Chapter 3 Nalan Ci volume three

Nalan Ci volume three flower in the rain Send Xu Yichu back to Kunshan There are lonely sails in the sky, clouds and trees, and it seems that spring is going with people again.The lights in the water station are dim, and the moon is setting in Guancheng. It is not a desolate place. Ji Cheng should cherish the end of the world, and there are countless heartbreaks.Sitting in the waves, the eyes are cold and warm, how many people are speechless. partridge day Going up the small building with the setting sun alone, whose jade flute rhyme is quiet.A group of white geese are far away in the sky, and the autumn flowers are all over the ground at a few o'clock.

Shocking the sequence, lamenting the ups and downs, the flowers are like a dream and the water flows eastward.Things in the world are melancholy, don't ask Hengtang about the old tour. again The geese fly next to the cold clouds, complaining about their return to the south.Who can lean on the mountain road, when the westerly wind is blowing on the temples. People are far away, thinking about Yiyi, and there are no fragrant trees and crows.By sweeping the moon in front of the window, holding to the present to take parting. again Bie Xu Rusi can't sleep, it's like a lonely pillow dreaming of the border city.Because I heard the rain in the third watch of Zisai, I recalled the midnight lights of the Red House.

The book is solemn, the hatred is clear, and the sky will make the sorrowful and passionate.Get up and seal the title with your hands, but the word "Mandarin Duck" is on the ice. again The cold dew is silent and the night is dying, and the crows are uncertain and the wind is cold.Life hates painting Drum Tower and is in a hurry, not letting Zhengren return it in his dream. Autumn is pale, the moon is curved, and no one rises to look at the middle of the moon.In the Ming Dynasty, where horses love each other, one knows the distance between thousands of mountains and ten thousand mountains.

again Sending Liang Fen back to the south, when Fang is the topic of Xiaoying Shaking hands with West Wind and tears, I have been parting for many years.I know that I only listen to the rain in front of the lamp, and then I look at the mountain behind the snow. According to the message, I advise you to add meals, and to save and pay back when the sweet-scented osmanthus is in season.It's clearly like agarwood wisps, and it's hard to paint a piece of sadness. again yongshi Immediately chant Cheng to promote crossing the river, it is clear that leisure energy belongs to the boudoir.Life hates for a long time and closes the gold shop to be dark, and the flowers are cold and return to the jade bed.

Tim choked, foot desolate.Who teaches students to be full of fragrance.It's just that every year in Xihai, it's still heartbroken for Xiao Jiazhao. again On the fourth night of the seventh lunar month, there is wind and rain, and tomorrow is the birthday of the dead woman The dust is full of sparse curtains and plain belts are floating, it is really dark and pitiful.Several times secretly wiped the tears on the green shirt, and suddenly saw Cuiqiao near the rhinoceros. Only hate turns boring.The fifth watch is still falling.Decaying poplar leaves are hard to get rid of, cold rain and bleak wind hit the painted bridge.

river pass Spring is shallow, red resentment.Cover the double rings, and draw leisurely among the flowers in the light rain.Silently, the red tears will be bombed.In the recession, the fragrance sells and the dream returns. Leaning on the painting screen and thinking about the past, it is nothing, just a word of lovesickness.I remember that at that time, there were weeping willows, flower branches, and butterflies in the courtyard. magnolia Imitation of Ancient Jue Ci Phrases If life is only as it was first seen, why is the autumn wind sadly painting a fan?Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change.

In the Lishan language, it is half past midnight, and the tears, rain and zero bells will not complain.How about Bo Xing Jin Yilang, who will wish for that day. poppy The love of spring is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the flakes are urged to fall off.What's the matter with the setting sun? It's almost dusk. I don't know if there are still souls in the world. Don't dream of the silver paper at that time, the dense string is concentric.The dreamer for Yipan, Chang Xianghuatu Qingye called Zhenzhen. again We meet again in the depths of Qulan, weeping and trembling together.After the desolate farewell, the two should be the same, and the most unbearable resentment is Yue Mingzhong.

