Waiting for the faint piano of a young lady in the boudoir to touch my heartstrings

Looking forward to meeting each other and putting a paper kite in front of her door every day

But the sea of people accidentally met wo~

and broke through all the iron shoes in an instant

doomed to fall on your brow

Beautiful girl

The entanglement planted in previous lives

. Side by side

Chen Yipeng's Xiguan

The dark rain in the early spring is pounding on the window

Sitting alone in a lonely courtyard, holding hands and making fragrant condensation

The flying geese who are resting in the south are far away from the north

The sunset stone street is silent

She puts a bun

stands there

and walks around the window of the hollowed-out sour branches

. And

the fragrance she took away, I don't know where to go.

Opening the scroll of poems only adds sadness.

Tears from the past dilute Dai's brow.

No one can share sorrow and joy with her.

How can she keep her wedding dress and go to the east in luxury?

How can she be deeply locked in the crossbar? Faithful and fragrant

The flying geese who are resting in the south go far away to the north

The stone street is silent at sunset

She puts a bun

She stands there

The window of the hollow sour branch wraps around the tidbits

Who's the light silk dress in her hand

Sigh at the skylight close at hand

Let's sing a song about the jade pipa when you are over the age of seven

. Tears dilute the beauty of her brow.

Despite her splendor and wealth, no one can share her sorrows and joys.

How can she stay locked in the crossbar with her wedding dress?

Wu Pinchun's Memories of Chang 'an

Spring after spring

Flowers bloom and Yan contend

alone. Chang' an

When the past is like clouds

sweet dreams are not broken

Just ask for wine like immortals in the Ming Dynasty

Remembering Chang' an

The heart is like waves of spring water

Ripples

Turn into endless lovesickness banks

Wait for flowers to bloom again, the moon to reunite

Then connect with your soul dreams

Spring after spring

.

when will it be windy and snowy?

when the past is like clouds

sweet dreams are not broken

I just want the wine of the Ming dynasty to be like fairy

I remember Chang' an

my heart is like waves of spring water

ripples

I turn it into an endless acacia lake

I wait for flowers to bloom and the moon to reunite with your soul

. > turn it into an endless lovesickness shore

wait for the flowers to bloom again, the moon to circle again

connect with your dreams again

Ai Letuan's Half-Face Makeup

The night wind gently blows away the candles and cigarettes

The flying flowers are sad

*** Holding hands has hurt people's feelings

The face of peach blossoms in the old days

Today's tears are hidden

Sitting on the windowsill alone in front of the mirror, the face is vicissitudes

People are drunk on the moon and leaning against the wall

Things are unforgettable. Who dares to be crazy

Spending a long time on idle words

Thinking alone

The role of the world is really about lies

She can't tell which is the truth. )

The moon petals seem to fade

Reflected on the lake

Lighting up the lake

Feeling of being alone

Looking at the sky quietly

I don't know how far it is

Like a lone goose out of line

swimming among the white clouds

drawing imperfect chords

smoking on the eaves

.

the morning bell flutters on the moon's slanting river

the dream is blurred before, and the sound of distant waves

the flute goes in a hurry in the long spring

like a lone goose out of the queue

swimming among the white clouds

smoking on the eaves

saying goodbye to the chimney

How much is it forever

. Sound

Flute sounds long and spring goes in a hurry

How much I hate last night's dream

Draw a picture of a beam and whisper Shuang Yan's broken dream

The morning bell flutters on the oblique river on the moon

The sound of distant waves

Flute sounds long and spring goes in a hurry

Nan Quan Mama's "Butterfly Lovers"

Faint years float back and forth

. It's hard to fall asleep

Catkin is flying, after all, it's not snow

I feel that I can't find the landscape in splashing ink again

Who did you draw?

I spread out the character description on the scroll

I never had your hand-painted thoughtfulness all night

The signature in the autograph regrets who you hurt

I can't bear to see the tears in the rice paper

You are delicate. Catkin flying is not snow after all

I feel that I can never find the landscape in splashing ink again

Who did you draw?

I spread out the characters on the scroll.

I never had you all night.

He had your hand-painted thoughtfulness.

The signature in the autograph regrets who you hurt.

I can't bear to see the tears in the rice paper.

You touch everything about him delicately. < p Who

leaves and other full water levels fall in the rainy season

I won't get away with it. I won't wait for time to be ashamed

Show Lo's "Spring Dawn at the Age of the Dike"

You are so beautiful that I miss you

I have a reflection left by you in my room, so who can smile as a beauty

The rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River is still talking about the spring dawn.

The small bridge is full of flowers and floating. Days, months, years, I am by your side

The fragments of the red walls and green tiles were covered with flying rumors for you in those years

Who enjoys the moon falling and crying? Why are flowers flying all over the sky? The moth catching fire

It's easy to draw your heart and it's hard to leave the water behind. It's a floating year in the past

Fog kisses your face in the waterside pavilion. Too much sweetness makes me drift away with the wind

Love never changes, as if it was yesterday. Yunjian and Yuelao are matchmakers, and I will lead you on the first line.

