Nalan Ci Volume 1 Recalling Jiangnan When the crows are exhausted, who is the cause of Xiaoli's hatred?The rapid snow turned over the catkins in the Xiangge Pavilion, and the breeze blew the plums in the gall bottle.Heart word has become ashes. Jujube Surprised by dawn, protect spring sleep.Extraordinarily coquettish and only self-pitying.Send a message to make flowers, the wind is good, the green window comes and the strings. Yi Wang Sun The west wind cuts bananas overnight.Tired eyes endure loneliness through autumn?Forced to pay the mood muddy mash.Read Lisao.Worry is like the day and night tide of the Xiangjiang River.

Jade serial movie (According to this tune, the temperament is not included, or you can also make your own music) where?A few leaves Xiao Xiaoyu.The flowers on the eaves are all wet, and the people at the bottom of the flowers are speechless, hiding the mountain, and the jade furnace is cold.Whoever sees the two eyebrows gather together and lean against the railing. Ya Fangyuan The corner pillow covers the red window.Dreaming of Yijia in the south of the Yangtze River, Boshan Shenshui is fragrant.Guiqun sits in the evening and thinks.Cui Dai is caged in light smoke, and the moon is vast.

tell the truth Who will be with the embroidered quilt in the cold?Leaning on the incense camp.I wake up in spring and comb my hair under the slanting sun.If you want to write two eyebrows, rest.Harvested from the distant mountains.Morden upstairs. like a dream order It is the potter's wheel Jinjing, which is full of red and cold flowers.When they met suddenly, it was difficult to decide what was on their minds.Who saves?Who saves?From then on, the pattern of lamps and shadows. again In the courtyard at dusk on the slender moon, the language is dense and the teaching is shallow.Do you know that heart?Old hate and new love.who see?who see?Shan pillow tears red Xuan.

again Konoha returned one after another.Where is the waning moon and dawn wind?The news is half up and down, and I miss a little tonight.Autumn rain, autumn rain.Half the westerly wind blows away. fairy In the dream, the turnips and greens are cut, and Yulang's book is broken after the age of the year.The dark clock and the bright moon do not return, Liang Shangyan, light Luo fan, the good wind and the peach blossoms fall. again Fortunately, there are red tears accumulated in the soft silk, and the leakage marks are oblique and Lingsibi.The ancient hairpin sent Yuguan Qiu, the sky is so close, people from north and south, don't believe that the head of a mandarin duck is not white.

again The cold toad wind enters the sleeves of the water bath, and the fish scales are damaged by gold waves.On a good day and night, the wine is full of bottles, the heart is drunk, and it is difficult to sleep with sorrow, and the southwestern moon sets and the city is dark. jiangchengzi The wet cloud is all over the peak and the peak is low, the shadows are desolate and confusing, and the hope is suspicious.When the Goddess is about to come, it is neither fog nor smoke.If you ask life is a dream.Except in the dream, no one knows. Sauvignon Blanc A journey through the mountains, a journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, with thousands of lamps in the middle of the night.

As soon as the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dreams of the hometown are broken, and there is no such sound in the hometown. meet happy Weiyun touches the distant peak, cold and melting, just like my thrush at dawn. Tears of red wax, green quilts, thick water, but listening to the west wind with Huangmaoyedian. again The falling flowers are like a dream, the musk smoke is faint, and the setting sun sneaks down to the west of the small building again. Unlimited worry, exhaustion, who knows?I am free to teach the jade cage parrot to read Lang's poems. Zhaojun complaint Who cherishes the forbidden good spring?In the evening, the Yao steps stand.The orchestral sound of another courtyard is not clear.

