Beauty's fragrant poems

If I were a man, I would fight for the life you want for you all my life, but I am a woman, and I can't even know you. what can I do? There are trees in the mountains and branches in the trees. I like you, but I don't know. ...

Jin Ba Tu Qin is shallow in smoke and water, and Qing Si Shu dreams of cotton in the afternoon.

I turned around and looked at the shadow of the farmers around me. Suddenly Dillian was born here.

Yue Ming relentlessly refused to ask me out, so she promised to turn around.

Drunk plum blossoms blow horns and turn into a lonely scene.

Look around, no one, you remember Hyun Hui, I remember you. Jiangshan is like this, winning the heart of Violet and willing to die. ————————— From "Thin Violet"

The disc dance is long and bright, and Jiang envies brew tea and Songhua.

Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone. -Bao Junhui

Holding a goblet and listening to the sound of "water adjustment", I was drunk at noon, but I didn't wake up although I was awake and worried. When to send spring back, it will hurt the scene in your night mirror, and it will be empty in the later period of the past.

On the beach, on the poultry pond, the clouds break the moon. Heavy curtains fold the lights, the wind is uncertain, people are quiet first, and the moon is red.

The moon is silent, the breeze is cool and the tea is fragrant.

It's a pity that the scenery is not as usual when I first met the jade man.

In the south, weeping willows grow longer and plums fall, and Haruka sings every day.

The flowers have flown away, and the old branches in front of the courtyard are still fragrant. Saibei, the moonlight is fragrant.

spring

When the lights went out, the nursery was cold.

Full of nectar, clouds are accompanied by sorrow.

I remember when we met, the flowers were blooming and the city was beautiful.

Raining at night in Xiaoxiang, infinite love, forgetting each other, dreams in pairs.

The wind is thousands of miles away, in the desert of Qian Shan. It is guarded by the monarch.

Drunk in the flower country, colorful clothes with sword cream, watching the phoenix float without borders.

Who leads the phoenix tree, who caresses the piano and sighs in vain, who solves this sad dream, and his heart wanders.

Some people, you think you can meet again, and some things, you think you can last forever.

Then, maybe at the moment you turn around.

Some people, you will never see again.

When the sun sets and rises again, everything changes.

If you are not careful, you can't go back now.

Love is immoral.