Love Song Ci! ^_^

I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

Qing dynasty was slow.

It is forbidden to keep a low profile, and the carved fence is cleverly protected, so it will monopolize the spring. The guests were indifferent to China, and everyone was naive. It took a lot of time to be exposed to the wind and put on new makeup. Enchanting and gorgeous, jealous of the wind and laughing at the moon, long [bad belt] Dong Jun. East of the city, south of the city, there is a sun pool hall and a fragrant wheel race. Who can succeed Chen Fang after the feast? In a better Ming Palace, the recent branches are evenly distributed, the golden statue is down, and all the candles are put together, regardless of dusk.

Yongyule

The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people? Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring? Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival? Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems. Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave a green crown, draw golden snow willows, and compete with them. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.

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Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Dianjiangchun

Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.

Dianjiangchun

Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe. Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.

Huanxisha

Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.

Huanxisha

In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless. In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.

Huanxisha

The spring is chilly, the jade stove is full of smoke and lingering, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow to hide flowers. Swallows haven't come yet, so we are playing games on the grass. The willows are falling, and the plum blossoms are dying. In the evening drizzle, the swing in the garden will not swing.

Huanxisha

Steamed buns hurt spring and are more sloppy. In the early and late May, the wind fell on the courtyard, and the clouds were thin in the middle of the month. Jade ducks smoke brains, Zhu Ying covers tassels, and rhinoceros also relieves cold.

Huanxisha

Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans on Baoyu duck's fragrant cheeks, and guesses. On the one hand, it is full of charm, on the other hand, it is charming and hateful, giving you a deep affection.

Complain about one's feelings

At night, God's mouth removes makeup late, and the plum calyx sticks. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in spring and your dreams will never return. People are quiet, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

Back to Hong Sheng, the broken rinspeed, the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. The phoenix at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the hairpin phoenix wins the lamp. The sound of the trumpet urges the morning light to drain, and the morning light belongs to the cow. Flowers are ugly in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

The wind is soft, spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burning when lying in water, the fragrance will not disappear. Good things are close to the wind, flowers fall deep, and there is red snow outside the curtain. I remember for a long time that after begonia blooms, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and honors the sky, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable, miserable, and even more screaming.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Every year in the snow, I often get drunk with plum blossoms. I don't want to touch all the plum blossoms, so I win tears all over my clothes! I lived in a remote place when the plum blossoms were in bloom this year, and my ears were short and thin. Look at the plum blossom blown by the night wind, and it is probably hard to see its gorgeous.

Qin Yi goose

Forests, chaotic mountains and thin smog in Ye Ping. The smoke is thin, the crow returns, and the horns are heard at dusk. The fragrance breaks off the evil feelings, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still crisp and lonely in autumn.

Pick mulberry seeds with words

Who planted banana trees in front of the window? Yin fills the atrium; Yin fills the heart and leaves warm the heart. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain; A little rain, worried about the loss of northerners, not used to listening!

Yujiaao

The sky meets clouds, and the Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance; It's as if the dream soul belongs to the emperor, and I smell the sky and ask where I belong. I report that the road is long and there are amazing sentences in learning poetry; 90,000 Li Fengpeng lifts, the wind stops, Pengzhou blows away the three mountains.

Yujiaao

Knowing that spring is coming in the snow, the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and the face is half open and charming. In court, Jade Man put on new makeup. Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.

Subtract Mulan

When you sell flowers, you can buy a spring flower. Tears are lightly dyed evenly, and rosy clouds are exposed. Afraid lang guessed that a slave's face was not as good as a flower's. The clouds are slanting, and I want to teach Lang Biguan.

Partridge and Ginkgo biloba

Charm is not very graceful, you can be a slave first and then worship oranges. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither. Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors.

Niannujiao Chun Qing

Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides. The jade fence was dry and careless. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew in the morning, the introduction of new tung, how much is spring! The sky is crisp and the smoke is rolling. Is it sunny today?

