The spring breeze dawns and the cherries fly, and the flowers in the embroidered pavilion are beautiful and beautiful.The peach branches and willow branches shine on people, and the clear water and jade are the pillars.
Zhulan's hands can't help being red, and the grass is naturally purple.Xiling is graceful and graceful, double back Luan, and Hui's belt is like smelling the moonlight.
Poor jade temples and dogwood hearts, full of beauty as hibiscus.Mingxia comes from the nest of the falling wind, and the white butterfly begins to feel the love of a round fan.
Danqiu weeps in the cool night, dreaming into the sky surrounded by warblers.At this time, the red powder floats high on the branches, and the fragrance of cardamom continues to explore the flowers.

The heart of the brothel is at dusk, and the soft silk folds into a golden bed.Pan Chi and five swallows can send their love, but there are mandarin ducks abandoned by the roadside.
Xiling moon shines on the purple clouds, and the willows wait for the good wind.There are fragrances in the small gardens, and there are no dreams, no new flowers, no oaks.
See you at the golden blowing oil wall, and see you in the middle of the night when you make spiritual clothes with jade.A tree of red pears is even more melancholy, clearly covering the painted cherry blossoms.
The lights are dim at the end of the month, and the electricity hurts the mind, and the horses are blown by the wind and dust at night.The willows have become the hatred of geese in the early days, and the peach blossoms are still in the spring of Yingchun.

Qingcong dots Yu Fangcao, and the red tears belong to the old people every year.The golden thread can also move the phoenix and blow, how different is the lovesickness from Luoqiaojin. Renting Maoci by the fishing rocky bank, and wearing a windshield can be chased by the wind.The old building of Luoju Pan'an residence, and the new Song Yu residence in Jingzhou,
The water in front of the door is like a mirror, the clouds and mountains and thrushes outside the sky.There are sculls at the head of Taoye Ferry, and there is nothing better than Xiaogu Temple in Qingxi.
There is frost on the temples of the first flying fluff, and the red dome is useless for a long time.But he pities the afterimages in the mirror, and the candlelight in front of the statue.

Misquote old sorrows and stop talking and laughing, explore new joys and sorrows.Weisheng is like adding silk thread, inviting Le Junen and Xu Chang.
Who's Yuefu sings without worries, looking at the Northwest Tower of the floating clouds.Han Pei dared to give it to the goddess, Yue Ge chatted with E Junzhou.
In the spring, the willows want to have blue eyes, and the snowy mountains should want to have white heads.Don't blame Yinhan for the Lu family, the river flows eastward every year.
The red halo and the green tears are endless, and the spring in the southern country is coming and it is cold.Going to the willow flower like a dream, the misty moon has always been a worry.

Who knows the news of the painting hall, and the face of the green tent is alone.Cherish the Langui family of the Junjia, and the east wind depends on one.
He respects the old year and envies Chen Liang, and the Qi Xi Luo Wei is the summer light.The small courtyard is surrounded by a furnace like daytime, and some people burn incense in seclusion.
The snow on the window urges the residual omission, and the Hua stirrup in the room promotes the gorgeous makeup.Tomorrow, the bead curtain will invade the dawn roll, and the mandarin ducks will line up.
The new leaves of Wuwu are fragrant, and the colorful phoenix and Luan play with the purple house.I have already felt that Qi Chuang has returned to her charm, and she is still shining with the blue mirror.

Journeys from the sideburns are jealous of flowers, and Mo Chunfeng is mistaken for willow madness.Cooking the incense car and painting the end, turning over the warbler and swallowing the letter, he is busy.
The sound of strings and pipes stopped laughing and talking, and Qing Zun urged the seat in front of Xiaolan.It is already suspected that the moon is avoiding the lantern night, and it is more like flowers losing and dancing in the snow.
Yurui's forbidden spring is as thin as I am, and the silver vat is round for the king that night.The new poems are full of beauty and peaches and plums, and the rain and wind are not jealous of Yan.

In the dream, if you call for a painting boat, if the mandarin lake's mandarin wings are open.At this time, facing the moon and Qinshui, where can I see the clouds passing over the Diaotai.
Saying goodbye, I have stayed with Yingying for a long time, and I know that Yan should come back.It's only pity that I can't go because of the wind, and the fluttering Zhengshan is more than the falling plums.
The flowers on the Moshang are blooming, and the water in Yuanhu Lake is green and fertile.Ban Zou goes late after the snow, and returns slowly before the wind.
The flowers on Moshang are blooming and flying, and there are still some pieces of Lang's clothes left.Yunshan is good to go to the pavilion, and return slowly when the wind and moon are good.

