hopeless
The mountains and rivers are gone, and the feelings are broken.
I skipped the shadow of Qian Fan, and the vicissitudes of life are over. Who asked each other to blossom? ...