It's the pear blossoms wanting to thank again, and the embroidered quilt is cold tonight.Silently lock the rich door, Meng Chengen. again Evening rain blows wet, tired willows worry about lotuses and wind is anxious.Thin bones can't help autumn, always worry. Don't be in the mood to say?It's not the time to complain.The third watch of the Qiao drum, the dream must come true. Jiuquanzi Xie Que Tumi, a piece of moon is as bright as water.The fragrance of the seal seal disappears, but I still haven't slept, and the crow crows in the morning. Nen Han rogue Luo Yi thin, rest near the corner of the railing.The most worrying person, the lamp is about to fall, and the geese are still flying.

Zhazi Dongfeng didn't let go of his worries, so he secretly showed off his Hunan skirt.Carrying a sarong alone in the night, shadowing the painting of a slender waist. When the heat is exhausted, the water sinks into smoke, and the dew drops.The flower bone is cold and fragrant, and the small cherry stands under it. again The shadow of the whip falls on the spring embankment, and the green brocade barrier mud rolls.The pulsating water chestnut silk, the tender water Wu Ji's eyes. Gnawing knees and returning home with fragrance, who will make the cherry feast?The wax tears annoy the east wind, and the new swallow sleeps in the old base.

again Sitting in the dust, blowing on the orchids.The name of the tea is Longfeng Tuan, and the name of the fragrance is Yuanyang Cake. The jade game is like playing chess, reversing the double-dwelling shadows.The flowers and the moon are never idle, don't let lovesickness wake up. again The short flame picks off the flowers, and the night is long and the sound is silent.Tired dance but smells the chicken, and secretly feels that the green silk is wet. Tianshui meets Mingmeng, and one corner is white in the southwest.If you want to cross the Huanhua River, your dream is light and powerless.

again Melancholy colorful clouds fly, Bi Luo knows what?There is no Albizia julibrissin, but the acacia tree is empty. It's always different, that's a clear language.The sentence is the longest night, and the rain is exhausted. red lips Wing Fenglan It is a different kind of quiet fragrance, and there is no rich and colorful reminder to open it.Lingbo wanted to go, and lived for Dongfeng. Intuit Sha Xiao Shu, how Naiqiu like this?Still keep, half a wisp of cold fragrance, the first Xiangjiang rain. again A kind of crescent eyebrow, the second string is not as good as the first string.Geng Lang is not old yet, why should he be sad early?

The plain wall is slanting, and the bamboo shadow sweeps across the window.The empty room was quiet, and the crow was about to wake up, and went down to the west building again. again Huanghuacheng early look Five nights of light and cold, according to the snow level on the stack.What is the limit to the west wind, just put on your clothes to see. In this regard, I feel a long sigh.At that time, Xiaoxing wanted to disperse, and flew up Pingsha geese. again The small courtyard is freshly cool, and when I come late, I feel that my shirt is thin.Don't drink alone, socialize with each other. Xiao Si pity Jun, don't ask Xiao Suo.The west wind is evil, the sun blows the horn, and the flowers of Sophora japonica fall. Huanxisha The first few lines of tears and red paper call people to be afraid of opening the window, so that they will have a better time. Barriers hate looking at gold and jade paintings, Luo Yi is not resistant to water and agarwood.It's just common to turn eyebrows. again Fu Yuchao is so sad about the cold, how can I still walk by the apricot blossoms?Last year's high picking bucket was light. The sleeves are purple with smoke from the furnace, and the wine is fainted in the sky.Where is the love in the world? again Who would have thought that the west wind is cool alone, and the yellow leaves are rustling and the windows are closed.Contemplate the past and set the setting sun. Don't be surprised by the wine, Chun sleeps heavily, and the gambling book disappears with the fragrance of tea.At that time, it was only normal. again The lotus leaks three candles and half a candle, and the apricot blossoms are lightly rained and wet. How about sending red beans to be boring? The spring looks as thick as wine, and the return date is as safe as the tide, who will recruit the soul into the night? again Who spread the news to Reject Frost?The two rows of slanting geese and the blue sky are long, and the scenery in late autumn is more bleak. The person holding