Hou Xian's Kunming Lake

I forgot to travel three thousand miles in the spring, and Kunming sent the lake to meet the rain. When Su Causeway

threw a green shadow on the thin lake, and newly tore Xiaocui's silk and satin clothes

I made a mistake by taking advantage of the beautiful spring, leaving Kunming for 17 sentences, and the poetry was crowded.

Yuncha Sumei and other water came to invite me, 2 cents. Keep in mind that

spring comes in full bloom, and spring returns to love.

The lake has a landscape hall, but my heart lives in Kunming.

Dressing up as a tea horse sends you away.

Kunming turns the lake to tears.

I want to send my heart to spring and warm it up again.

The catkins hidden last year are precious.

Melting ice into tears when I miss them unprepared.

Say "baby I don't cry" to love for me.

I moved to the guest's warm seat in Kunming, and my classmates spoke Pu 'er language. I didn't know what to say.

We exchanged greetings. Occasionally, someone should

needle and thread and ask the girl who crossed the bridge.

The table sighed on the chair, and the transfer made Qianjin

Kunming by the lake pick half a pear.

I should wake up in spring and winter. Remove the scenery outside the window

The dumb bird wants to * * * sing the knot.

Kunming turns the lake to tears.

I want to send my heart to Spring and warm it again.

The catkins hidden last year are precious.

Melt the ice into tears when I miss you.

(Half a cup of tea, half a cup of sand at the bottom of the lake, half a sentence, half a butterfly flower

Half a cup of tea. Chasing south

slowly laying rain, I also gave the teacups under the colorful clouds)

Xu Ruoxuan's Little Women

Little girls can easily see through if the flowing water is clear

Since ancient times, there have been clouds and water that can carry boats and overturn them

The southern part is soft and soft

Drops of water pierce the stone without fear

Never stand behind danger and clench your fist

Never lower than my first question ...

And I don't miss you too much ...

Right. I don't care about my shape

It's enough to have it once

Wipe it with the wind. If you want to leave, don't send it away

My little girl doesn't understand the grass spots on the sloping hillside

The wind can't bring down the weight of the human companion

You can bounce through the troubles and sorrows with a smile

It brightens the night sky

Laughing every day doesn't care who loves more

The dream is still very big. Send

my little girl without compromise

laugh every day, regardless of who loves her more

The dream is still very big, without asking who you will hold your hand

It's enough to have it once

If you want to leave with the wind, don't send it away

Laugh every day, regardless of who loves you more

It's still very big without asking who you will hold your hand. There is a smell of fragrance in the west wing.

The lady next door is still in the middle of the flower.

The shoes have forgotten the original direction.

When she is eighteen or nineteen years old, she is melancholy.

How to reward the flowers in the pot?

Compare the girl with it.

Make a piece of flower paste beside the flower.

It's not March that can intoxicate people.

Before the summer solstice. How many volumes of famous paintings have been copied?

The dream of an ignorant scholar exists in the west wing. Just as a teenager,

I passed through the west wing again.

I daydreamed twelve years ago.

I wrote a song titled "You and Me" in those days.

I passed through the west wing again.

Twelve years later, man of great talent is still empty.

.

Who is humming Li Sao under the flower?

It's still early for the scholar to catch the exam.

You should report your fame to

Birds in the tree

Why do you frown

People on the ground

Drunk for a love word

Fan Yichen's Drunken Brothel

Tan-colored lips

With a faint touch of mandarin duck yellow on the forehead. P > There's nothing to tell

what's wrong with making a fake play since I followed the wind and dust

Even if it's a dream, there's no need to pierce it

The brothel is full

Only the sound of wind and rain is silent outside the door

I'm late

I'm still flying in the country

even though I'm slightly drunk. Silence outside the door

The brush has been dipped in ink

It is slowly writing something on the rice paper

Flowers in bud

After a while, they quietly fall

Loneliness that no one can read

The candlelight is also faint

The night is red

Yuan Yaofa's Flowers Falling with the Wind

Looking up at the moon, the wind is clear and you are there. Autumn

How many storms in life always make people worry

Looking back, it's only that long time

Looking at your eyes under the moon and holding my hand

Just like flowers will still fly in the wind

I will never regret having you to accompany me to get drunk in this life

The more black people are guilty at night, the more your beautification haunts my dream

The wind blows and the flowers fall, and I don't regret loving you with this life

The piano music lingers. Kevin's Red Beans

The river sees the quiet mulberry trees see the emaciation

Swallows that come and go to the south take away the homesickness

It is a lazy freedom for people to meet after dusk

When they think of red beans, their faces will remain the same

Whoever looks at the east of the Queqiao Bridge is willing to wait

Who looks at the east of the Queqiao Bridge is not enough

Four steps and one step. > can acacia red beans still stay for another night

put down the bamboo basket and end up with the gentleness of drunkenness

don't take the red beans away for fear that you will be too late to look back

the beautiful clouds and the old and astringent long skirts

things can only be moved for a few years, but who will stay here

the repaired roof is a piece of white clouds

I can forget the scenery that I can't forget

I forgot others. .

I'll make it up if I want to.

I hope you like it. ...