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The ultra-classic Rain Alley

Dai Wangshu. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

And lonely rain alley, I hope to meet.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

She is. The color of cloves, the fragrance of cloves, the sorrow of cloves, grieving in the rain, complaining and hesitating;

She wandered in the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella.

Like me, like me.

Silently.

Indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and threw again.

Tai Xi general vision.

She floated by. Like a dream, like a dream, as sad and confused.

It's like floating in a dream.

A lilac field, and this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the crumbling hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was scattered, and even hers was dissipated.

The eyes of the breath.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, alone.

It's long, long.

Another lonely rainy alley, I hope to float through.

A clove-like.

A girl with a grudge.

Li Qingzhao: "A Cut of Plums", "Slow Voice", "Wuling Spring-Spring Festival Gala".

Lu You: "Hairpin Phoenix".

Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers", "Yulin Bell".

Su Shi: "Jiang Chengzi".

Mine: "Like a Dream - Smelling the Cicada", often laughing on the branches, enjoying this life, indulging in sorrow. Know, know, how do you know that parting is inevitable.

Farewell to the Old Garden. The leaves are like Yi, and the flowers are like Yi. The leaf leaves complain of separation.

The past years go with the smoke, and the past is remembered from the bottom of my heart. West of the Yellow River, west of the Yangtze River, thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains are blurred. Lan Zhou urged people to stop crying, and people moved with the flowing water.

The rain is urgent, and the heart is anxious. Looking ahead, the road ahead is long. The parting pipa starts casually, and the meeting is endless.

Liu Yong, "Jade Butterfly": Looking at the rain and clouds, leaning on the railing quietly, seeing the autumn light, the evening scene is sparse, and Song Yu is sad? The water is light, and the flowers are aging; The moon dew is cold, and the sycamore leaves are yellow; Sending feelings and hurts, where is the old man, the smoke and water are vast!

Unforgettable, the literary drinking party, a few lonely wind and moon, repeatedly changing star frost. Reading double rouge, it is difficult to rely on the message; Referring to the twilight sky, the return of empty knowledge. The sea is wide and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoxiang is.

Looking at each other gloomily, in the sound of broken hong, the sun is set up!

I was born before I was born, and I am old when you were born.

Hate is not born at the same time, day by day with the king.

Crossing zero Ding Yang. After a hard encounter, there are few stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs.

The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat.

Ten years of life and death. Don't think about it, it's unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation Su Shi Jiang Chengzi Yimao first month of the twelfth day and night of the first month of the dream of amorous parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snub the Qingqiu Festival!

Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon. Over the years, it should be a good day and a beautiful scenery to make a thousand styles, and who to say Liu Yong Yulin Ling.

The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers. "Drunken Flower Yin" Li Qingzhao.

Poor white happens. "Breaking the Array" Xin abandons illness.

Docking the boat in Guazhou.

Wang Anshi Jingkou Guazhou is a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by a few mountains.

The spring breeze and the south bank of the Green River, when will the bright moon shine on me.

Rain Lane Dai Wangshu.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to meet a girl with grievances like a lilac.

She has the color of cloves, the fragrance of lilacs, the sorrow of lilacs, and she complains in the rain, complains and hesitates;

She wandered in the lonely rainy alley, holding an oil-paper umbrella like me, silently like me, indifferent, desolate, and melancholy.

She silently approached, approached, and cast a sigh of her gaze, and she drifted like a dream, like a dream of misery and confusion.

Like a lilac floating in a dream, this girl floated beside me;

She silently walked away, far away, to the crumbling hedge, and walked through the rainy alley.

In the lamentation of the rain, her color was dissipated, her fragrance was dispersed, even her sighing eyes were dissipated.

Lilac-like melancholy.

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, wandering alone in the long, long and lonely rainy alley, I hope to float past a girl who is like a lilac and has a grievance.