the curtain with silver garlic is silent, and the letter from the jade hairpin knocking on the candle is vast.The yellow flowers are also close to the Double Ninth Festival. again The tears of the phoenix trees are collected in the rain, and I turn my arms and recall myself from the beginning, picking flowers and hating the old romance. The shadow of the curtain and the green peach people have gone, and the moss marks are left empty.Where are the eyebrows where the moon is like a hook? again Seeing Begonias in Feng's Garden in the western suburbs Who knows that wandering is not pitiful, the old season is full of flowers, and the heartbroken people go for years. It's raining when it's blushing, and the evening wind blows away the clouds.Before the setting sun, the soul of Qian is sold out. again According to the similarity between this que and the previous "Fu Yu Zhao Han", Gu's engraved version "Xijiao" two ques were recorded, so it is because of it. The wine sobers up the fragrance and eliminates the worries, how can I go to the falling flowers?Last year's high picking bucket was light. The night rain has almost turned over and lost weight, and the prosperity is like a dream.Where in the world can we ask for affection? again If I want to ask Jiangmei how thin she is, I only look at the emerald emerald skirt and the musk quilt. But Nai Muhan leaned on the bamboo for a long time, so he taught Chunhao not to open the door.The school scholar under the loquat flower. again Half of the setting sun went down to the small building, and the Zhulian obliquely controlled the soft golden hook.Leaning on the fence without any threads, you can't worry. There is Yingying who has ridden a horse, and she is also romantic with thin makeup and light black.See people shy but look back. again Sleepy sleepy and strong self-support, when the green cicadas are under the curtain, the night comes to worry about the small waist. The distant letter does not return to the sky and waits, but the details of the secluded period are uneven.What's more to think about? again In May, the wheat in the south of the Yangtze River is thin, and the rain is falling in the yellow plum season. I am idle watching the swallows teach the young to fly. The water is thick and cloudy like a painting, and the peaks are safe and sunny.Who in the skirt goes to Yuji alone. again Can Xue Ninghui's cold painting screen.The flute of Luomei has already changed three times, and there is no one in the dim moonlight. I'm a melancholy guest in the world, I know what's going on with you and weep freely.Recalling my life in the heartbroken sound. again Slightly dizzy, the delicate flowers are wet and want to flow, and the shadows of the lanterns with mat patterns are sad for a lifetime, and the dreams come back to be suspected in the distant mountain tower. The waning moon secretly peeps at Jin Qushu, and the soft wind blows the jade curtain hook slowly.Waiting for the neighbor girl to call to comb her hair. again In the five-character poem, the eyes are suddenly formed, and the scholars are taught to the disabled and the blessings, and the love at that time is moved by the hand. Farewell to the later stage of heart and dreams, the haggard and sorrow of the years.The setting sun is still bright through the small window. again It is difficult to remember the long strip, and Yingying has been separated from Yinwan since then, and there will be no wind and snow to destroy it. When will the green bird cut the brocade characters, and the jade worm will cut the springs overnight.Can not help but hard situation related. again Beigukou Thousands of willows send horseshoes, wild geese come from the north and fly south, who among the guests will change their spring clothes? The eternal leisure love returns to the fall, and the dream of a spring chases the silk.It's been a long time since I wrote back. again Walking towards the bank of Yunshan Mountain, the north wind blows off the neighing of the horse, and the deep autumn is far away. A swipe of late smoke is barren and garrisoned, and the old Guancheng is half a slanting sun.When is the ancient and modern hatred peaceful? again Thousands of miles of shady mountains and thousands of miles of sand, who will fight the frost with green temples?Years are strong and half in the horizon. Dreams and souls are inseparable from golden songs and garrisons, painting pictures and displaying jade crows.Raw pity and lost one point of flowers. again Geng Shen Da Ye The place where the heart is free and cold is thick, and the dance