Half my life has been spent in solitary sleep, and the mountain pillow has sandalwood marks.What is the most ecstasy in recalling the past, the first folding technique to draw a skirt. again The peak rises from a single stone, freezing the Shuangxi water.Horses neigh and people speak from west to east, until they reach the cliffs with no roads and small bridges. Shuo Hong passed away without sound and books, and the guest was young.And wet the setting sun with tears, how many trees in the Ming Tombs are in disorder. again In the evening, I listened to the head of the city again, and I felt sick when I became ill.The first boiling of the medicine furnace is short-lived, and there is no residual fragrance, half a wisp of annoyance and passion.

Passionate has always been sick since ancient times, and the clear mirror pities the clear shadow.With a snap of the fingers and tears like silk, Yang and Dongfeng Huo send the jade to know. again The colorful clouds are easy to disperse towards the autumn sky, and the swallow sighs deeply.There is always no reason for several times of separation and reunion, and one win and one kiss. Returning to the old testament before the frost, can you send a letter?It's better not to think about the past, and look at the setting sun from the side of the pillow. again The silver bed patters the asphalt and the green Wulao, and the powder is swept away by autumn grasshoppers.There are even money in the incense picking line, but why can't I say anything when I pick up Cuiqiao.

The corridor is an inch of lovesickness, and the falling moon becomes a solitary leaning.The backlight and the moon are shaded by flowers, and it has been ten years of traces and ten years of heart. again Fu for Liang Fen You can't let me down when you take care of the flower class.Seeing the chickens and dogs going up the ladder, Huang Jiu recruited Qin Qigong to make a plow. It's good to be thin and crazy, but it's good to be fat and laugh.Laughing at his sickness and long-term poverty, he is not as good as the princes. again When the lamp is extinguished, the furnace is extinguished and the smoke is cold, accompanied by Gu Ying.Sentenced to be messy and drunk, to ask who is the eye-catching person in the world.

It's rare for Yi to scatter wine among the flowers, and scratch his head after drinking.I always pay to sleep when I am drunk, only to be afraid that I will still be in front of the bottle when I wake up. Magpie Bridge Fairy Tired of harvesting the paper, hanging down the curtain quietly, hoping that the light will be red and small.Then he was born and received Bo Shanxiang, and he sold it so much that he became famous. It's because Yi Yuan is thin, and it's because Nong's love is shallow. Wouldn't it be better to spend more time?Not Cheng Hanleu also urged each other, so he simply sang. again Leaning on both sides in dream, embracing alone when waking up, a crescent moon outside the window.Thinking about it is often self-repentant and clear, but helplessness is clear to others. Under the lamp for one night, even looking in the mirror, I lost my body for ten years.In the early stage, when I was about Shangyuan, I was afraid that it would be difficult to recognize wandering characters. again Tanabata Qiqiaolou is empty, Ying'e Chi is cold, and it is desolate to say the least.Ding Ningxiu exposes the old robes, recalling that Su's hands are left open. The lotus powder is red, the water chestnut flowers cover the blue, and she has lost half of her original weight.In this life, the tin box expresses my heart, and I wish the heaven and the earth meet each other. Nanxiangzi Flying catkins fly at night, and the ripples of the slanting sun reflect the painted beams.The embroidered daughter stands upstairs, soft-hearted, and loves to see the silk that is hundreds of feet long. The wind is fixed but smells the fragrance, blowing off the residual red on the embroidery bed.Hugh's falling jade hairpin is startled, and both of them are together, and the pond is full of apple flowers and green. again Daoyi The mandarin tiles have new frost, and I want to send cold clothes to hurt myself.It is said that Zhengfu is easy to lose weight, looks good, and carefully measures when returning in a dream. Support the pillow and timidly empty room, and wipe the anvil to see the