Changshoule

Nanchang's birthday, a little cold, looking at the six leaves on the edge of the sun, the first step shows. I love the scenery and want to hang hibiscus, but I can't find the silver arrow. On this occasion, the pearl on the palm of your hand is cut. For Rongshu, this is a good couple. Up to now, every day is a noble. Glorious, step by step, forbidden, gold medals and green ribbons. Tang Di became attached to Yin, being a tiger and a bear, and dividing the river is more valuable. Kuang Qingyun is nearby. He will enter Cheng Ming at dawn and dusk. Look at the colorful clothes, ashamed of jade. I wish you a long life.

Xiangzi

The sky in autumn is not clear, and the chrysanthemum shows that the Double Ninth Festival is coming. Put on rough clothes and drink unfiltered wine. Every autumn wind and autumn brings cool autumn. The courtyard at dusk, the feeling of sadness, and the hangover after waking up make the sadness more intense. How can you stand this long night, when the moon shines on this empty bed? Listening to the distant sound of changing lanes, the long and sharp crickets, and the long-tune sound, I feel that time has passed too slowly.

Reflections on the plum blossom in the pavilion after a charming person

Jade is fragrant, sandalwood is scattered, and I hate visiting Mei this evening. Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the cloud is far away. On a sunny day forever, leaning against the fence, the green curtain hangs low. Sitting in front of the statue, the wine is full and the song is broken. Southern branches can be inserted, but they need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, do some strong management.

Fragrant Valentine's Day in China

The grass is singing and the phoenix tree is startled. The earth and the sky are sad. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor. Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy.

Lonely goose

The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind. Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full. The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.

There is a sweet smell around us.

The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand. Why climb the stairs by the water? No one is here, lonely as he Xun is in Yangzhou. Never, like rhyme, embarrassing rain, unbearable wind. Whose flute blows out deep sadness? If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is bright, and the shadow is romantic.

There is a sweet smell around us.

The pavilion hides the spring, the window sells the sun, and the painting hall is infinitely deep. The seal is burnt out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand. Why climb the stairs by the water? No one has arrived, and loneliness is like, He Xun is in Yangzhou. Never like rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, can not bear the wind. Whose flute blows out deep sadness? If you don't hate the fragrance, you can't leave the canal to sweep the trace. It's hard to say, the window is bright and the moon is light, and the film is still romantic.

Memories of oral sex on the phoenix platform

The fragrance is cold and golden. When it turns red, get up and comb your hair. Ren Bao is full of dust, curtain hook. I am afraid that I will leave my arms, but I don't want to say anything. New arrivals are thin, not dry wine, not sad autumn. Hugh. If you go back, you can't stay after going to Yangguan for thousands of times. Read Wu Lingren, smoke locks Qin Lou. Only the running water in front of the building should remember me and stare at me all day. Looking at the place, I have added new worries since then.

Slow voice

Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late in the wind. Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor. Who can pick it now? Looking out the window, how can a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!

Li Duo baiyongju

The small building is cold and the night curtain is low. Hate raining, ruthless wind and rain, night rubbing the muscles. Unlike, the imperial concubine is drunk, and unlike, Sun Shou is sad. Han Ling steals incense, and Xu Niang gives fragrance, but Mojiang doesn't write novels. If you look closely, you will find that Qu's charm is just right. When the breeze rises, the fragrance will be clear and the weight will not decrease. Autumn is fading, the snow is clear and the jade is thin, which makes people feel infinite nostalgia. It's like sadness, it's like Han Fu Ci, it's like tears and it's like poetry. There is a cool breeze in the month, the smoke is dark and the rain is dark, and the heavenly religion is gaunt and thin. I don't know how long I will stay from now on. Good human feelings, why remember more, Zepan Dongli.

Complete works of Liu Yuxi's ci (1 1)

Four ancient folk songs with seven-character poems on love or local themes

The willows in Jiang Shuiping are green, and I can hear the songs on the Langjiang River. The sun in the east and the rain in the west, the road is sunny but sunny.

