Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn.
Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone.
Who sent the brocade book?
The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.
There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Xin Qiji, Late Spring in Zhu Yingtai
When Baochai broke it in half and left Taoye Ferry, Nanpu was already bleak, and smoke hung over weeping willows. I'm afraid of climbing up high-rise buildings. It's windy and rainy for nine days in ten days. The fallen petals are heartbroken, and the wind and rain have destroyed people. Who advised Huang Yuan not to cry?
Look at the flower clusters on the temples, and it will be people's fate to calculate the number of petals, just to put on the flower clusters and take off the numbers. The dim light reflected Luo Zhang, and I couldn't cry in my dream: It was spring that brought me sadness. Now where is spring? But don't take the sadness away.
Millet separation
He is separated from Xiaomi. He is a seedling of Xiaomi.
The line is decadent and the center is shaken.
Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.
Heaven is long! Who is this?
Millet is separated, and the ears of millet are separated.
Walking is decadent and the center is drunk.
Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.
Heaven is long! Who is this?
The separation of millet is the reality of millet.
Walking decadent, center suffocation.
Those who know me make me worry, and those who don't know me make me want.
Heaven is long! Who is this?
Yulinling
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. 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 of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?