moonlight.It is already late autumn and lonely night, desolate, and the moon is even more heartbroken when it reaches the southwest. again Yugou Xiaofa The lights and shadows accompany the singing shuttle, and the Weaver Girl still complains about the river.The dawn is far away from the mountains, and the green snails look back faintly and recall the emerald moths. The sad guest passed by, but it didn't reach more than half of the autumn boudoir.A life of madness should be for the sake of Hengbo, can he disappear as a mandarin duck? again The smoke is warm and the rain is first harvested, and the small courtyard is full of flowers.Picked a pair of red beans, bowed his head, and shared tears as he spoke. People go like a spring break, and the wine used to drink Shiyou.Don't worry about someone's peach leaf crossing, flat boat, and a kind of mist. again Title photo for the deceased woman Tears but silently, only remorse for the past, relying on pictures to re-examine consciousness.Yingying.A piece of sadness can't be painted. The other words are very clear.Waking up early in the dream at midnight.Qing woke up early and Lennon dreamed more.Weeping all the wind and rain bells at night. A Dendrobium bead lunar eclipse The stars are shining through, and a trace of plum snow has faded slightly.Zigu waited for many years to say goodbye, and was discouraged by stealing the medicine, so she lazily revealed the water chestnut flower. It's not until the song is played that the Qing Dynasty rests, and the fan is still as clean as autumn.After all, Tiangong is very romantic, so I teach you to look at the eyebrows, so I will let it go for a while. red window moon (According to the rhythm of the words, it is called Hongchuangying, a name of Hongchuangjiong) Menglan wakes up from the wine, and has already passed Qingming.It's a general worry, two kinds of sorrow.I still remember the swearing in the shadow of the corridor. The gold hairpin and tin box was presented at that time, and it has been a spring star.Daoxiu made a secret agreement and learned from the deep alliance.After speaking, a trace of dew wets the silver screen. Tasha line The head of the crow in the spring water, the parrot in the spring mountain, the shredded tobacco leans weakly in the wind.The season of flowers is so flattering, the poor man hides his screen and sleeps on the mountain. The secret words move the lamp, the leisurely love rests on the arm, and the taste of loneliness is brewed from teaching.Chunhong couldn't understand the taboo of lovesickness, and Yingchuang's book broke the characters. again Ji Jianyang Leaning on willows and inscribing papers, as a side hat with flowers, it is better to enjoy than to drive.Wrongly teach the temples to be affected by the east wind, and it is early to see the green shadow blown into silk. Jackdaws in the Golden Temple and spring grasses on the jade steps, who cares about the cold and warm?The mayor of Xiaolou Mingyue is idle, what is the matter in life? Linjiang fairy Send Yan Sunyou Where do you send your leisure after goodbye? The first oriole and the early geese love each other.Now haggard is different from that time, wandering thoughts, knowing the waning moon and falling flowers. When I was young, I didn't know that Jiang was on the road, but I clearly went to Liangxi.Hastily just wanted to talk and share, the fragrance disappeared and the dream was cold, and the window was white with a sound of chicken. again Yongping Road Central Who misses me if I'm alone? It's cool and rainy when dawn comes.I want to send the book and then return it, I am haggard, and I am even more worried. I used to remember that I was sick in March every year, but now I am sick in late autumn.The scenery of Lulong is white, the head is white, the medicine stove is in the smoke, and the pillow is listening to the river. again Thank you Cherry The green leaves become cloudy and the spring is exhausted, and the guard palace protects the stars.Leave the color to comfort the sentimental, clearly a thousand tears, store it as a jade pot of ice. Lying alone, Wenyuan Fang was sick and thirsty, so he forced red beans to pay you.Ganqing cherishes the retribution of the warbler, cherishes the flowers and loves oneself, and rests only for the flowers. again The silky rain is like dust and clouds, and