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The peach and plum blossoms are in the dark, who is on the swing, smiling and whispering. There are thousands of emotions in the heart, and there is no place to arrange in the world.

Lang Tao Sand

The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, the spring is fading, and the quilt cannot bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I don’t know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for pleasure.

Don’t be lonely alone! Infinite world , it’s easy to say goodbye but hard to see. The flowers are falling and spring is gone, heaven and earth.

See each other happily

The flowers in the forest have withered the spring red, it’s too hasty , but the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening.

The tears of rouge and the drunkenness of each other will last forever. Naturally, life grows and hates water forever!

Continuous pruning and confusion remain, which is the sorrow of divorce, not the ordinary feeling in the heart.

Poppy

When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do we know about the past. There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the moonlight.

The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward.

Midnight Song

How can we avoid sorrow and sorrow in life? There is no limit to the ecstasy of my love! The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears when I feel it.

Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. The past has become empty, still like a dream.

Sauvignon Blanc

One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red.

The ju flowers are blooming, but the ju flowers are withered, and the wild geese flying high are not returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.

The night cries

Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat.

Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes to an end. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but other than that it is unsuitable.

Breaking Time

In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have we known war?

Once you become a captive, you will sink your waist and wear your temples. On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, farewell songs are still played in the church hall. Weeping to Gong E.

Langtaosha

The past can only be sad, but it is difficult to look at the scenery. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard. As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long?

The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly. Think of the shadow of Jade Tower and Yao Palace, shining in the sky over Qinhuai!

Qingpingle

Don’t come in the middle of spring, it will touch your eyes and break your heart. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed.

There is no proof of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is like grass in spring, we can travel farther and still be alive.

Huanxi yarn

I returned home from a dream while turning the candle, looking for traces of my past, but I was disappointed that the wish of heaven was not fulfilled.

Waiting for the moon pool platform to empty and the water disappearing, and the shaded flower pavilions to have a slanting light, I would not hesitate to put on more clothes when I climbed up.

Xie Xinen

After the empty guests in the court returned, the painting hall was half-covered with bead curtains. The forest wind was blowing and the night was boring. The crescent moon of the small building looks back on its own slenderness.

In Chunguang Town, people are old and empty, so why should we hate the new sorrows? The golden window is still in a state of confusion when it is exhausted. The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken beauty.

Present to the twelfth brother of King Zheng

The east wind blows the water and the sun carries the mountains. When spring comes, it is long and leisurely. The flowers are falling, the wine is in ruins, and the music is playing in a drunken dream.

Who can groom the emerald servant girl if she wears her clothes quietly and wears her makeup at night? I linger in the scenery to cherish the beauty, and lean against the lantern alone at dusk.

Poppy

The wind returns to the small courtyard, turning green, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I was silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon were still the same as before.

The music and songs have not yet dispersed, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the dark painting is deep in the building. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to bear.

Santai Order

Don’t sleep and get tired of the long watch, put on your clothes and go out.

The moon is cold, the autumn bamboos are cold, and the wind cuts through the windows at night.

Huanxi Sand

The red sun is already three feet high, the golden furnace adds fragrant beasts one after another, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step.

The beautiful lady dances with gold hairpins, sniffs flower stamens when she is drunk, and hears the playing of flutes and drums in the distance from the other hall.

Spring in the Jade House

The evening makeup has begun to brighten the skin with snow, and the concubines and concubines in the Spring Palace are lined up. The phoenix flute blows through the water and the clouds are idle, and the colorful clothes are played again and the song is heard.

Who is more fragrant in the wind? Drunk and charming. When I return home, I will put off the red candles and wait for the horse's hooves to clear the night moon.

Geng Luzi

Golden bird hairpin, red pink noodles, temporarily meet in the flower. Knowing my intention and feeling your pity, I need to ask Heaven for this feeling.