skirt still recalls the redness of Zhezhi.Who burns candles to wait for the spring breeze? Bamboo-leaf cups turn colorful swallows in the air, and nine-branched lamps tremble with golden worms.The romantic end is dependent on the Lord of Heaven. again Red Bridge Nostalgia and Wang Ruan Tingyun The water flows every year without any problems, and the sound of the water tune shortens the pavilion and autumn, and the bright moon shines on Yangzhou in the old days. Where does the melancholy Jianghe go?The green poplar is thin and sad.So far, Zhuxilou has been advocated. again The phoenix bun throws away the remnants of autumn grass, and the high and wet moon is cold and silent. At that time, there was a deep alliance on Qixi Festival. Believe that the feathers and clothes will be passed on, and the socks will be sent to the city if you repent.The world sings rain bells. again The heartbroken spot is gone and has not been returned, and the embroidery screen is deeply locked in Feng Xiaohan.There are endless dreams in spring. It's difficult to care about the shallowness and depth of the fragrant grass to change the shade of the rain and thin the flowers.It can't be destroyed by wind and moon. again When writing about Luoshen with a gentle brush, one must know that a slight smile is a deep frown, very heavenly and pitiful. To cover up the thinness and coldness, to make soft barriers, to hold Zhiying and borrow Fangyin.Incompetent and unintentional. again Twelve red curtains are deep on the ground, only to move and sing again, the evening is sunny and the weather is slightly cloudy. The trigram of pearls and pendants, and Baochai's bun is two distractions.What is the reason for the wet orchid lapel. again It is easy to have a strong fragrance near the painting screen, and the shadow of the branches is halfway across the window.The narrow road of the storm is pity for you. I'm still looking forward to the language that I haven't received, and I've been in business for a while.I only think the moon is bright tonight. again In the past eighteen years, I have fallen into the world, blowing flowers, chewing pistils and making ice strings, who is my love for? The purple jade hairpin leans against the shadow of the lamp, and the red cotton powder is cold on the side of the pillow.Looking at the benefits but speechless. again Send Yan Sunyou The Ou Dang bridge makes appointments, and Zhu Luoxi goes to the east of the five lakes. The pen bed and tea stove are too calm. In addition, there is ginkgo rain on the short wall, and also the magnolia wind on the high pavilion.The thrush is free to paint hibiscus. again If you want to send your sorrowful heart to the side of the geese, the west wind will leave the feast with turbid wine.The blue sky in the yellow flower season. The beacon smoke of the ancient garrison denounced the palace, and the village of the sunset was relieved.I don't know how many people returned from the battle. again The brook filled with fallen leaves is frozen, and the setting sun still shines on the short and long pavilions.The title of the abandoned temple was lost when the trip came. The guests stationed in horses came to write on the stele, and the cockfighters turned on the lamp in front of the Buddha.When will Lao Lao wake up in the world? Frost Dawn Come back to Dingjiu, break all the willows before the wind.If you ask the mood of watching flowers, how can it be like that day? Hugh is thin because of the west wind, drinking heavily and scratching his head frequently.Since ancient times, bluebottles and white jade have been arranged by the sky. Bodhisattva Man palindrome The fog window is cold against the remote sky, and the evening sky is remote against the cold window fog.Crows are crowing when flowers are falling, and flowers are falling when crows are crowing. The sleeves hang down and the shadow is thin, and the thin shadow hangs down the sleeves.The wind picks up a trace of red, and the red thread picks up the wind. again Only after the flowers are separated from the curtain and the rain, there is a sound of flicking fingers, and I am speechless.Liang Yan returned home from both sides, and her pulse was long and drooping. Xiaoping's mountains are far away, and her make-up is thin and lead-colored.Standing on the Yao steps alone, wearing gold-thread shoes through the cold. again In the new cold, the wine knocks on the window and rains, and the residual fragrance carefully learns the mood of autumn.The one on the side is pregnant, and the green shirt has tears. Lovesickness does not