the water is scattered, and the fragrant fragrance is picked up by Wu Gong.Hundreds of flowers are cold and warm to avoid the east wind, they are cruel and tender, and they are easy to scatter, and swallows learn to cuddle up red. People say that the disease should decrease with the month, but the sickness is the same as spring.It may be that the butterflies hug the flowers, but they can't become a pair of dream shadows, laughing at Xing Liangkong. again Long remember the foreign language of the green screen window, the autumn wind blows away the crows.From now on, the piece of sail will be sent to the end of the world, and I will sleep with a new lamp, and I will slant at the beginning of the dream. If you want to go home but don't get it, it's better to go home with swallows.Spring clouds and spring water bring light clouds, people painting boats are like the moon, drizzle falls and poplar flowers fall. again On the top of the wall, the begonias are blooming, and I will write this Liuqu Langgan three nights of rain, Qian who protects the delicate and careless.Poor and lonely to the east of the pink wall, the skirt has been divided into green and red with tears. Zeng Ji's sideburns slanted down, and half of the bed was sleepy with the cold moon.The old joy is like in the dream soul, naturally the heart is about to break, why bother with the autumn wind. again Lulong tree The rain and the wind are like this, who will feel sorry for the general once he goes away.Draw a picture and remember the green yin circle.The land left behind in the old days is now a melon field. Is Ma Nanzhi still there?Xiao Xiao wants to go down to Changchuan.Nine autumn yellow leaves and five watch smoke.Stop should be shaken down, don't ask about the year. again cold willow Where are the catkins and flowers?Layers of ice and snow devastated.Sparse tree just before dawn cold.Love him, Mingyue is good, haggard is also related. Most of all, when Fansi was shaken behind, he turned to teach people Yichun Mountain.The skirt dream intermittently responds to difficulties.How much hate the west wind can't blow the eyebrows away. again It brought some snow from the night before, and the trees were drooping with frozen clouds.Dongfeng looked back with great sadness.Ye Qiansi is not exhausted, not dead but only frowning. Outside the pitiful red mud pavilion, who is the cause of the slim waist dance?Now I am lonely waiting for someone to return.It will still be green next year, whether it is spotted or not. again lone goose Shuang Leng Li Hong was shocked and lost his companion, and some people felt sorry for each other.I plan to use the ruler to send my sorrows to the side, and I have many books and books, and tears fall in front of the lamp. Don't think about the past to Yueming, but also know how to reduce year by year.There was a loud chirp for no reason, and the west wind blew only a shadow. It was just early autumn. butterfly love flower The hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the evening is like a jue.But it seems that the moon is finally bright and clean, and I don't care about the ice and snow. Helpless love is easy to give up, swallows are still, softly stepping on the curtain hook and said.After singing, the sorrows of autumn graves have not stopped, and Chun Cong recognizes the amphibious butterflies. again The scenery in my eyes couldn't be kept, it was warm and fragrant, and I went to the carved saddle again.Yuqian shredded tobacco covers the road, and the weeping poplar is the acacia tree. The melancholy jade face becomes an obstacle, what is the east wind, not the master of prosperity.There are still begging sentences left in the broken belt, and there is nowhere to find the spotted scorpion. again Going to the place where the green poplars once folded, I walked all over Qingqiu Road without saying a word and hanging my whip.The decaying grass has no mood in the sky, and the sound of wild geese goes far to Xiaoguan. I don't hate the hardships of the end of the world, I only hate the west wind, blowing dreams into the present and the past.Tomorrow's journey is still a little bit, and the clothes are covered with new cold rain. again Xiao Selancheng looked old, so she didn't make sympathetic words because she was afraid of being sentimental.Tears leaning on the flowers in the pavilion, worrying and not saying a word, where is the dark fragrance floating? Return to the old Mingyue Road.The cuffs are fragrant and cold, and the heart is bitterer than Qiulian.Don't say that you live in flowers, but people who cherish flowers go to flowers without owners. again summer night Under the exposed court, Ke cicadas rang and rested.The gauze is like smoke, and the moon is exquisite in the smoke.There is nothing to say with the fragrant shoulders, and the cherries secretly spit out clove knots. Smiling roll light shirt caviar valerian, try to flutter Liuying, startled the amphibious butterfly.Thin and broken jade waist covered with powder leaves, life is so unrequited. again out of fortress There is no definite rejection of rivers and mountains in the present and ancient times.Amidst the sound of drawing horns, the grazing horses came and went frequently.Who can speak of desolation?The west wind blows the Old Dan maple. There used to be countless grievances.Tie Ma Jin Ge, Green Tomb at Dusk Road.How deep is the love?The sunset shines in the deep mountains and the rain in the deep autumn. again The wind blows the leaves all day long.Extremely steep, a foot of Tianshan snow.Going and going, Dingling is full of worries, but Nakanke still hurts goodbye. If the Taoist is worried, it is easy to stop.Except for Zhu Yan, there will be no spring sales.A piece of paper sent a book and tears, the red boudoir will be reunited tonight. again It is expected that spring will come to relieve loneliness.Worry about the rain and wind, turn over the spring burden.It's not for hurting Chun's emotions, but for pity for Yan Feiyue in the mirror. After all, who knows the beauty of spring.Nine moses are covered with dust, reaching death to cover the clouds and valleys.If you can find the end of the spring and make an appointment, you will lose Dong Jun's promise if you don't grow up. Tang Duoling rainy night The silky rain is red, and the moss is pressed with embroidered patterns.It is the evening of heartbreak every year.At the moment, Fang Fei is hated, let alone Sai Yuanchun. Xiao Sa is unbearable, and the remaining makeup is full of night.For pear blossoms to cover the heavy door.Dreaming of going down to Jinwei Mountain, he knew the way and moved his army. again The gold liquid calms the heart, and the shreds of tobacco seem to be overwhelming.Qin shark silk Xiang bamboo silent.Don't pity the thin bones for Xiangtao, afraid of being easy, and reducing love. Report the information to Feiqiong, and sign it with a nickname.Appreciation of the bleak film month three stars.Waiting to send hibiscus to reveal her heart, and the way is, to solve the choking. again Heavy Nine The ancient trees are autumn to the people, and the temples are thick and frightened.Where is the Chongyang Festival?I remember the melancholy things back then, when it was raining and raining, I went down to the South Tower. A broken dream can barely stay, and the fragrant soul will rest when it cries.It's strange that Liang Chan is empty and full of quilts.Shuangluo Wuti couldn't sleep, but he wanted to think about it, the old romance. Samurai Qingming (According to this tune, it is Gu Liangfen Zidu Song) It's late to pick up emerald greens, and the outing is coming soon, and the fragrant notes are stacked next to Ji Xun.The cherry blossoms have withered and it's clear, what's the matter with the sideburns and the hairpin. Qiandai's double curves, tender intestines a few inches, make the youth hate her even more.There is a wandering warbler in Xiaochuang's dream, and he also says that he is haggard and poor. Su Muzhe The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter is leaking.Meet according to the appointment, whisper after dusk.The season is cold and people are sick with wine, pear blossoms are shoveled, and the east wind is thin all night. Cover the silver screen and hang green sleeves.Where is the blowing flute, and the pulse is slightly teasing.Heartbroken moonlight red cardamom, the moon is like that time, is the person like that time? again Wing bath Temple cloud pine, red jade Ying.Zaoyue was affectionate and sent pear blossom shadow.After half a sound, the oblique hairpin was careless.Fainted into the light tide, just woke up in love with the breeze. Lu Huaqing, quiet people.Afraid of being peeped by Lang, move the Qingluan Mirror away.Luo Ling waved uncertainly.The small fan is unlined, but Naixing is cold in the front. Pale yellow willow Yong Liu After three sleepless nights, it's autumn.A tree sets in the sun and cicadas swallow even more, Zeng Wanbaling bids farewell.The catkins have been rolled by the wind, and the air is desolate. Do not fold the long strip lightly.Su Xiaohate, he said.Do wandering, You Yezhang Taike.Hongbanqiao is empty, and people in skirts are gone, and the wind is still in the waning moon. Sapphire case Xinyou People's Day On the seventh day of the east wind, the teeth of the silkworms softened.A ray of rest.The dream is separated from Xiangyan to conquer wild geese.That's right again, the temples are blowing green, and Xiao Shengyi is trembling in spring. The embroidered screen is not covered with sorrow, and the years are empty and warm.The jade bone is almost changed with the flower bone.In the drunkenness of the three springs, after the farewell in the three autumns, the lonely hairpin swallows. again Su Wulongjiang The east wind blows the ground and floats the elm pods, just after that, it's snowing all over the sky.It is expected that the fragrance of the boudoir is clear.Who knows that this night, on the Wulong River, alone in the first three months. Passionate is not parting, parting is only for sentimental design.Butterflies dream of flowers, flowers dream of butterflies.When will we meet again? I will light candles at the west window and talk about it carefully. Moon Begonia Zhongyuan outside the Great Wall The wildfire at the original head burned the remnants of the stone, and the soul of the sigh died down.Throughout the ancient world, ask the east wind how many times it cools and heats.Shocking thing, it's the Ghost Festival again. The desolate situation is farewell in sorrow, in vain pondering for thousands of miles and sharing the bright moon.Dew cold mandarin ducks, the most unforgettable lotus leaves in the pond.Qingluan is far away, and the blue sky and sea of ​​clouds are absolutely perfect. again bottle plum The double eaves and the pale moon are as muddy as water, soaking in the cold fragrance in a small window.Pisces freezes together, it seems that I have been with me without sleep.At the horizontal pupil, Suo Xiao is now gone. With whom do you hold the bun in front of the lamp more?A small note on the copper bottle, stop teaching the smoke near the musk furnace.Reward Yi also, what time night clear tears. a bunch of flowers Chant and Tillian Lanshan Yupei put on neon clothes, relatively Wanhong makeup.Lotus root wind sent Ling Bo to go, bowed his head again, and discussed softly.A kind of deep love, very bitter, and the pulse is back to the setting sun. The color and fragrance are empty, and the reincarnation is fragrant, the bright moon is a small silver pond.Peach roots and peach leaves will stay together forever, accompanied by courteous, double-sleeping mandarin ducks.The wild rice floats and remains, and the heavy clouds suddenly turn black, sending the same dream to Xiaoxiang. The golden man holds the dew plate Watching the lotus in Jingye Temple has sun friends The lotus root wind is light, the lotus dew is cold, the broken rainbow is harvested, the red window is opening, and the curtain is hooked for the first time.Tian Tian Cui Gai, taking advantage of the setting sun to float in the waves of fish.At this time, the painting pavilion hangs down on the bank of the willow, and I comb my hair when I sleep. Old traces, recruiting roads, heavy everywhere, full of worries.I want to hang out on Furong Lake.The red clothes are messy, lying down to see the young concubine Tang Lanzhou.The noon wind blows off the Jiangnan dream, and Ling Ou in the dream. Cave Fairy Song Wing Wong Kui The lead is not protected, just look at the Taoist makeup.Ask others to come in.For lonely love and light rhyme, it is judged that it is not suitable for spring, and it is reserved and open to late autumn. The unprovoked light rain, the dripping damages the heart of the sandalwood, and the mayor of Xiaodigong Luo wrinkles.Why bother to complain about desolation, because I love autumn, I was thinned by the west wind for a few days.Don't bother with scattered bee yellows, and leaning against the setting sun