Four ancient folk songs with seven-character poems on love or local themes

In spring, the wild peach blossoms on the mountain are bright red, and the Shuhe River beats the cliff on the edge of the cliff. A girl saw it and thought that her husband's love was as fleeting as this peach blossom, and infinite sadness was like this endless river of water.

Four ancient folk songs with seven-character poems on love or local themes

There are peaches and plums everywhere, and the fireworks in the clouds are others. The silver hairpin and gold hairpin came to carry water, and the long knife and short hat burned her.

Four ancient folk songs with seven-character poems on love or local themes

When the Wuxia Gorge is gray and rainy, the green apes crow the highest branch. It is not this sad voice that makes people feel sad.

Yang Liuzhi

In Jingu Garden, warblers fly wildly, and bronze camels are very cool. The east of the city is full of peaches and plums, and the struggle is like weeping willows.

Yang Liuzhi

Emperor Yang Di's palace is near the water's edge, but a few willow trees can't see spring. Yesterday, no one flew into the palace wall.

Langtaosha

Bianshui flows east with tiger's eyes, and the duck's head is clear and sorrowful. Look at the sand washing place at the ferry, but how many people have crossed the world!

Langtaosha

In August, the waves roared, and the head was several feet high, touching the back of the mountain. In a blink of an eye, I arrived at Haimen, and the rolled sand was like a snowdrift.

Elephant god

Hunan water flow, Hunan water flow, nine doubts are still worrying. Where did you ask the second concubine? Lingling vanilla dew Mid-Autumn Festival.

Elephant god

Bamboo branches, bamboo branches, tears of acacia sustenance. Chu Liuxiang, if you want to listen to Yao's hidden grievances, it's in front of the Xiangjiang River on this moonlit night.

Yang Liuzhi

Light and graceful occupy the years, and dance halls are everywhere. Once spring is over, you can't stay. Who will go with the wind?

A butterfly in love with flowers

No matter how long leisure is abandoned, every spring comes, melancholy remains.

Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

I don't know how far you are, desolate and boring. I am drifting away, and there is no book. Where can I ask?

In the middle of the night, the wind and bamboo knock on the autumn rhyme, and all the leaves are hate. Therefore, if you look for it in a single pillow, the dream will not be ignited and burned.

A butterfly in love with flowers

The yard is full of smoke, and the curtain is not heavy. Jade carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

It rains and winds in March and closes at dusk, so I don't plan to stay in spring. Tears asked the flowers to be speechless, and red flew over the swing.

Tasha shop

Waiting for the plum blossoms in the pavilion, the willows on the stream bridge are thin, and the grass is warm and swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water.

My heart softened and my eyes were full of tears, and the height of the building was not close to the dangerous fence.

Langtaosha

Drink the east wind, and * * * calmly, hang in the east of Luocheng, and always hold hands and travel around the Champs at that time.

Get together and leave in a hurry, endless. This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Where has he gone like a cloud these days? If you forget to come back, it will be the end of spring.

Tears leaned against the floor and talked alone frequently. When Shuang Yan comes, will we meet on strangers? Arouse catkin-like spring sorrow, nowhere to be found in Yiyi's dream.

Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth

Before opening the bottle, I was going to say the date of my return, but I didn't say that spring would make me swallow it first. Life is naturally infatuated, and this resentment has nothing to do with romance.

Leave the song, don't renovate it. A song can teach the intestines to tie knots. It's easy to say goodbye until you see all the flowers in Luoyang.

journey

A person's spring is clear for You Lan. Wan Li away, February and March, sad.

I sang on the nail-unloading pond beside Jiangyan, leaving my soul behind, just like the rainy night and dusk, and I remember Wang Sun more particularly.

Linjiangxian

Outside the pool, the light thunder pool drips, the rain falls on the lotus, and the west corner of the small building is broken and bright, dry and reclining, waiting for the moonlight to grow.