seem to be drunk, but to sleep in a lonely quilt.When I remember Beiyi, Taohualiu Wansi. again Pale flowers and thin jade with light makeup, powder melted with light sweat and red cotton.After makeup, I sleep in water, April is the sky in the south of the Yangtze River. The green shade curtain is half lifted, and the scene is absolutely serene.Traveling in the style of bamboo forest, the single shirt is apricot red. again Dreaming back to the place where the three drums are sober after drinking, and the heartbroken cry is where the flowers fly.The new hate is separated from the red window, and Luo Shan tears a few lines. Where does Acacia say, there is a month when there is nothing.The moon is also different at that time, and the reunion shines on the temples. again The flowers are not stopped, and the flower slaves are drumming, and the red dance is already seen after waking up.Can't bear to cover the rest of the cup, facing the wind and crying for a few lines. Look at the powder fragrance and say goodbye, it's only a month left.The moon was different at that time, and it was desolate according to the temples. again early spring Xiaohan is thin and thin in the Southwest Moon, Ding Ding misses the arrow and swallows the fragrance.Spring is already very suitable, and the east wind is right and wrong. The soul of Shu is ashamed of Gu Ying, and the jade photo is red and cold.Whoever sings the flowers in the backyard, remembers the old home in the New Year. again The peach stamens in the window are as delicate as tired, and the Dongfeng tears wash the rouge face.People are in Xiaohonglou, singing Shizhou from love. At night, Shuangyan stays, the back of the lamp and the waist of the screen are green.The fragrance is exhausted and the rain is fading, is the thin quilt cold? again The wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and Qianhun still loves the peach blossom moon.Don't wake up from the dream, let him do it for his own benefit. Listening to the painting corner for no reason, the red ice beside the pillow is thin.Saima hissed, and Remnant Star waved the banner. again I ask you what is the matter of parting lightly, how many reunion moons can there be in a year.The willows are like silk at first glance, and the spring in the hometown is over. The return of spring cannot be returned, and the two oars are separated by pine flowers.The old things are chasing the cold wave, the cuckoo cuckoo hates it again Inscribed photo for Chen Qinian Wu Si Qu Qian Hong'er's score, Xiao Ran's half is also running Qiu Yu.After the song is finished, the bun is sideways, and the demeanor is really pitiful. The beard and beard are like halberds, and they are sometimes used as hairpin dramas.Standing behind his back surprised Qingqing, knowing that Qing had no such feelings. again suluanhe The jade rope slanted to doubt Qingxiao, and the desolate white moon Yuyang Road.The stars and shadows ripple the cold sand, and the faint waves weave the waves. The sound of Jinjia's home base makes it difficult to sleep.Countless purple mandarin ducks think it's cold tonight. again It's hard to know if the chickens in the wild are swallowed again, and the star elms will grow old in autumn.Felt curtains surround cattle and sheep, knock on ice and drink buttermilk. The mountain journey and water accommodation, the leak point is clear and continued.It is when the dream comes back that the quilt is full of infinite thoughts. again Frightened and plundered the ground, the winter will be halfway, and the saddle is untied just when the crows are in a daze.The ice merges with the big river, and the vastness is full of sorrow. The burning marks are extremely empty, and the drum horns are high on the city.Tomorrow is near Chang'an, and the guest's heart is still worried. again Zhen Jing is full of eyes on the mountain city road, Zhenghong is not worried about people.Where is Chang'an, wet clouds blowing rain and cold. Sisi's heart is broken, it should be tears of grief.There are many tears to the guests, but what can I do when I return. again Huang Yunzi is three thousand miles away, and crows rise from the west bank of the female wall.The setting sun is cold in the mountains, and Xiao Xiao hunts the horse back. I can't hear the sound of the scorpion, and the city is dark in the night sky.Qiu Meng does not return home, and the broken lights fall into broken flowers. again Send Gu Liang Fen Tiaozhong Zhijun is feeling bleak at this time, and the yellow reeds and bitter bamboos are alone in the boat.The tobacco and liquor flags