-After the first sunny day, I will find a China bed, and the old branches will wither. I'm too drunk to dream today. The rotten grass is astringent when it breaks in spring, and the reward is still light at night. Cut off Yun Song's sleep, and the cold wave will slow down at night.
Only when you drink the graceful rain alone will you be happy. A long old chapter is good, and every sentence is sad. Three nights of tooth washing is fragrant, and the bottle is filled with willow color and autumn. After watching the Thousand Gardens for half a month, I gradually forgot yesterday.
-push the feather and caress the sign, roll up the corner, the bright moon moves to the west building alone, and the spring is dark. The double and boundless eulogy is the melody of the night, but the pure Dharma has not been sung at last, and it is still lingering, attracting you to seal Brahma and remembering the past.
-Turn to Zhu Gallery and see the golden wall shining, the space is gone, and the waist is swaying. How can it be wonderful? The eyebrows are faint, and the face is dyed with peach blossoms. I'm afraid Zhu Yan will be exposed. Shoulders should be slowed down to the temple of spiritual cultivation, and Hui Zong's thin gold now, if it is a nightmare in a previous life.
-In front of the palace, the ladies-in-waiting stood opposite each other. When they heard the sound of the inner room, they were heavy and indifferent. They were dazed, brushed their hair slightly, and skillfully moved the incense and left the Luan Temple.
Jing Rendi ★ Chen
The brush was covered with Zhu Haoluan's golden fan, and his face was covered with ribs, bones and onions. Even if the fallen immortal shouldn't, the book fair will be slow. Jade Zhang is fragile and easy to break, so don't look forward to it. If you are inferior to others, you will find that human feelings are good after all.
Empty as washing, moonlight as practice, the wind doesn't know how to make up. Acacia is useless. I can't sleep alone. I'm tired of not giving up in front of the mirror. After the spring, Warwick was there, the smoke on the waves was cold in Leng Mo, and the flute was singing.
Drinking music in the palace is not too bad. After the dance in the Third Academy, it is hard to hide the feeling of parting. In the early Tang dynasty, it was a passing sight, and before entering the Vatican, it was already a dream.
Holding the cup, I finally got in, and I bowed my head and sighed. I rolled my eyes and vaguely saw the beautiful image of my old friend. It may be the wine that makes people sad, but it's the wrong face.
Then he chuckled, raised his forehead with his hand and said nothing.
Fei Lian Xi Mo Ran
-sunny and full of spring sorrow to go to the next year, poetry to find dusk. There are many warblers under the pine leaves, and the smoke breaks the bamboo path. Where Wu Ge stays tactfully, where the bright moon envies ChanJuan. Misty and fragrant expression, ten years deep wall listening to the rain sleep.
The moth's eyebrows were beautifully dyed. They had a dream last night. In the early autumn, mangroves cry, and the rain scatters clouds until the evening. The pipa in the burning dock turns dusk, and the smoke on the rock is cold. The palace is warm and full of ink, which makes me pure and beautiful.
-I've been worried about it since Lang Nan collected good news. The tiles of broken porcelain have reached into my skin, and I can't say anything in my heart. Lang finally shook his sleeves and went away, and he dyed the Brahma lantern from then on. The next day, in the pavilion, I occasionally met Yang, the king of Jin, whispering softly and caring about my heart. But Qing Qing Wang was inclined, with two colors, and eventually refused to listen to him. He didn't study Chen Lang's rights, but he played the piano at night and finally realized his way, so he came.
-gently moved to the inner hall, looked into the cup, sighed slightly, fell back to the case, sighed heavily, hung his head, and his eyes seemed full of beauty, so he entered an inch, stared for a moment, then bent over to salute and turned softly.
-I haven't won the holy face for a long time, and I am eager to read it. Why can't I get emotional and have an epiphany? Now that I have turned it into a bright future, I don't know why Chen Lang is drinking alone, empty to the moon.
Jing Rendi ★ Chen
Youle carved the saddle with cold light, and Qiang sang the string and wore a thin coat. Xiao spent the night in Songting, and made a farewell call after dusk. The clouds are pale and the frost is exhausted, and it is even more leaking when the sky cries and the night rain is empty. Inch by inch, tears condense on my cheeks, and my cheeks turn red in the evening.
How cold the wind is, the cold palace is hard to survive, and there is nowhere to find the scattered thin chapters. There are countless flowers, and it is raining at dusk, so it is difficult for the geese to see their way home. The curtains are covered with green frost, and it is said that there is no plan to stay in spring.
When Iraqis enter, they will stop first. At first, Orr and I woke up together to screen others. The matter of self-injury caused by ink dyeing the day before yesterday is still in front of my eyes, and I can hardly blame it. Ben Qin Ying poured out his hopes, but he was angry for many days and it was hard to let it go. Today, before I arrived in Iraq, there was a smile between stunned faces, and I still smiled at cool thin.
Do not hold hands, such as nectar, such as brine dregs. I haven't seen you for days. I miss you very much. It's like seeing you for the first time at such a good time. I don't know if I want to have a drink with you and talk about the past.