Swallows came to peek at the painting building, the jade hook hung the curtain, the cold waves did not move, the reeds were flat, the water was fine, and there were fallen flowers on the shore.

A butterfly in love with flowers

The wind shakes the willow, the smoke is deep, and the snow is flying.

Pingshan on the pillow, surrounded by blue waves, shaded by green lights, facing the night sky. Embroider when you are lonely, and the moonlight shines on pears.

Pick mulberry seeds

The canoe is shorter than the West Lake, the green water twists and turns, and the grass grows and the warbler flies.

On the windless water, the glass was slippery, and the ship moved and rippled slightly, causing the sand bird to fly ashore.

Pick mulberry seeds

It's nice that the spring rain is deep, the flowers are blooming, the butterflies are buzzing and the flowers are warm in sunny days over the West Lake.

Lan radial painting Ge leisurely, suspected to be immortal, reflecting waves, wide water and high wind.

Pick mulberry seeds

It is good to draw a boat carrying wine in the West Lake, to control the string and urge the jade lamp to pass, which is steady and smooth.

The clouds are under the boat, the water is fresh and the asphalt is lingering. I suspect there is another sky in the lake.

Pick mulberry seeds

After all the flowers are gone, the West Lake is good, wolves are disabled, birds are misty and weeping willows are withered.

When all the tourists left, they began to feel the spring sky, put down the curtains and went back to the drizzle.

Pick mulberry seeds

Who can enjoy the West Lake? There is no shortage of beautiful scenery. Flying cover chasing around, lust after flowers and get drunk.

Who knows that at leisure, the grass is shining and the water is far away, and a small Cangzhou egret flies.

Pick mulberry seeds

During the Qingming Festival, the West Lake is good, full of eyes and bustling, fighting for the road.

Visitors must go at dusk, drunk and noisy, and the road turns to the embankment until the city head is always full of flowers.

Pick mulberry seeds

After the lotus blooms, the West Lake will be fine. You don't need standards when you bring wine. Red buildings and green covers followed.

The original boat went deep into the flowers, fragrant and golden, misty and rainy, drunk and returned to his hometown.

Pick mulberry seeds

The sky is beautiful, the water is beautiful, the clouds are fresh, seagulls and herons are sleeping. They should be used to listening to orchestra.

The wind is clear, the moon is white and the night is appropriate, and there is a fertile field. Whoever envies Luan is a fairy on board.

Pick mulberry seeds

The sunset glow shines on the West Lake, and the flower dock is beautiful, with ten hectares flat and no boat on the wild shore.

The southwest moon floats, the porch is cool, the lotus flowers are in Qing Xiang, and the wind on the water sobers up.

Pick mulberry seeds

I have loved the West Lake all my life, and I have come to embrace Zhu Lun, and I have been pitching for 20 years.

Returning like a crane in Liaodong, the whole city is new. Who knows the old master?

Ruan Langgui

In Nanyuan, it's halfway through spring, and the smell of wind and peace, green plums are like peas and willows, and butterflies are flying.

The flower dew is heavy, the grass smoke is low, the curtain is hanging, the swing is not sleepy, and Shuang Yan is painted on the beam.

Nangezi

Chicken bun with golden mud and dragon jade palm comb, laughing from the window, feeling thrush.

I spent a long time holding a pen, drawing flowers and trying my hand at the beginning. My carelessness hindered embroidery. I smiled and asked how the word Yuanyang was made into a book.

Linjiangxian

I remember the first song that Jin Luan sang together, the spring breeze makes the country rich and the people strong. Now, I am a poor official and have wasted ten years in Qujiang.

It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, and the building is very high, but you can't see your family. The lonely city is so idle and cold that it is difficult to get rid of sorrow, and the mangrove is far away.

Hechongtian

Mexer powder, willow dragging gold, incense filled the old garden. The weather for growing flowers is half sunny and half cloudy, and the flowers are good but sad.

There are countless flowers and countless troubles, but if you spend them well, you will be worried about spring. Don't rush to wish the east wind with flowers and wine.