The fragrance turns into ears, the wax turns into tears, and it still seems like the two people’s thoughts. The pillow is greasy, the brocade quilt is cold, and I feel more leaky and residual.

The Bodhisattva Man

The flowers are bright and the moon is dim and the mist is dim. Today, the sky is going to Langbian! Wear shorts and stockings while walking up the fragrant steps, and carry gold-leafed shoes.

See you on the south bank of the painting hall, I always tremble when I lean against someone. It is difficult for a slave to come out, so teach him to show mercy to you.

Also

The women on the closed rooftop of Penglai courtyard were speechless while sleeping in the painting hall during the day. Throw your pillow under the green cloud light, and smell the strange fragrance while embroidering your clothes.

The bead lock moved latently, and I was shocked to realize the silver screen dream. His face was filled with a slow smile, and he looked at each other with infinite affection.

Also

The rhyme of the copper spring is crisp and cold, and the sound of the cold bamboo is slow, and the new sound is played slowly and delicately. The eyes are dark, and the eyes are full of eyes.

The rain clouds are deep in the embroidered house, and it is in harmony when you come. After the banquet, it was empty again, and my soul was lost in a spring dream

The migrating orioles

The dawn moon fell, the clouds were faint, and I leaned on the pillow speechless. Dreaming back to the fragrant grass, the sound of wild geese is rare in the distance.

The singing orioles are scattered, the remaining flowers are scattered, and the lonely painting hall is deep in the courtyard. Pian Hongxiu swept away Cong Yi, leaving the dancers to return.

Sauvignon Blanc

There is a cloud, a jade shuttle, a thin shirt, and a pair of snails.

The autumn winds are strong and the rain is gentle. Outside the curtains there are banana trees in their nests. The night is long and there is nothing anyone can do!

A handful of beads

After putting on her evening makeup, Shen Tan lightly added some beads. Showing the cloves to others, singing a clear song, temporarily causing the cherries to burst.

The sleeves of the sleeves are still beautiful, and the cup is soaked with fragrant mash and worms. Leaning on the embroidered bed, she is so delicate that she chews red velvet and smiles at Tanlang.

Midnight Song

Looking for spring must come early in the spring, and don’t wait for the flowers to grow old. The ethereal jade is soft, the fermented grains are floating on the cup, and the surface is clear.

Why not smile frequently and return home late in spring in the forbidden garden. When drunk and leisurely, the poem is completed with Jiegu.

Hua Pozi in the Back Courtyard

In front of the back court of Yushu, in front of the Yaocao makeup mirror. Last year the flowers did not grow old, this year the moon is full again.

Don’t teach sideways, be with the moon and flowers, God will teach you how to grow young.

(Perhaps written by Feng Yansi)

The Fisherman

The waves are like a thousand layers of snow, and the peach and plum trees are like a silent team of spring. With a pot of wine and a pole of fiber, how many people are there like Nong in the world?

Again

A spring breeze, a boat, a cocoon and a light hook. Flowers are all over the lake, wine is all over the place, and you can feel free in the vast expanse of waves.

Geng Leizi

The willow silk is long, the spring rain is thin, and the sound of leaking outside the flowers is heard far away. The geese are frightened, the crows are rising in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen.

The fragrant mist is thin and penetrates the heavy curtain, melancholy Xiejiachi Pavilion. The red candle is on the back, the embroidered drapery is hanging down, Meng Changjun doesn't know.

Willow branches

The style is getting old and spring is shy, and the soul everywhere feels like traveling; the long thank you seems familiar, and the strong hanging tobacco stalks are brushing people's heads.

Ruan Lang returns

Picking mulberry seeds

In front of the pavilion, all the red maidens are chasing each other, and the dance is lingering. The drizzle falls slightly, and the eyebrows are temporarily opened.

The calm and fragrant sound of the green window is broken, and the fragrant seal turns to ashes. I can't help but feel like I'm about to fall asleep and fall into a dream.

