1. buttonwood, it's raining in the middle of the night, and it's bitter to leave your feelings. A leaf, a sound, empty steps drop to the light.
2. Clouds return to the full moon dome in the valley, and a little flying frost hangs on the maple. Nanyan came back to look for the old building, but don't go east to the sky. Corrupt scholars are vain on paper, while strong men are vain at the window. I hate anyone who throws the years into the dust because of three buckets of rice.
3. The fallen flowers are boundless. The green leaves reflect the Dan calyx and go back to the golden pavilion with Jun Pei.
4. Jiangcheng has a flaming day in July, and the gate of the courtyard is opened for you.
5. After the dream, the balcony is locked high, and the curtain is lowered after waking up. When hate came in the spring of 28. The flower man is independent, and the micro-swift flies together. When Xiao Ping first saw it, she was very focused. It says acacia on the stringed instrument. When the moon is there, I have returned according to the colorful clouds.
6. I wish to meet my son, and * * * have a few years. Yes, fate has passed away, but the begonia is old.
7, string, tossing and turning; Dance, the dress is amazing. Huanong, heavy smoke and willow, a trip to the garden, and a spring breeze.
8. It's dark and green in Tingzhou at dusk in March. Yang Diying Mulan Zhou. The spring water is slippery, and the sunset is sad. Looking back at the east of Shuiqiao, the beauty has a new curtain hook. Luan is not included in the red chamber. The clouds return to Chuxia and fly to Yangzhou. -Song. Chao Buzhi's "Linjiang Fairy"
9. Whoever turns over the bleak music of Yuefu, the wind is also rustling, and the rain is also rustling, making snuff thin for another night. Knowing what's bothering me, I'm bored when I wake up, and I'm bored when I'm drunk. I've never been to Xie Qiao in my dream.
1. The shoulders of male and female servants want nothing but freedom.
11. Even if the male and female servants can swim, they still can't reach the other shore where you are stranded.
12. The male and female servants who always work for three minutes have loved you for so long. Men and women who are always forgetful at ordinary times remember you so clearly.
13. Fireworks are always a gloomy night, and only a moment is a curtain call for prosperity.
14. On the bluestone board, it's misty and rainy, and what is hazy is your vague smile. Under the bodhi tree, the songs are curled up, and what is graceful is my bustling past.
15. Maybe when we meet, we are doomed to leave each other. The bits and pieces in the story can only be remembered in memory. Perhaps, the heartbreaking pain left by the ending of each song can only be slowly released in the years. Always stand alone in the disillusioned castle, savoring the sourness and loneliness.
16. When the peach blossoms bloom, I can't escape, so I can't escape, and I will be crushed to pieces, and then I will be pushed away.
17. If you don't send a book in the cloud, you can't bear to read a piece of acacia.
18. Once you become a demon, once you become a Buddha, you end up in the world.
19. When the moon sets, the stream is poor and the shadow is clear, and the curtain hangs in Changchun.
2. Holly flowers are 1% off in one day.
21. The empty altar is full of glass, and the old tutor is bald.
22, the water falls on the red lotus, and only the rain is heard.
23. Knowing that you are sitting alone under the green porch, you have the same thoughts at this time.
24, my heart is cold and my hands are cold, and my cheeks are like snow.
25. Red dawn, breaking through eyes, timid explanation, fading back, irretrievable friendship, transparent storm, sweeping all cold tears, quietly holding hands, but unable to draw warmth, cruel words are still in my ears, intense lava will eventually cool down, fiery enthusiasm, dyed white and floating snow, falling from the sky, silent wilderness, full of lies. Once the agreement, has become futile, dumb voice, regretful mood, destroying everything, flowing beads on the moon, cruel smile riddled with holes, black soul whispering gently, rotting body singing slowly.
26. I think, no matter how old I am, I have always been a sentimental man. A song, a leaf, and a flood of water are all fragments of my sadness. Every move and smile of others will make me indulge in the boundless ideological journey.
27. When we meet, we are brewing separation. The longer we brew, the more painful it is to leave.
28, how many beauties are worn out, how many lovesickness pieces are broken, and only the blood-stained ink is left to cry. Those
29, he saw his smile, calm and gentle, just like the lotus in early summer, silent and serene, a little gentle, and a little smile like the fog around the music fountain. Just like the lotus leaves in the wind of Xizi Lake Quyuan. Just like the tiny warm light falling from the sunset, one piece fell on the clean snow. Panic finally became a thin camellia core, swaying shallowly in the white.
3. Who will pay the deep affection to the running water in the lonely time? Blue sky, yellow earth, forgetting Sichuan, helpless, it is difficult to find that white ethereal. I just want to caress another Qing song for you and sing with your harp and harp.
31. Tiangou eats the sun, and the sky falls in troubled times, and the rebels attack, and the soldiers are chaotic in Gyeonggi. Finally, ideal city, I hold you in my arms and live and die together.
32. The north wind blows away the snow in the third night, and the precious soul still loves the peach blossom moon.
33, cherish the residual red tears all over the clothes, it will never be infatuated; There is no place for people to miss each other, and if flowers bloom again, they will not be trees; Clouds can stay for a while, but they will be sad.
34. Who caresses my hair and shortens my life price?
35. People in Meibian are drunk, but Nanke is shocked by dreams. The wind tilts at night, the clouds break the moon, the shadows are thin and the makeup is light, and the drag is dark and fragrant. When you look at it, the green birds are picturesque and the green tea is poetic. Xiang Ai is half-steamed, and the high wind paints ink. The end of the world is close at hand, and the appearance has been engraved. Feng Ling, proud and calm, laughed and took off. Sip pear blossom snow, turn the luminous cup, and sing the golden melody of the past. Looking for it, a sigh and a sigh will make it an immortal record.
36. Openness is real, and being in full bloom is just a way to come over.
37. In this life, I'm following the old legend, and I'm floating lush petals for you in the tunnel of time. In the long period of my life, I string the most beautiful memories into a euphemistic melody, just to worship the most colorful reunion when the flowers are in full bloom. And I, just being forgotten-an everlasting dream.
38. Ask the flowers for whom they fall and for whom they bloom.
39. The tenth string of voiceless sounds, [sigh] The reunion of wine and lamps, the emerald green of Dani, the salty and sour vinegar sauce, and the taste make the dreams of both places complete. Shanmengnuo is a godsend.
4, if you give up earlier, it is estimated that you will not be so heartbroken; If you give up earlier, you probably won't get hurt.
41. Peach Blossom Cave is a dream of Yao and Tai. A piece of spring sorrow and who * * *?
42. Yesterday the snow was like a flower, and tomorrow it will be like snow. Sakura is like a beauty, and the beauty is easy to rest.
43. Happiness is not inevitable. Avoiding our back-to-back embrace with success is just a shadow in our hands. We run at will, and no matter which direction we go, we will eventually reach another sky. Even if there is no sun in your sky for a while, as long as you wait silently, he will always come out and hold you to the end of time.
44. The flying sand has gone all over the desert, and it has gone to the end of the world, coming and going, waving swords and riding horses at dusk, and poetry and wine taking advantage of the years. Those sands that can't go back are like the years that can't go back.
45, a wisp of smoke as soon as possible, stay in the mountains, write about the colorful fleeting time, the end of the year, the story is vast, the autumn moon is picturesque, and now it is the end of the world.
46. I fell into the mortal world, but the mortal world missed me. People say that there is deep affection on earth, but I don't know where it comes from.