Chapter 6 Addendum to Nalan Poems Volume 1

Addendum to Nalan Poems Volume 1 Wang Jiangnan Chanting Moon At the beginning of August, the half-mirror went to Qingxiao.Leaning on the painting lanjiao without saying a word, the plum shadow is moved across the red bridge secretly, and the skirt is blowing in the north wind. partridge day from hatred Standing on her back, Yingying pretended to be ashamed, and slapped Mei Rui on the shoulder with her hand.If you want to talk about leaving the hatred to find the man, you will stop when the man returns to the hatred. The clouds are pale, the water is long, and a flute locks the empty building.When will the spring stream and the moon be together, and a boat with a willow and a leaf will hang down from the bank.

bright moon sailing lonely boat Haidian A piece of pavilion is empty.Taking advantage of the westerly wind and dancing in neon clothes.The white birds flew in fright, wild wild cattail leaves were in disorder, and people spoke intermittently. Danbi refutes the rainy autumn night.The wind blows away Cailingyue girl.The sound of the potter's wheel is broken, and the crows are about to rise, so much Boshan's emotions. Linjiang fairy Last night, I had a personal appointment, and Yan Chengyu leaked the third watch.A crescent moon and a few sparse stars.In the middle of the night, I still haven't slept, and the people are quiet and the mouse is peeping at the lamp.

It turned out that Qu Tang was blocking the wind and wrongly taught people to hate and be ruthless.There was no sound outside the small railing.At the place where the heart is broken several times, the wind blows and protects the flower bell. Watching the tide Baozhu Cave The wind and rain in the Han Mausoleum, the cold smoke and the decay of the grass, the rise and fall of mountains and rivers everywhere.The mountains are empty during the day, and the night is clear, so it is not desolate.The past is the worst.Think of Tongtuo Lane, the scenery of Jingu.There are several palaces where the boy herds cattle and sheep.

The barren sand is vast.There is a line of mulberry stems, and the snow is cold and the eagles are flying.A beam of cooking smoke, three points of dream rain, can't bear to watch the setting sun on the forest surface.Returning geese in two or three rows.Seeing chaotic clouds and low water, iron riding on barren hills.At dusk when monks eat, the cool moon at Songmen brushes their clothes. Recalling Jiangnan Recalling Jiangnan, Luan went through this process.A handful of rouge Shen Bilong, surrounded by pavilions, green and red.The news is hot and windy. again Spring is gone, and people are in the east of Hualou.The corner of the fragrant grass is green and sticky, and the falling flowers are red and the water is three bows.Who share the good times?

Jujube The wind is blowing, and the rain is weaving.No wonder the spring sorrow is added carefully.I can't remember clearly that it is a dream, but there is a curtain behind the dream. Jade serial movie just sleep.Sorrow crushes the quilt and flowers.Counting more chips, seeing the silver worm falling.Dreams are hard to rely on, and news is hard to tell.It's just that Zaiyi frowns all day long. like a dream order Thousands of tents are intoxicated, and the stars and shadows are crumbling.Guimeng was separated by the Lang River, and was shattered by the sound of the river.Still sleeping, still sleeping, explaining that waking up is tasteless.

fairy The crows of the Moonfall City are still alive, and it’s too early to wake up without sleep.Boshuang's courtyard is timid and timid, with a quiet heart and red circles, who will know this feeling? Huanxisha The golden years flow like water, and the shark beads are more difficult to collect.When I am ill, I often comb my hair timidly. A path of green clouds and bamboo resentment, half a window of red sunset flowers sorrow.It's just a hook for the lower curtain. again Willing to look at separation from love easily, but from easy to difficult.It's hard to let go of the past.

Tonight, in front of the lamp, the shadows are shared, and the pillow letter is empty with a green quilt.There is no one to share the spring and cold. again Already used to the end of the world, Mo Lang worries, cold clouds and decaying grass are gradually turning into autumn.Man Yin got up from sleep and went upstairs again. Accompany me Xiao Xiaowei on behalf of the horse, the laughing man is silent and has a petunias.Workers are only together for a lifetime. picking mulberries Juyongguan The sound of Zhou Zhou is strict and strict, and every horse is on the rise.Trample on the yellow dust, listen to the newspaper postmark how many times.

Pedestrians don't talk about the past affairs, the wind and rain are all tombs.The Lonely Fish Lantern, the cold moon at the top of Tianshou Mountain. Qing Ping Le Fahan'er Village Inscription Wall When the moon falls, who will remember the guest Xu?Looking at the mountains and clouds in the house, it seems that there is a corner of the red building. Unsatisfactory things year after year, killing the wind and smoke.Losing with the son of Wuling, at this time, the dream circles around the flowers. again The sound of the horn is mourning, and the moon is being carried on the back.In the past, the Chinese years were like lightning, and it was forbidden to say goodbye again and again.

A whip broke through Huangai, wandering in the shadow of chaotic mountains.Suddenly recalling last year today, the Ming Tombs came back. again There is no sleep in the painting screen, the raindrops are shocking and the wind is shattering.Greedy talk sporadic blue flame falling, idle half bed red quilt. Born catkins drifting.Even teaching mantras is useless.It's not yet the return date, but the eyelashes are already full. swing rope The brocade curtains are swirling around like cicada clouds, but it's still too early to get up.Unable to sleep leaning on the incense camp, wisps of residual smoke curl up.

The ground is full of green shade and the red circle is quiet, adding to and urging the birds to return.It's a pity that the spring is gone and the time is passing, only Mo is known. wave washing sand Qiu Si Frost News went to Yintang and made a new cool.Neta young girl is too frivolous.A straight lotus leaf cover protects the mandarin ducks. Swallows want to return to their hometown, but bid farewell to Diaoliang.No one leans against the setting sun.Still fickle or hateful, think carefully. poppy Chuxi walk Sorrow marks are everywhere, and no one cares about it, and the wet Langgan shadow is exposed.Leisure steps are small and desolate.There is still the moonlight in Xiaoxiang in the old days.

Thin love is passionate and tired, and the song is soft and heartbroken.The words on the red paper are blurred towards the wall, recalling Yi Shu holding hands in front of the lamp.