are green, and the fish market in the water village is sunny. Tonight's dream in the watchtower is sent by the spring and cold.Straight through the Thrushcross Bridge, Qiantang River tide. again Xiao Xiao has a few leaves and wind and rain, and it is more bitter to be away from others.The pillow counts the autumn, and the toad lays the early strings. Yehan was frightened and was thin, tears and lanterns fell.There is no sadness everywhere, and the light dust is in Yuqin. again For the haggard spring, stay in the spring, and the ban will return to the rain for a while.Cherries are sold in the deep alleys, and the reds are more delicate after the rain. In the Qinglei Pavilion at dusk, the flowers are wandering for patience.Disappeared with a sound of oriole, Dongfeng March love. again The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are separated by fragrance and mist.Speechless to ask about adding clothes, Tong Yinyue has gone west. The westerly wind blows the wefts, and no one is allowed to sleep.It's just that last autumn, how tears flowed. again Wusi painting is palindrome paper, and the initials are etched with fragrant coal.Zhengyan thirteen pairs, lose him as a team. They still look like guests, but Daoxiu remembers each other.Simply don't return home, and drop the red apricot blossoms. again The wind and rain urge cold food, and the cherries bloom overnight.Just fit with the disease, the window is smoked and embroidered. Thrush annoys female companions, Yang and Liu Ying call.After trying to open the dowry for a long time, Jiao Duo felt disgusted. again The spring clouds blow away the rain in the Hunan curtain, and the sticky butterflies fly and stay.People are in the jade building, and the height of the building is surrounded by wind. A handful of willow tobacco shreds, dark color cage mandarin tiles.Hugh is close to the small railing, and the setting sun is infinite. Minus Magnolia new moon Evening makeup is about to stop, and the eyebrows are painted in the mirror.The promise is clear, and the rain and the smoke are both invincible. Don't teach the stars to replace, and the reunion will eventually come true.Tonight in the red building, the sky and the earth are as sad. again Candles flickering, just about to wake up from the cold.Don't think about it, don't sleep alone. In the vast blue sky, there is a promise of love between heaven and earth.It is difficult for a silver man to get through, but it is willing to start with stability. again We meet without saying a word, a hibiscus blooms in the autumn rain.A little dizzy red tide, slanting, the girl's heart is only phoenix. Waiting for the general to call in a low voice, just to condense his love and fear others will see him.Wanting to appeal to You Huai, I turned around and knocked on Yuchai. again From teaching Tieshi, every time I see flowers bloom, I cherish them.The tears are hard to disappear, and the dripping damages a piece of Cang Yanyu. Lian Yi is too cold, add a paper window to sparse bamboo shadows.Remember lovesickness, when Huan Pei returns under the moon. again There is no evidence for the broken soul, where will the thousands of rivers and mountains go?There is no sound book, and the east wind is green all day long. Spring is good in my hometown, I send a message to the fallen flowers to sweep myself.Don't hurt the spring even more, the same is sick and sick. again Hua Cong is cold-eyed, and regrets that the spring comes late.Know this life, know this life, see Qing. Natural and peerless, if you don't believe it, lovesickness is confusing.If you understand lovesickness, you will share the same branch with Han Ping. Bu operator new willow Delicate and soft, thin and timid, it is forbidden to dance.The eventful February wind blows out light yellow wisps. A kind of poor life, setting sun and misty rain.There is a long and short strip in front of Su Xiaomen, which is the place where you gradually lose your way. again Sehan The grass grows green at the end of the day, and the flute moves at sunset.慽慽晚慽养晚晚, reminding me to dream before the stars. Small words of green poplar smoke, timidly stepping on the Milky Way to freeze.Travel to the end of Guanshan to Bailang, only to cherish each other. again noon The village is quiet at noon and the rooster crows, and the green is dark and new shade is covered.A light curtain goes out of the painted wall, and the way is Duanyang wine. Sooner or later, the sunset cicadas, and the willows on the long embankment.Who has evergreen temples since ancient times, with a flick of a finger.