Taolian Ziling

The deep courtyard is quiet, the small court is empty, and the intermittent cold wind blows. Helpless, the night is long and I can't sleep. Several sounds and the moon come to the curtains.

Tao Lianzi

The hair on the temples is messy, the makeup is worn out at night, and the eyebrows are full of hatred. The fragrant cheeks are leaning against the spring bamboo shoots, for whom are they leaning against the railing with tears?

Picking mulberry seeds

It is late to go to work on the Jinjing sycamores, and a few trees are startling autumn. Day rain brings new sorrow. The centipede shrimp whiskers are on the jade hook.

The Qiong window is broken by two moths in spring. Looking back, I want to send my scales to swim, but the nine winding cold waves do not follow the current.

Sauvignon Blanc

One layer of mountains, two layers of mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, the acacia maple leaves are red.

The ju flowers are blooming, but the ju flowers are withered, and the wild geese flying high are not returned, and the wind and moon are idle behind the curtain.

Xie Xin'en

There is no flute-playing girl in Qin Tower, leaving only the scenery of Shangyuan. The pink flower and golden pistil are low and high. The east wind makes me smell fragrant.

The dream of Qiongchuang□ (original lack) will be left for the rest of the day, how much hatred I had in those days! The green stems reflect the weeping poplar trees. We meet temporarily, just like dreaming and thinking too lazily.

Also

The month before the cherry blossoms have fallen all over the stairs, they are like a bed leaning against a smoked cage. Far like last year today, the hatred is still the same.

The two servant girls are haggard and cloudy, and their breasts are red with tears. Where is the pain of lovesickness? The screen window is in a drunken dream.

Also

After the empty guests in the courtyard returned, the painting hall was half-covered with a bead curtain. Lin Feng is tired of the night. The new moon in the small building looks back on its own slenderness.

The people in Chunguang Town are old and empty, so why worry about new sorrows? Jin Chuang is still sleepy after being trapped. The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken beauty.

Again

The slow autumn light cannot be retained, and the red leaves are full of dusk. It's the Double Ninth Festival again, and the fragrance of dogwood falls on the pavilion.

Purple Ju Qi floats in the courtyard, and the evening mist drizzles. Yongyongxin's wild geese swallow cold sounds, and the sorrow and hatred are the same every year.

Linjiang Fairy

The cherries have fallen and gone back to spring, and the butterflies are turning their heads and flying away. In the west of the small building, Zigui cries about the moon, and the curtains are covered with jade hooks, and the melancholy twilight smoke hangs down.

After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, Wangcan Tobacco was in the doldrums. The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.

Breaking Time

In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower are connected to the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have we known war?

Once you become a captive, you will sink your waist and wear your temples. On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, farewell songs are still played in the church hall. Weeping to Gong E.

Looking south of the Yangtze River

Idle dreams are far away, and the southern country is in full bloom. There is an orchestra on the boat and the river is facing Lu, and the city is full of flying catkins and light dust, busy killing flower watchers!

Also

Idle dreams are far away, and it is autumn in the south. Thousands of miles of cold mountains and rivers are far away, and a lonely boat is parked deep in the reed flowers. The flute is in Yueming Tower.

Looking at Jiangnan

How much hatred was in my dream last night. It still feels like the old days when you were swimming in Shangyuan, the cars were like flowing water and the horses were like dragons; the flowery moon was in the spring breeze!

Again

How many tears, the broken face regained its shape. Don't talk about your worries with tears, Feng Sheng will not cry when you cry; there is no doubt that your heart will be broken!

The night cries

Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat.

Everything in the world goes with the flow, but only a dream comes to an end. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but other than that it is unsuitable.

Huanxi Sha

I returned home from a dream while turning the candle, looking for traces of my past, but I was disappointed that the wish of heaven was not fulfilled.

Waiting for the moon pool platform to empty and the water disappearing, and the shady flower pavilion to have a slanting light, I would not hesitate to put on more clothes when I climbed up.

Xiaoyu 2008-08-04 21:47