Endless desire

Ping Manxi, willow around the embankment, watching pedestrians cross Xixi, when the moon is low.

It's raining and the wind is sad. I rely on Zhumen to listen to Ma Si, and cold gulls fly relatively.

Endless desire

Flowers are like Iraqis, willows are like Iraqis, flowers and willows leave teenagers, and they bow their heads and cry.

To the east of the Yangtze River, the dragon is in Jiangxi, and lovers fly on both sides. When will we meet?

Huanxisha

People in the upper reaches of the levee are painting boats one by one, flapping the levee with the spring water hanging in the sky, and the green Yang Lou is swinging.

Don't laugh at white hair, but it spreads frequently. What was life like before?

Complain about one's feelings

Early in the morning, the roller shutter was lightly frosted, and the plum blossom makeup was tried by hand, all because of self-blame, and the painting was far away.

Thinking about the past and thinking about the future, lingering fragrance, easy to get hurt. Draw up a song first, and look back and smile, which is the most heartbreaking.

Chaozhongcuo

Pingshan railing leans against the clear sky, and there are both mountains and mountains. There are willows planted in front of the hall, so there are several spring breeze.

The article is too conservative and full of words. Drink for thousands of minutes at a time. Eat, drink and be merry, young and frivolous, looking forward to decline.

Langtaosha

Today, I swam in Beichi. The canoe was full of waves and soft wicker. Spring came and went like this, making my head white.

A good prostitute has a good voice, and it is difficult to rest until she is drunk. I advise you to drink enough gold, even if flowers are often ill with wine, they are romantic.

Yujiaao

The lotus leaf field is full of water and light, and the boat is alone in the shade. It rained rustling last night, and I was so worried that I couldn't sleep.

Rain shakes myrtle, and acacia branches are fragrant. Lotus seeds are always in the same class as others, without any kindness, and suffer in the center every year.

Subtract Mulan

Leave sadly. If there is love in the sky, it will be old. How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.

The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn. Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.

Shengchazi

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit. At the end of the month, it is about dusk.

On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

Ruan Langgui

When will Liu Lang come? Unintentional cloud wins Evian and still flies along the mountain, and Lang Xing does not return.

Strong and even painting, but also elegant. Spring is deep and light. Flowers are speechless, and the moon is in the sky.

A butterfly in love with flowers

The east wind is cold, the snow is fragrant, and spring comes first. The red wax branch is small in Shuang Yan, and the golden knife cuts the ribbon slender.

Warm seaweed in a golden stove. You can't help worrying when the wine enters the cross wave. Embroidery is a good sleep in spring. Luo Wei can't feel the screen window.

A butterfly in love with flowers

The face is spinning and the wind is rippling. The willow is heavy with smoke and the snow is flying. The cold is still there after the rain, and the spring wine becomes melancholy.

The pillow side is Pingshan, surrounded by blue waves, with Chinese lanterns in the green, and the night sky is opposite. Lonely embroidery, moon plowing flowers.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Curtain breeze bilingual. When he woke up in the afternoon, Liu was ready to move. A spring without a heart, Hong Ying falls into a moss courtyard.

Hundreds of feet of Zhu Lou are idle, and thick clouds cover people's faces. Strong management does not need to blow other grievances, and it is fresher to break the intestines.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Just think it over. Small sill by the window, small residual flower pendant. Liang Yan's words made him sleepy, and the screen was half covered with a fragrant quilt.

The scenery of the new wind is like the old wind, gradually handing over. Even if there is a sense of distance, it is difficult to write and send.

A butterfly in love with flowers

It's the end of spring when the painting pavilion returns, swallows are flying together, and another village has a bright future. The yard is full of Mao Mao rain and strong wind, and no one sees it.

Lonely and distracted, lush, I still remember the south bank of the Yangtze River. Romantic heartless people secretly change, and the old tour is like a dream.

