Chapter 4 1936

The New Year in Haiguo is foggy and rainy, and the vast sorrow is completely lost. Zhixu today and yesterday are divided into life and death, with their own joys and sorrows. Don't come to spring like the old ones without any problems, and return to the dream city after death. Lingering green and green West Mountain Road, when will I be able to carry you together. The apron with rolled sleeves is busy with the mouth, washing hands and making soup. Worrying about the color of the fireworks, I want to find the fairy Bigu Fang. Hurt the spring and hurt the farewell to the past, wood and stone Wu'er gradually confessed his love.

The seven holes are blocked and chaotic, and the three stars and the moon are not clear. Hearing the flute blowing at night, the soul is still alert, watching the wind and flags move, the mind is calm. Talk about the unpredictable, so that you can draw and test your heart. Resting thoughts is nothing like smashing things, only one wave can move a thousand waves. Try to measure the exquisite land, how much sorrow and joy can be stored. People who dream of food and hunger dream of pardoning prisoners, it is difficult to sleep again and wake up hard to stay. The locust tree in the pillow is perched under the locust tree, and the body and mind have not yet rested.

If you want to tune without a zither, if you want to caress without a qin.With a bare mouth and a white tongue, why write your heart. If singing is not enough, silk and bamboo are better than meat.Asymptotically approaching nature, it is difficult to convey the heartfelt song. Like spring in flowers, like salt in water.If there is nothing but there is, there is no way to understand it. There are kidneys in the cocoon, and moths can fly.There is something in the heart, that is, suddenly hope. I don't see the flowers and willow eyes, and I haven't heard the language of the swallows. Opening an account is drizzling, when will the hometown be clear.

Slight overcast may not necessarily lead to rain, so spring is especially suitable for free days. The wind and the small clothes are reduced, and the people in the cold are light again. Close the window and launch the bright moon, and enter the curtain without any east wind. At the end of a night of spring, the apricot pistils in the gall bottle are red. There is no rooster crowing in the dark rain, but there are birds in the morning and spring. Xixi wants to have fun together, but it's hard to find someone to explain after a hundred chants. Why bother to cultivate a long interpretation of language, not to learn from Kuang bosom friend.

There is joy in the ear, and it is still in the heart. Don't forget to sleep and remember each other, your eyes, words and heart are both vague. Love is the strangest and form is the densest, but we are in the same bed with you in different dreams. Sleeping villages are separated by mountains and rivers, and pillows and Huai'an each have a day. That's five Ding open the way, for Yu Chiu Meng two links. "Explanation": "Bai Xingjian Three Dreams" says that there are two interlinked dreamers There is one person who can comment on the package, and sit in a circle surrounded by bright lights.

With a pitiful smile and a light frown, it is hard to think about the leftovers and cold heart. After opening the mirror and condensing the outfit, I worked repeatedly, and I stopped drinking the thin wine and poured the rest. Jiaozhang is the stars tonight, and Daoxiao is deeply resentful and deep. Thousands of lights take the moonlight, and a bow of clouds hangs dimly. Don't need dew to wash away the wind, lest I bow my head and miss my hometown. The electric light dazzles the eyes and makes the eyes cold, and Sammy gathers the stars to see. But if the lamp is strong and the moon is light, Zhongtian will do his best to pay for it.

The edge of the waterfall is pattering and the limelight is wet, and the snow is covered with jagged stone bones. There is no need to hold back in the middle of the night, China has its own good lakes and mountains. The black clothes shook the two capitals, and the nunnery bell called the dream back. Talking about returning home and sending it back, it is still allowed to be the host and the guest again. The summer trees at the gate are yin and yin, and the autumn flowers around the house are slowly blooming. Borrowing from Xiaoyuan to fill Xiaoyin, Lan Cheng wrote poems to thank Wucai. "Notes": above in 1936