When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward!
When did the beautiful time of spring flowers and autumn moon end? How much do you remember from before? Last night, there was a spring breeze blowing in the small building. On this bright night, how can I bear the pain of thinking of my hometown? Carefully carved railings and jade steps should still be there, but the people I miss are aging. Ask me how much sadness I have in my heart, just like the endless flow of water from the spring river to the east.
2. Langtaosha order
Outside the curtain, the rain is gurgling, spring is fading, and Luo Can can't stand the cold. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the rich spring scenery will also disappear. Even the brocade quilt covered with Luo Zhi can't stand the cold and cold during the May Watch. Only when you forget that you are a passer-by in your dreams can you enjoy the movie. Don't lean against the railing and overlook. The infinite mountains and rivers of the past are no longer the mountains and rivers of Nantang. It's easy to leave, but difficult to see my hometown again. In the past, the red flowers withered, just like the lost river went back with the spring. Compared with the past, one is the sky and the other is the earth.
3. Yu Meiren
The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.
When the spring breeze comes back, the weeds in the yard are blown green, and the willows sprout new buds and continue to come to this world year after year in spring. A person leaning against the railing for a long time, there is nothing to say. Although the bamboo crescent moon is as good as that year, there is no situation and mood when enjoying the moon. The music continued to play, and before the party was over, the ice in the pool began to melt. Late at night, the magnificent and exquisite imperial room became deep. My temples are gray and I am old and weak. I can't stand this extreme worry.
4-5, two songs by Wang Jiangnan
Idle dreams are far away, and flowers bloom in the south. The orchestral river on board is green, and the city is full of flying flocs and light dust. Worried about killing the flower watcher. Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Cool dusk, thousands of miles away, the boat is deep in the reeds, and the flute is on the moon floor!
Leisure dreams are far away, and spring in the south is just right. The sound of orchestral strings on the boat is endless, the river is green, the catkins are all over the sky, and the faint dust is rolling, which is busy for people who look at flowers. Idle dreams are far away, and the old country of the Southern Tang Dynasty is in the clear autumn. The vast mountains and rivers are shrouded in faint autumn colors. There is a lonely boat in the depths of the beautiful reed flower, and the melodious flute echoes in the high-rise building full of moonlight.
6-7. Memories of Two Jiangnan Areas
How much hate, in my dream last night. Just like swimming in the garden in the old days. In Ma Rulong, where cars are like flowing water, flowers and the moon are spring breeze. How many tears, sleeves are covered. Don't worry about tears, Shengfeng doesn't blow on the moon, and heartbroken is even more obvious.
How many regrets, all in last night's dream. In my dream, I seem to be the monarch of my old country and often play in the garden. Cars pass by one after another like running water, and horses flow like dragons. Full moon and spring breeze are intoxicating.
8. Qingpingle
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Left, the spring has passed halfway, and the scenery you see is heartbreaking. Bai Meihua, which falls on the steps, is like a snowflake, unconsciously swept away and covered. Although Hongyan came, the letter was not sent. It's a long way and it's difficult to go home. The sadness of parting is like the weeds in spring. The farther you go, the more prosperous it will be.
9.Linjiang County
In spring, cherry blossoms bloom and golden butterflies fly. Sub-rules crow at the west of the small building, with jade hooks and curtains, and melancholy dusk smoke hangs down. Don't be lonely in the alley, hope that the smoke will fade away. The stove is fragrant and idle, and the phoenix is empty. In retrospect, I hate Yiyi.
All the cherries have fallen, and spring has gone. Only butterflies are still flying with silver-gray wings. Zi Gui cries blood every night in the west of Xiaolou, leaning against the jade hook in the window and looking at the curtain with low smoke. The crowd gradually dispersed, the alley was deserted, and only the lingering tobacco smell was unclear. The cigarettes in the stove swayed gently with the wind and were painted around the phoenix on the incense burner. But when I saw her with a sad face and a ribbon, I only felt hatred when I looked back.
10, loser
Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. How many times did you know each other because of a fight? Once classified as ministers, Shen Yao and Pan were killed. On the day when he resigned from the temple in a hurry, Jiao Fang still played farewell songs and cried for Gong E. ..
Southern Tang Dynasty has a history of 40 years since its establishment, with vast territory and magnificent mountains and rivers. The palace is tall and majestic, connected with the sky. The precious flowers and trees in the palace are lush, with flowers everywhere and vines entwined. When did you experience swords and halberds and wars? Since I became a prisoner, I have been worried, puzzled, haggard and emaciated, and my temples are gray. What I remember best is that when I left the ancestral hall in a hurry, the band was still playing a sad farewell song. This situation makes me very sad. I can only cry in front of the maids.
1 1, fisherman
The waves mean a thousand miles of snow, and the peach blossoms are silent. How many people are happy with a pot of wine and a stick?
Thousands of miles of waves on the river are like snow, and rows of peach blossoms are in full bloom on the shore. Although they are silent, they are full of spring. How many people in this world are so free and happy with a pot of wine and a fishing rod in their hands?
12- 13, two pieces of sauvignon blanc
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold. Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The geese have flown to the west, and the people have not returned. Clouds are whirlpools and jade is a shuttle. This shirt is thin and light. There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three banana nests outside the curtain, and the night is too long for people to help.
Heavy and heavy, mountains overlap. The mountains are far away and the sky is high, and the smoke and water are cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves. Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and the four seasons alternate. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, and the people who miss them have not come back yet. Only the romance outside the curtain is carefree.
14, midnight song
How can we avoid the sadness and hate in life, and what is the limit of ecstasy! The dream of the old country is back, and I feel tears falling down my eyes. Who is the tallest building? Remember that autumn is sunny. The past is empty, still like a dream.
How to avoid the sadness and hatred of life? Only I am sad! I dreamed that I had returned to my old country. When I woke up, my tears fell. Who will climb the building with me? I will always remember a sunny autumn, looking out from a tall building. The past is empty, as if in a dream.
15- 16, two songs about meeting each other.
Silently alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn in the deep courtyard. Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, don't have a taste in your heart. Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. When you are drunk, you should be heavy. Natural people hate water when they grow up.
Lonely people are silent and slowly climb up the west building alone. Looking up at the sky, the waning moon is like a hook. The buttonwood trees in the courtyard are lonely, and the deep courtyard is shrouded in cold and desolate autumn colors. It's the pain of national subjugation, and it's been cut all the time. This kind of worry about divorce and missing is another flavor in my mind now.
17, order of playing games
Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind. But the night is long and people sleep, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
The autumn wind brings cold anvil sounds, especially in the small courtyard. But it's hard to sleep at night, and the sound of anvil and moonlight penetrate into the curtains, which makes people sad.
18, Night Cry
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage often drips on the pillow, so he can't sit on his back. The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
It was stormy last night, and the curtains covering the windows were rustled by the autumn wind. There is not much candle burning, the water in the pot has leaked out, and I can't sleep by leaning on the pillow again and again. Lying down and sitting up can't keep your head steady. Things in the world, like flowing water that has gone to the East, are gone forever. Thinking about my life is like a big dream. Only when you are drunk can you relieve depression, and other methods do not work.