Yujiaao

On the last night of spring, the wind and rain mixed and destroyed the red flying tree. The heart stays in spring, and the spring scenery is ruthless and easy to go.

High-rise buildings worry about wine alone and ask where spring will return. I don't know the sound of dusk clouds, but Qingyang grass road.

Flowers in the rain

Through the ages, singing can become bitter. Send all the pedestrians away, spend the Spring Festival Gala, and go to Dong Jun.

Drunk by falling flowers blowing warm floc, how much around the embankment incense tree. And hand in hand to stay, its moments of beauty, for acacia.

Dong

The warbler sings the green trees early, but the residual red outside the threshold has not been swept. Dewdrops are covered with grass and curtains are clear.

The house swayed quietly and clearly. Swallow butterfly is frivolous, wicker is sultry, how much is Chun Qing.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

The small courtyard is old in spring, and the red daylily builds the sky. The small aperture of long memory lingers around, holding hands with a smiling green shrub.

Don't come and hear nothing, we can guess before the old period. The door covers the sun and is quiet, and the flowers are covered with moss.

Nanxiangzi

After the rain, the sun sets and the breeze is fragrant. The wind will calm the waves and the flowers will pour water. Don't hide. Make up a faint half face.

Opposite Qiu Jiang Road, lotus seeds are deeply hidden in the green house. The original intention is that Lianxin is unforgettable. I don't remember if I was in tears.

journey

Last autumn night, we played with each other in this garden. I smell the flowers, I am angry with the smoke, and I am drunk with the west wind.

This year, I focused on the fragrant cluster, chasing after it, and it was empty. Knocked all over, I was speechless and full of melancholy.

Put down the rope

Momo is fragrant and red, and the curtain cage is full of flowers. Looking at flowers becomes sad, sad and spring breeze.

The window is at the bottom of the plane tree leaves, which makes it more dark and rainy. How can a person sleep when he is absorbed in the pillow?

Shengwuyou

The bead curtain rolls, and the dusk clouds are sad. The weeping willows lock the brothel, the fog is picturesque and the breeze blows.

Fragrant fragrance breaks Jinping's new parting, and people are free in early autumn. How many old romances and new hatreds, books and dreams.

Brocade bag

An inch of acacia is nowhere, like a night. Before and after snuff, the weather became colder and colder, and there were several autumn rains on tung leaves.

The whole heart is unbearable, it is the mood of teenagers. And * * *, made friends, spring cocoon lingering, but did not learn, cymbals move the column.

Touch the fish

Embroidered curtain phoenix tree autumn courtyard adds new green to the rain in an instant. Koikegami's makeup has faded, and the water lines are like ripples in the evening. Looking far away, I hate being silent, and it is difficult to leave a phoenix pillow alone. It's not enough to lean against the railing. Look at the wind curtain brushed by swallows and the grass exposed by butterflies.

It's a pity that my eyebrows are pushing, but the years are gentle, and the west wind is beginning to make chrysanthemums. In fact, the Yi family is young, and it is difficult to restrain family ties. More importantly, enjoy the cool and chase yangqu. The ceremony is over, but if you don't talk about coming back, forget it. Go to Yunping and wish you good luck.

Walk slowly on the beach

Alone in a lonely boat, depending on danger. I finally made a sunset rain, but it was gone. Cool leaves are messy, the new moon shines, and the waves are shallow. Tonight, it is hard to get rid of boredom and separation.

Strong to the pillow, lamp residue water leakage, acacia eyes. I clearly dreamed that I was like a flower. According to the former, the old hospital. New moon photo, curtain hanging, bead curtain rolling. Gradually dawn, pulse condition is Jue Yuan to the horizon.

Bu operator

Living in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou, there is no moon to hang sparse trees, which makes people lonely. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky. At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.

Huanxisha

Clothes towel falling jujube flowers, cars ringing in the south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers. The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. Then knock on a villager's door and ask, can I have a bowl of tea?

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Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west. Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free. At dusk, the rain is whispering. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!