A sad and melancholy poem

In the spring, I deeply failed a welcome ball, cut candles in front of the window, and in the dream of a small building, I spent several months on the pillow, listened to brocade books and magpies, leaned against the bamboo and smiled among the flowers, with delicate red beads.

Two. Nangezi

Make a slender hand with a pen, and Furong is ashamed to cuddle. Dovetail point ripple. There is a lot of chaos in the flowers.

Three. tease

The flying flowers are chaotic, the horseshoe is light, and the curtain is half-rolled. That fleeting spring is about to dawn, sending desolation directly to the screen.

Four. Spread out like a dream

Looking at the horizon by leaning against the building, countless crystal curtains and BMW clothes. Stay green, stay green, poor fragrance is useless, jade hoof is still stepping on. Dance, dance, turn around and smell the partridge.

Five. Those charming eyes

Frequently moving the east wind and willows droop, laughing and peach branches are fat. Begonia is not raining, and flowers fly when it disappears. Swallows fly through the curtain, and their eyebrows lock the hills. When Blu-ray started, Ye Xiang was stationed and the windows were black.

Hexadecimal sequence

One. Walking through the forest hand in hand with the darkness, the soul is lost, it is so weak, spring again and again.

Two. Oh, oh, as you can guess, Mo Wen's teeth are printed with moss.

Charming and dreamy.

First, as deep as a dream, Lin Yun is full of wine and dreams are broken. Teach lang to pity the grass and cherish the flowers as soon as possible, and get up three thousand miles in the morning.

Second, the eyes are charming and light, and the lips are like blue cardamom. The top of the tree turns red, pear blossoms rain, and spring is like a dream. I'm tired of dancing for you. I can't rely on my eyes all day.

Li Qingzhao's Wulingchun

The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid the boat won't move. I'm worried.

Zui Hua Yin

The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

A cluster of plum blossoms

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book? The word goose returns, and the moon is full of the west building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

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 Yu's Qingping Music

Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.

Endless desire

One heavy mountain, two heavy mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high and the smoke is cold, and the acacia maple leaves are Dan. Flowers bloom, flowers are not complete, geese fly high, but they don't come back.

Sword and song

Over the past 40 years, my motherland has been covered with mountains and rivers for three thousand miles. Long Ta in Fengge, a cigarette in Yushu Qiongzhi. I've known him several times. Once I was classified as a minister, I bent down and took time. The most hasty day is to resign from the temple, and the teaching workshop is still playing a farewell song. Tears for Gong E.

Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy

The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues. With the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the sound of bamboo is still like a new moon. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. Candles are bright and fragrant, paintings are deep, and temples are covered with frost and snow.

Black night cry

Hualin thanked Chunhong and hurried away, but the cold rain came early and the wind came late. Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up. Sand waves make the rain outside the curtain gurgle and the spring fades away. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Yan's Butterfly Lovers

I dreamed of entering the smoky waterway in the south of the Yangtze River, traveling all the way to the south of the Yangtze River, and never met anyone who left me. I was ecstatic when I slept, but I was disappointed. I tried my best to make this love letter simple and clear, but there was no evidence in the end. However, I leaned against the string song and broke Qin Zhengzhu.

A butterfly in love with flowers

I was drunk in the west building and I can't remember when I woke up. It's easy to get together and break up. It's easy to get together and have a walk. The half-moon window is sleepless, and the painting screen shows Wu leisure. The words in the poem are always bleak when they are stained with the wine on your clothes. It is cold and empty to cry for others in the dead of night.

Quail day

Drunk spring shirts cherish old fragrance, and the sky will hate them far away. Autumn grass grows on strangers every year, and the sun sets in the building every day. Clouds and water are boundless, and people have to go home for a long time. Acacia has no words. Don't waste your tears on stationery.

Shengchazi

The mountain is long, but the fish and geese are quiet. The temples are pitiful and green, only for the old acacia. It is said that it is very humane to people. It is hard to leave, but it is better to meet each other. Ruanlang's return to the old fragrance and powder is not as good as at the beginning. There are still a few running books in spring, and Qiu Lai's books are even rarer. Phoenix cold, lonely pillow, worried about wine. The soul in the dream is indulgent

The corn poppy of Nalan

Chun Qing only noticed that the pear blossoms were thin and scattered in pieces. What is the sunset near dusk? There is still no soul in the world. Yinyin doesn't dream of the words at that time, but is close to each other. Be a dreamer for Iraq and call for truth in the dark. The blue wet funeral has been infinitely sad recently. Who has a long talk? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces. I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.

Nanxiangzi

Shooting the dead woman's tears is silent, only regretting the past, relying on Dan Qing to keep her knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad. Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

Jinlv district

When did I feel this hatred when my dead wife died? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.

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

Sadly, the bleak yellow flower festival. In the dream, the anvil sound is muddy, more chaotic and more sad. Dust gives birth to swallows, but the bed keeps strings. The wind is like a waning moon, but now it is worrying. Spread out the wind that breaks the happy sand, and the residue has turned into a flat, and the mud lotus is just a thousand lotus roots; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero. Happy Shawan Liyinshan Bay Lisa, who will frost the temples? Over the years, half of them are at the end of the world. Soul and dream can not be separated from the golden bow and defense. Draw a jade crow fork. Poor thing, lose a penny.