1, the threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and blue tears, the curtain is light and cold, and swallows fly away. The bright moon does not know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness. It shines obliquely over the west wind and withered green trees in Zhuhu Lake last night, standing alone on a tall building and looking at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
2, ask the world, what is love, teach life and death? Flying in all directions, the old wings have returned to heat several times. Have fun, leave the bitterness, and there will be more children in school. Look at what to say: Wan Li clouds, Qian Shan sunset snow only to whom? Cross grave road, loneliness is in the head drum, smoke is still there. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous, I don't believe it. Swallows in the camp are all yellow. Thousands of years will last forever, leaving people to shine, sing and drink crazily, and visit Qiu Yan.
3, who read the west wind alone cool, rustling yellow leaves close the window, nostalgic for the sunset. It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
There are no birds in hundreds of mountains, and there are no footprints in thousands of paths. Raising Li Weng in a lonely boat, the old man fishing for cold river snow.
5, the rain outside the curtain, the spring is bleak. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a guest in my dream, but I am greedy and happy. 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.
6. There was a sharp wind blowing in the wide sky, and the apes sobbed and dived from the clear sand that the birds flew back. The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably. Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness. Hard work, bitterness, heartache and fatigue are a thick layer of dust in my wine.
7. I sat alone in the fence, playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue.