Chapter 4 Nalan Ci Volume Four

Nalan Ci Volume Four water melody head Title Xishan autumn cool picture The empty mountain is quiet, and the shadows of the water and the moon are sinking.Outside the leisurely world, no dust is allowed.At the end of the year, when I recalled the place I visited, I still remember the half-pole slanted, reflecting the sparse forest.In the extremely thatched hut, the old monk was chanting alone. Tin in the cloud, fishing at the head of the stream, piano by the stream.In this life, with two clogs at the age of two, who knows the heart of lying and wandering.Zhun plans to go back by the wind, and turn his head to Huai'an by mistake, when will he have to throw a hairpin.Tabi socks and green shoes are about, but I am looking for pictures.

again Inscribed Yueyang Tower Map The setting sun and lake water, the ancient city of Yueyang.The boarding is half of the immigrants, and the titles have been counted.I want to ask where the traces are, but I see microwave leaves and a few clusters of fishing rods.How much parting and hatred, the mourning geese go down to Qianting. It should rain suddenly, the moon should turn around, and it should be sunny.There are countless gold and jade in the world, but there is no promise of emptiness.Dan Mosheng's silk spectrum is ready, waiting for Qian to draw a stroke, bringing out Jiuyiqing.It's like Xiaoxiang night, playing the old elves.

Reminiscing blowjob on Phoenix Stage On New Year's Eve, Liang Fen Min Zhongxin Fu The lychee powder is first loaded, and the peach charm is about to be exchanged, and the pregnant woman intends to give it to him.Xiluojiang double carp suddenly develops new words.The frequent years of separation and hatred, in a hurry, a piece of paper is difficult.Clearly see, re-send in the face of silence, and want to send it late. Heart knows.A beautiful sentence of plum blossoms, wait for Fen Lang's fragrance order, and then form lovesickness.Remember the painting screen Jinxi, once wrote a poem together.A single guest should have no sleep, and a dream of kindness is of little value.The next day, the phoenix trees rained at night, but they talked about Qiuchi.

again keep the year old What is the age of Zither?On the evening of Xiangping, the east wind blows lovesickness.Remember to patrol the eaves and laugh, and twist the plum branches together.Also in the shadow of the candle flower, urging to see, swallow wax chicken shreds.But now, a night snack, who knows whether it will be warm or cold? then.I am used to entertaining, and I am used to a feast every year, and the jade leak is like this.It's hard to find the Old Testament, and it's a waste of new words.In the next stage, the red flags are drawn, the crown is sideways, and the bucket is turned to moths.After re-inspection, Lu Lang has green temples, and he has not felt the late spring.

Chrysanthemum vs Hibiscus Shangyuan The golden duck dissipates the fragrance, the silver qiu sheds the water, and someone's jade flute flies.Right on top of Lin Xueji, the mandarin ducks are crystal clear.After the fish and dragon dance, the fragrant car is gone, and Wu Ling is left in front of his sleeve.Wild travel is like a dream, but now it is empty, and the secret promise is to burn the lamp. It's hard to remember the past.Sighing at the fire tree star bridge, looking back and drifting away.But the misty moon in Jiukui is still dim.The area around Chutian was frightened by the flames of flames, and asked if it could illuminate Jiangcheng tonight.There is still wine in the small window, and the lights are dimmed. Don't care about yourself.

Pipa Fairy mid-autumn festival Every year in the blue sea, may I ask, for whom is the ice wheel round and round?A piece of autumn fragrance was blown, and it was as clear as snow.In sorrow, I look forward to a good day and a good night, knowing that it will become a sad pharynx.Only the shadow is now, and it is worthy of being right, the bright moon of the old days. In the flower path, playing hide-and-seek, once provoked Xiao Xiaojing Wuye.Remember the light Wan small fan, and several times of cool and hot.Only end up, filled with all kinds of feelings, always boundless, regardless of parting.Once Ziyu was ruthless, Ye Han blew it apart.

Royal flowers heavy september Late autumn is better than spring, and the love is deep in the fragrance of Leng.There are six small screens in Zhulou, lonely and dusty.The tail smoke disappears, people dream, and the insects are broken.He insisted on joy and entertainment, but he was always in a bad mood. Recalling that year, I looked at it with a smile after suffering all the red cornel on my wrist.What's the matter now, tea and smoke on the Zen couch, afraid of singing and dancing.Jade millet is cold, and I can appreciate the moonlight and clear dew.Sighing the desolation at this moment, why should the city be full of wind and rain.

Nian Nujiao How long can one live?It's better to stop offending and hate leaves.It was the same smile in front of the ancestors, and it was the time of parting again.The lamp is broken, the smoke from the stove is exhausted, and there is nothing to say.A day of cool dew, Fanghun steals it this night. Afraid to see people go to the empty building, the willow branches are unharmed, I still sweep the window and the moon.I live in the depths of the dark fragrance without any points, and I regret that I married Lan Jin.Still warm sandalwood scars, still cold emerald shadows, touch the mood and add sadness.Worry often becomes sick, who do you know to tell?

again The green poplars are flying catkins, sighing in the courtyard, what is the return of spring?All day long, the dust blows and leans against the moor, but the lost is sleepwalking and returning home.The world is long, the life is not right, the sun is setting in the evening with drunken eyes.Sad and afraid to ask, where is the golden drum? When the night comes, the moonlight is like silver, and the clothes are embraced alone, and the shadows of flowers are scattered through the windows.Who knows this feeling?I also told my old friend not to go.Flowers are falling from thin trees, and you are still awake at night, don't be idle.Wen Yu sighed, there are only parrots in the West Corridor.

again Feelings about the abandoned garden The red is flying down, and the east wind is silent, just urging to wander.The rouge on the stone is dew on the flower, who will discuss with the thrush.The blue bottle sinks, the purple money hairpin covers it, and the sparrow steps on the golden bell rope.Time is like a dream, and it is a delay to find a good dream. It's gold powder empty beams, nesting swallows, and fragrant mud falling all over the ground.If you want to write a Chinese note, you can send it to me, so I feel very uncomfortable.When the plum beans were round, Liu Mian floated there, forgetting the appointment at that time.The setting sun is slowly rising, and the broken soul pays the remaining horns.

again Suhan'er Village Ruthless wildfire, taking advantage of the westerly wind to burn all over the world, and the grass at the end of the world.Yusai is back in the ice and snow, cold into the temples and blowing old.The shepherd horse neighed, Zhengjia moved wildly, and fell into the arms of Sorrow.I will know how much Yu Lang has lost tonight. Even if the brain is full of fat, it is still unbearable, and the smoke of this wasteland is shining.What's more, after Wenyuan was haggard, it was not the style of returning to wine.Returning to Lefeng is cold, the city is far away from the surrender, and the dream is surrounded by mountains.Boundless and full of senses, only Qing Xiao can only rely on heights. The first branch of Dongfeng peach blossom The east wind is weak, the rain is miserable at night, and the courtyard is still at dawn.Cui Lang, who was passionate before, should sigh last year's face.The Hunan curtain is rolled up at first glance, and I am already fascinated. I painted Liang Qiyan.The most charming person is Qing Xiaoying who sings, and a branch still trembles when it flies away. Behind the mountains, it blooms at dusk.Think of a lonely shadow and a sunset.Who moved to Ting Gao, accompanied by dizzy eyebrows and blue eyes.The wind and rain at the fifth watch count as a reduction and a ray of spring.It's hard to distinguish Jianglou last night when it's near the Li wall. Qiushui Listening to the Rain Whoever said that it takes wine to break sorrow, and after waking up, the heart turns drunk.Zhengxiang disappears emerald green quilt, and the curtain is startled, it is a little bit of silk and tears again.Reminiscing about the quiet window of Jianzhu.The delicate dream hangs down, and the frequency calls to feel the autumn water. Still in the chaotic sound of crocodiles, short-lived and flickering, how can I teach people to sleep.If you want to follow the trail for several years, you only need to suffer from a wave of wind and waves.Propose to the front of the bun lamp.Come here again, and enjoy the taste of the night rain and the sky. magnolia slow Rain in the autumn night, sending Liang Fen southward Looking forward to the delivery from the Milky Way, startled into the night, and transferred to the Qing Dynasty.The butterflies in the west garden, lightly turn over the musk powder, and secretly provoke the bee yellow.hot and cold.I glanced leisurely, and even slightly stirred my intestines.It should be a visit to see off guests, to re-taste the taste of parting. Doubtful.Ink and wash windows.Guying Dan Xiaoxiang.Qian Yiye Gaowu, with half a candle, made every effort to discuss.lotus clothes.I was secretly picked by the wind, and asked who will be with the mandarin duck tonight.Since then, I have been worrying a lot, and dreaming back to pay the crows. water dragon chant Title Wen Ji Tu It must be said that famous people are all over the city, but they are usually easy to get sad.Keting's ringing ceased, the four strings broke, and the evil wind blew away.Thousands of miles away, neither life nor death, this body is good and suffering.For the yellow sand and white grass, humming and curling leaves, I hate all my life, and start from scratch. It should be the partner of Yaotai.There are only too many, the felt fur couple.In the severe cold, a few lines of rural tears echoed like rain.The size is heavy and the beauty is thousands of years old, but there is still no owner.Strange people are rich in blessings, God pays for them, foolish children and daughters. again Send Sun Younan back Life in the north and south is really like a dream, but lying on the top of Jinshan Mountain.Baibo passed away in the east, the birds sang and the flowers fell, let him go to sunset.Don't be full of wine, let you breathe, and send you home.There is a vast expanse of mist, half sail and waning moon, looking back several times, lovesickness is bitter. It can be recalled that the chai gate is closed deeply, the jade rope is low, and it rains at night when the lamp is lit.Floating life is like this, don’t be more and less, it’s better to be Mo Yu.Worrying about Xixuan, Liqiang leaves are dark, evening wind and rain.There are a few more places where gold and iron horses help the desolation. Qi Tianle Shangyuan In the waning fire trees, fish and dragons dance, looking forward to Baochai Tower far away.There is more red in the moth, and green in the glaze, waiting for the flowers to return slowly.Cold and light.At first glance, the smoke is falling, and the meteor is like an arrow.The past is shocking, and a pair of lotus shadows are broken. Don't hate the fleeting years like water, hate the disappearing butterfly powder, the time is too cheap.Whispering and blowing incense, dark dust cage temples, all chaotic by the morning wind.Knock all over the railing.Ask the bottom of the curtain is slender, when will we see you again?I don't understand lovesickness, the moonlight is full tonight. again nostalgic dressing table Who has ever seen the beauties of the six palaces? The stage is still near Fangzhu.With bare feet flying obliquely, the rainbow's waist is about to break, and the lotus leaves have not collected the residual rain.Where to add makeup, how about taking the carved cage and paying for the snow clothes.A mirror is empty, and the mandarin ducks are swept away. According to legend, when the inner family was over, there was a man who was dressed alone and stable, with ancient boots.The glamor is gone, and the moss and jade box reveal the legacy of the ten eyebrows.The world is day and night.Look at the west of the Roufen Pavilion, a few piles of dust.There are only flower bells, and the wind blows late at night after the rain and the sky clears. again Qixi Festival outside the Great Wall Autumn in Hebei Province of White Wolf is early, and Xingqiao welcomes the river drum again.The frequency of clear leaks shifts, and the slight clouds seem to be wet, which is exactly the golden wind and jade dew.Two eyebrows gathered together.Waiting to return to step on the elm, then I will complain.Fearing that they will meet again, they are even more speechless as they look at each other clearly. There are countless separations in the world.Before the feast of melons and fruits, Bi Tian stood still.Lian Liqianhua, lovesickness, after all, where is the wind.Life is good and hard.Counting before arriving at the vacant room, the cold fragrance cries at the dawn.Tonight, Tiansun, laughing and worrying. Rui Hexian Bingchen's birthday is from Shou.Start to use the words and phrases of snap fingers, and show the positive The teeth of the horse have been lengthened, and I am in vain. I ask you what is the matter.Fake names are always like water.Put together a glass of wine in front of you, and get drunk all your life.In the shadow of the setting sun, I asked about returning home, but I haven't returned yet.And follow the fate, go and live unintentionally, and look coldly at Huating. sleepless.Su Feng is still there, Xiaoyu comes to say, the sun is high and the flowers are sleeping.The bright moon is in the middle of the sky, once said and should be remembered.It is a crescent eyebrow, which is envied by others, and the stamens are left behind by the wind and rain.Sighing the time, the old self is incapable, just a long song. Yu Linling Kind of willow Hengtang is like practicing.The curtain is late in the day, and the shredded tobacco is rolled obliquely.But where did it come from? The Zhangtai seems to be soft and delicate.With just a trace of afterglow, lock the courtyard at dusk.The heartbroken place provokes lovesickness again, and the mist is misty to double swallows. Huilan just turned slightly overcast.Leeward flowers, do not understand the depth of spring.Togan was lucky to come from the sky, and once tried to dance in neon clothes.A hundred feet hang down, and I have been sober for a long time.Just stay away from the red building in the dream, and see you in person. sparse shadow banana The place where the Hunan curtain rolls is far away from the green shadow, which is covered by the surrounding eaves.The small standing skirt is often accompanied by the lazy spring, and the embroidered makeup is covered with golden strands.A bundle of hearts is difficult to express, and in the clear tears, the sorrow gathers next year.Listen carefully at night, raindrops on the empty steps, dreams come back without evidence. It is autumn that is lonely, and the voice is a little bit, to help people get out of their minds.Valerian quilt is cold in the beginning, the hangover is all awake, and the double pestle is smashed into pieces.The westerly wind has shed all the leaves of the phoenix tree, and what is left is green shade.Thinking of Yuren, Helu Zhelai, once wrote heartbroken poems. Xiaoxiang rain Send Ximing back to Cixi A night of rain in Chang'an added a bit of autumn color.Nai is in depression at this time, and he listens to Weicheng bagpipes for no reason.I can't keep the city close by, I have forgotten each other for a long time, but I only remember each other here.Yiyi Bailu Danfeng, gradually drifting away, the world ends north and south. Desolate.How did the general celebrities disappear in the day's affairs in Qianlou?A donkey with a soap hat, the afterglow of the westerly wind, and the trail of tired travel.For 20 years, Jiangnan is still undeveloped, and I sigh that it is hard to find a confidant.You must love wine and be able to write poems, and the lake is safe and sound, with a straw hat and a hat. merry son Autumn Country Shooting The grass on the plain is dry, and after the Double Ninth Festival, the yellow-leaved trees are swaying.I remember Yule's blue silk, when the flowers fell, I once picked up emerald greens, and suddenly remembered blowing the flute.Now it is, the burn marks are all gone, and the shadows of frost are chaotic and red.The autumn water reflects the sky, the cold smoke is like weaving, where the soap carvings fly, the sky is miserable and the clouds are high. Life must be enjoyed, you know.It is easy to have dizzy temples.Since saying goodbye to Dongfeng, I am bored.Counting fame and fame, it is easy to win, shoot tigers in short clothes, and sell wine in the western suburbs.Then he leaned on his horse and waved his hair into the shadow of the setting sun. Qinyuanchun Try to look at the Yinshan Mountain, feel dejected, and wander silently.See a few clusters of green peaks, go to Tiantianchi; a piece of yellow sand, the ground is free of dust.The broken leaf city is desolate, the clouds are far away, and the cold smoke outside the carving is miserable.After hesitating for a long time, suddenly the ice cliff turned into a rock, and thunder struck thousands of valleys. Poor and self-sufficient.Why should I hate so much all my life?It's only desolate, the moth eyebrows are left behind; the rotten grass is destroyed, and the bones are empty.Turning to the river in the north, crossing the bucket handle in the south, a little bit of frost and premature aging of the temples.Believe it or not, look back to the west wind, everything is sad. again Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, a dream woman died in plain clothes, choked up with her hands, and couldn't remember too many words.But there is a saying about parting: "Hate the wish to be the moon in the sky, and I still have to repay you to Lang every year." The woman has never worked on poetry, and I don't know how to get this. Life is fleeting, life is so unlucky, how can you forget it when you wander low.Since that devastation, I have no clothes and no tears; I have been in love for a few years, so why not have a dream.The cuckoo crows the most bitterly, frequently urges the swan to leave, and wins a cry in the middle of the night.The remnants of the remains are there, but Ling Biao turned around, but he was not allowed to look at them carefully. Rediscover the vastness of the sky.It is expected that there will be frost in the future with short hair.Believe in the world and the sky, the relationship between the world is not broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves, touch the thread and hurt.Wanting to tie the knot, startled and wandering, the two mandarin ducks are cool each other.Really helpless, the sound of the eaves and rain, the spectrum into the nostalgia. again The dream is cold and full, but the hope is slow, is it Ye Feiye?The melancholy orchid paste is stained with powder, and the rhinoceros is still there; the golden mud is embroidered, and the cicada yarn is covered in the air.The shadow is weak and difficult to hold, and the relationship is deep and temporarily separated.Come back, take advantage of the end of the month before the stars, the soul is in the pear blossom. Luan glue continues the pipa.Can you compare with Eluhua back then?But it is broken for no reason, and the wind and waves are bad; it is better to be scattered, and the dust is judged.Looking back at each other most, Jiao corrupted the words, and poured tea with the silver lamp in hand.It's over now, so I see you again in the tent, it looks like Yi's family. witch hazel To Liang Fen Germany is also crazy ears.Accidentally, in the country of Zichen Jing, Wuyi Mendi.Who would want to pour the soil of Zhaozhou when there is wine?If you don't believe it, you will become a confidant.Singing with blue eyes is still young, and wiped away the hero's tears in front of the respected ones.Don't you see, the moon is like water. You must be intoxicated tonight.And let him and the crescent eyebrows spread the rumors, the past and the present are the same taboo.What's the point of asking about your life experience, just let it go with a sneer.Think about it, and regret it from the beginning.A day's heart expects a thousand kalpas, and the fate and fear of the future are in other lives.However, the promise is heavy, and you must remember it. again Give Liang Fen again, use the old rhyme of Qiushuixuan The wine is full of blue shirt rolls, all of the past, the romantic Beijing is a sign, and the idleness is not yet gone.Jiangzuo has been famous for 20 years now, and the tears of the dead trees are still flowing.Shake it off, jade moth golden cocoon.How many courteous red leaf sentences, the imperial ditch is deep, not as shallow as the Milky Way.Empty awareness, drawing exhibition. It has been difficult to show high talents since ancient times.In vain to teach him, to write on the wall, Lingyun Shubian.The qualified wandering beams are everywhere, looking at the barking dogs in the village.It is inevitable to be alone and haggard.In front of Yanyan's gate, Fengke was inscribed, but unexpectedly, it embellished the family code of the dynasty.It is difficult to cut the tongue by touching it. again I'm afraid that Fang will be full.Going deeper, blurred and drunk, accompanied by residual lights.The crescent moon is still in the corridor, and the sound of bamboo is disturbing.Ask melancholy and the length of the spring night.The Yanzi Tower is empty and cold, and no one cares about Lihua and Luo.Who knows, really call. This feeling is like Qian Dongfeng Huan.Nai Chuilai, Yu Xiang sick wine, add half of it.Say goodbye to Jiang Yan, who has lost weight, how can he endure the cold and warm.Yi Xu Yu, vertical and horizontal famous bowl.Drops of red wax tears in the west window, the intestines were broken at that time, as early as today.Any corner pillow, solitary pavilion. again Jian Liangfen, when Fang made the plan for Wu Hancha Shed tears for no reason, don't come to this world by mistake because of him and Qionglou's loneliness.Idiots who believe in Taoism are so blessed, whoever sends them away will give birth to Minghui.Don't write more, and get tired of floating names.Why don't officials be like a broken stem, only the generals and voices are for the group to bark.Heaven wants to ask, and it will stop. Deep love, I fight myself to haggard.Zhuan Ding Ning, Xiang Lian are easy to boil, and Yu Lian is lightly broken.Envy kills the liking in the world of mortals, blindly drunk and dreaming of death.Sing and cry, guess whatever you want.Juesai's return to Wu Jizi's life is nothing but business.Those who know me, Liang Fen'er. again Wei Ximing What's the matter?But let him and God tease, don't teach Nirvana.Frustration is more and success is less, and several people have been aggrieved in ancient times.You must know that fortune is broken.Lying alone on the quinoa bed, looking at the Big Dipper, with the high city on my back, and the jade flute blowing into blood.Listen to the Qiao drum, the second watch is thorough. The husband refused because of the heat of the people, and took leisure, five lakes cuisine, and a boat with one leaf.Tears are endless like autumn rain, sprinkled on Noda Huangdie.You must not envy and Chengming trains.The horse traces and the chariot dust are too busy, let the west wind blow the cold Chang'an moon.And Xiao Temple, the flowers are like snow. again Jiang Ximing bid farewell, and gave it as a gift Who will stay with you?Sighing at life, turning clutches and reunions a few times, it will become twilight.I most remember Xichuang Tong Jianzhu, but talk about the night rain in Jiashan.No way, just get together temporarily.Dagon Dagon Yangtze River Xiao Xiaomu, send Yaotian, white geese mourning.Under the yellow leaves, autumn is like this. Said attribution is very sad.The material is strong, the cold smoke and the cold moon live in the Brahma Temple late.One thing is sad, you are down and out, and your temples are fluttering and you have not met.There are children of Jie Yi and Chang'an.Qiu Wei's entry into space information, belief in ancient times, talent and truth.Life experience hate, who speak together. again Ji Liang Fen The wood fell to Wujiang.It is depressed, the westerly wind blows the south geese, and the blue clouds are thousands of miles away.The desolate rivers and lakes still carry wine, a sad taste.Looking back, don't play sour tears.It's not that the Tiangong religion was abandoned, it's that Fang Chengwei was mistaken because of his talent.Wandering place, who comforts me. Don't come, I'm also hurt and alone.It's even more nasty, the frost is broken, and the strong arms are all useless.The sky is far away, it is difficult to look at the eyes poorly, and it is enough to go up to the tall building.Don't hate, there is no place to bury your sorrows.Autumn rain and autumn flowers close the ice, and they are courteous and good for extra meals.People don't get it, it's meaningless to grow. again Feelings on the Anniversary of the Death of a Wife When is this hatred?Dripping empty steps, cold and rainy breaks, and the weather for burying flowers.For three years, the soul has been dreaming, and it is a dream that should be awakened after a long time.The material also feels that the world is tasteless.It's not as good as the night, the platform is separated by dust, deserted, and a place of sorrow.Chai tin made an appointment, but abandoned it. If there are Pisces in Chongquan.I want to know him, who has been suffering and happy in the past years, and who he leans on.I turned around from midnight to night, and listened to Xiangxian's heavy reasoning.To be married, he knows already.I'm also afraid that both of them will die, and if they are destined to die again, the moon will be left in zero wind.The tears are gone, and the paper is ashes. again It's meaningless to not get long.It is necessary to hold Hehe and Yinhe together, and the whole world will be washed away.Linge taught to keep the fan book, laughed and brushed his clothes back.In this case, how much can Gu Long do.Infinite love, infinite hatred, no reason, no heroism.Temporarily looking for a place to avoid Rouxiang. Dongjun knows what it means to be frivolous.Year after year, worrying about red and miserable green makes people haggard.The temples are fluttering and white, and it is easy to waste your youth by mistake.Then make up your mind, let go of your madness and stop regretting.But there are beauties who always look after their eyes and become intoxicated with famous flowers and fine wines.The affairs of the world, the public is waiting. Fishing noon rain view There are swollen marks, half punt poles and soft edges, and countless cattail leaves.The shreds of smoke in the empty Montais are dark, and the white bird wants to dance with the fish.Road outside the bridge.Zhengyi faction, painting boats, flutes and drums, lives in the stream.Vomiting dumb and soft oars, brushing the new lotus early, turning suddenly along the embankment, breaking through the rain of emerald money. Jianjiazhu is not reduced to the depths of Xiaoxiang.Start falling is as indifferent as fog.Dripping into a piece of shark tears, also like Miluo throwing Fu.It's hard to worry about.Only the color-threaded wild mushrooms, the pulse is through the ages.Sad speechless, remember that day the flag pavilion, the water was gone, and the wine blocked the wind. again Farewell to Deqing Master Cai Ask Bai Jingguo, the head of life, what will happen after all.I don't know that there is a bamboo hat and flat boat on the Qingxi River.People do not know.Let's cook perch with a smile, taking advantage of Sibi.Sour nose for no reason.Lose your soul to the forked road, conquer the wheel post and ride, and the west wind is rushing to break the wild goose. Heroes, career north and south.Linfeng wept because of it.If you know that you are willing to wave your hands frequently, the zero rain is sad for this day.Take too much rest.It is necessary to believe that all the princes and Yan Yan are throwing away in vain.track of years.How many ambitions, how many nightmares, tears of frost and weaving. Green shirt wet Mourning for death The green shirt is wet all over, comfort me with comfort, and forget each other after forbearance.Half a month ago, he helped the sick, the scissors sounded, and there was a total of silver.Yi was born timid and vacant.Up to now, I am alone with Li Huaying, cold and desolate.I would like to point to the soul to know the way, and to teach dreams and corridors. The inclined road of Yugou is very close, and the general enjoyment, the vines and the setting sun.Sentence to wake up Changmian drops, and Qinglei, stir into pepper paste.I'm afraid that Youquan will still feel sad for me.Daoists are poor and their lives are poor, so they should rest, and then rest and delay, complaining about fans and worrying about fragrance.It is expected that the reunion of the secret oath will be difficult. Reminiscing Taoyuan Slowly Leaning on the smoked cage, the curtain is so cold that it is as cold as water all night.Where is the soul, there is a bright moon thousands of miles away.The two places are desolate, how much hatred, and the smoke from the medicine furnace is fine.Recently, emotions have nothing to do with sick wine, how to hold a long nose and feel drunk.It's better to sleep than to think about it. How can I sleep when I see the night. Several years of ups and downs in the news made Zhu Yan haggard.The paper windows are pattering, and it is so cold that the quilt is so cold.It is not a desolate feeling that the seal character is fragrant and the lamp is cold.There are tens of millions of extra meals, and the voice is cherished, and now I will understand the meaning of the day.It is early to remind people to be more leaky, and the ground is full of remnant snow and moonlight. Xiangling Guzi (According to this tune, the rhythm is not recorded, and the doubt is also self-made. The book is Jianwutong) New sleep, hearing all the leaks, cries about to dawn.The hairpin falling on the side of the screen cannot be supported, and the lingering fragrance of tears is quietly.All kinds of thoughts come, and the thin quilt of the pillow is turned upside down.In the shape of a civil body, he is willing to haggard, and only occupies Yi's arms for nothing.Look at Xiao Xiao's phoenix tree, and the autumn light will come this day. If it weren't for the fact that sorrow can hurt people, how could the green mirror and beautiful face be old?Huiye's fate is unlucky again, and he regrets living in a dream.Reminiscing that the young days are clear and crazy, the flowers are on the verge, and the soft wind is shining obliquely.The end is now, the cause of the mistake is sparse, but I am troubled by mistaken people when I was young.It is expected that he is sleeping idle at this time, and he is also full of worries. Dajiu To Liang Fen How can a furnace of smoke, a window of the moon, ruin the beauty like this.The youth is still in my eyes, and it is strange to blow up for no reason, and it is a bit dusty.Twisting the broken branches with hands, meditating on the past, it seems that there is no evidence in the previous life.By whom does Linhong send it, thinking that there is only a shadow in the end of the world, and the wind and rain are miserable.So when Wu Ling was calendered, and the Shu paper was stained with cries, whoever wrote the same Fu. It wasn't wrong at the time, it was a beautiful flower and a moon, and it was jealous of God.Only Suoqian and Chungui Swallow talked and started from the beginning, trying to teach him how to speak.In case of leaving the soul, the side dream is haunted by the cold fragrance.Just heard, Chengtou drum.What's the benefit of lovesickness, I wish to take it in the next life.Hui industry is the same.