is better than cuddling with red sleeves. Jian Xiangyun Sending off Friends The dangerous rhyme is careless, and the new sound is drunk.I have experienced all the love scenes, and I have remembered my troubles.I don't know that I was heartbroken at that time, but I am more proud than now.Xiangxifeng is about a few years old, and the old mood is gray. It is the autumn locust tree in the cold rain, with haggard temples, and a taste of sorrow.The secret agreement reunites with Zhizhi, and sees the green shirt and tears.Meng Tianya goes around all over the world, and only the bottle is handed over. Dongfeng all efforts Electricity and rapids, born to be unlucky, with tears like a tide.Just for fun, it's always boring after all.I want to express the hatred of separation for many years, the words have been exhausted, and the hatred has not disappeared. The past is far away.The moon in front of the window, several empty photos ecstasy.Old joys and new dreams, Wild Goose Teeth Little Red Bridge.The best time is to burn the lamps, Yichun buns and wine to warm the grapes.Desolate Sha, five sapphires, fluttering in the wind and rain. Manjianghong Thatched hut newly completed but endowed Ask me why?But here are three huts with three couplets.It can be learned, seagulls are fine, fly and sleep freely.All senses go with the flowing water, and my whole body is still bound by false names.Misunderstanding the east wind, the late sun, the apricot blossom sky, and the red teeth. A dusty dream, a deer in a banana.Turn over the hand and watch the chess game.And idle away wine, eliminate his poor fortune.After the snow, who will cover the eaves and corners of green, and after the rain, it is good to plant shade green on the wall.Some want to say to the cold night, candles in the west window. again Daibeiyannan should not be separated, and the moon is bright for thousands of miles.Who misses each other, at the foot of Rouge Mountain, it is sad and autumnal.Xiaoli was startled and wet with dew at first glance, Gumian cherished the strong fragrance and greasy most.Kuang Yewu crowed at the fourth watch, and the sound came from the side. Inexhaustible, elegiac meaning; inexhaustible, lovesickness tears.Thinking of the hometown tonight, who will lean on Yulan?If you don't come to Qinghai, you will dream of wishful thinking, and you will temporarily write words against your heart on the red paper.I don't care about saying goodbye to Hun, Dongtang Gui. again In order to ask Aunt Feng what happened, she emptied the volume.It's not that Jiangnan is doing well now, and I'm jealous of the weather.The leaves are all returned to the crow's habitat, but the swallows float back up with a drooping startle.Even the Lord of Heaven refuses to cherish sorrow and make people haggard. Stir for a while, sleep in front of the lamp; listen for a long time, feel drunk.Clinique yarn is blocked, and the painting screen is deep green.Under the desolate and remnant lamp, the departed soul is in the misty autumn sky.It's meaningless to always follow Tabor's powder and fragrance. Man Tingfang Crows turn over in the snow, horses jump on river ice, and dragon piles are blown by the startling wind.Weeping at night, this scene is always sad.Waiting for the mid-night dance, where there is no one, there are village chickens.It should be, Jin Jia patted secretly, with tears staining his clothes as well. It should be known that the past and present, the victory and defeat of the chessboard, are overturned like this.Sigh one after another pretty touching, looking back into failure.There are a few lines of green history left, under the setting sun, broken steles and steles.The years are shared, mixed with the river water, when will it flow back. again Inscription Yuanren Luzhou Gathering Wild Geese It seems that there are apes crying, and there is no fish singing, and the red maple is faintly lost.In the wet cloud shadow, a little bit of Su Binhong.Zhanduan Shazhou is lonely, on the cold wave, there is a smoke cage.Not at all similar, half river sesel, half river red. Chu Tianqiu is about to die, and wherever the di flowers blow, the sun is dark.Near the temple of Huangling, don't pick hibiscus.I want to go and chant, but I should not ask, the trace of the poet.Xianglingyao, a bottle of Yaofu, still wants to recognize Qingfeng.