The flowers on the Moshang are rare in bloom, and the neem flowers are warm in wind and clothes.Remnants of flowers and dreams fade away, weak willows return slowly like people.
Su Nu has worshiped soup for thousands of years, and she is afraid of floating mud like stepping on the spring sun.Poor Lanze has no points.Song Yu He Yao Fu thin clothes.
After taking a bath, the soup spring powder and sweat are fragrant, and I also see the mandarin ducks bathed under the quilt.Yishan Mountain is as good as Lishan Mountain, and there are white five lotus flowers in soup.
Sleepy eyes dim try to bathe body, Fanghua actually want to spring.Lianjun forced to drink the water of Xiangxi River, and the spirit of Lanqi Meihun was secretly hiding people.

Jingxin Baishui is the antecedent cause, so why did you ever promise others.Three hundred dendrobiums of decoction were decocted, and I joined hands with you to collect dust.
Autumn water and spring shirts are sad at dusk, and the boat window laughs near the red building.Amorous sunsets with Yilan swaying, no excuses for light clouds and colorful boats. Songs in the moonlight are looking for the tail of the stag, and books on the wind bed are chaotically looking for scratching your head.The smoke and water of the five lakes are so long, I wish to chase the gulls and the rapids.
Su Yu Qingzun is not worried, and the clouds and things on the building are like makeup buildings.The husband is expected to paddle, but the concubine would rather resign and learn to go boating.

Under the candle, the oolong looks at the pillow, and the parrot calls to comb its hair before the wind.Poor Mingyue will be three or five, playing the flute to Biliu.
Swim along the winding path and sparse the fence, and dance heavily on the branches.Fragrant Stealing Han Zhuan is still sleepy, and his soul haunts Zhuang Zhou's dream even more secluded.
It seems to be drunk in the sun after drinking flower pulp, but the shadow of the moss is sad.The Dongfeng rogue woke up frequently, and took advantage of the mad bee to annoy the painting building.
There is always smoke in the wild bridge and boat pavilion, and the fragrance is nothing before the flowers and shadows.Because of who is behind the fragrant grass in Beipu, Xiling really has a feeling of hatred.

Watching Tao Zi night talking about parrots, folding willows and lonely pavilions and recalling cuckoos.The life of a goddess should be a dream, why not the wind and rain shine on the cicadas.
The festival is more filial to Baihua than Qingling, and the state of fasting is back to work.The red lead is dyed from the game, just like the scattered flowers of the heavens.
Zhan sandalwood cloud air gushes to the incense platform, and the first residual shell leaves of the lotus leak open.The husband's room cleared the throne, and the goddess of scattering flowers came.
Halo, Bitu, Huang Xie, Wuhua, and the incense lamp Zen Bandao family.There are only cold plum trees in the atrium, and the fairy calyx and green flowers are invited.
The Oubo Pavilion opens to the crimson clouds, and the Qinxuexuting Pavilion is at its absolute point.There are several branches of black bamboo and a wisp of incense, and the small window leaves Chi Zhongji to come.
Shaobao is a peerless man, and his fame is sent to Liao Kuo.When Fang Qi uses troops, how precise is his battle defense?
The spirit swallows the dragon, and the career goes high.Sitting and seeing the driver come back, Zuo Xian died.
Once the fate of the dynasty shifts, Rang Ju's plan begins.West City recites the white clouds, and the wind and thunder are silent.
Don't you know the objection? Count what the public has learned.Feeling sad and unlucky, so I committed a crime. For two hundred years now, the elves are in the valley.When I come to the West Lake, the eaves are even more desolate.
The barren grass sings and the crickets sing, and the blue sky crosses the osprey.The pines and cypresses are dark and the hills are long, the withered mulberry is noisy and the birds are noisy.The setting sun is empty with tears, and the British wind is actually Antuo.
Every year, red tears stain the Taixi River, and the spring water and east wind break the willows.The bright moon suddenly moves and the new leaves are cold, and the crying marks are only in the west of Zigui.
Worrying about the fragrant grass reflecting the fishing rocks, the purple swallows turn over the wet green clothes.Lonely Qi Fengxiang can't afford it, and the residual red should turn into rain.