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A cut plum. Boat across the Wujiang River (Jiang Jie).

A piece of spring sorrow is waiting for the wine to be poured, the boat on the river is shaking, and the curtain is moving upstairs.

Qiu Niang ferry and Tai Niang bridge, the wind is fluttering, and the rain is dashing.

When will I go home and wash my robes? The silver word sheng tone, the heart word incense burning.

The streamer is easy to throw people, red cherries, green plantains.

Qingyu case. Yuan Xi (Xin Qi disease).

The east wind blooms thousands of trees at night, and blows down, and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense, the sound of the phoenix flute moves, the jade pot turns brightly, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow **wisps, the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd looked for him thousands, and suddenly looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Sauvignon Blanc (Bai Juyi).

Bianshui flows, Surabaya flows, flows to Guazhou Gudutou, Wushan is a little worried.

Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it comes back, the moonlight people leaning on the building.

Cangyang Gyatso. I was worried about hurting the Sanskrit line, and I was afraid that I would not fall into the city when I entered the mountain.

The world is safe and perfect, and it lives up to its promise.

A cut plum (Tang Yin).

The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door deeply. Forget youth, mistake youth.

Who is happy to talk about? Ecstasy under the flowers, ecstasy under the moon.

Sorrowful eyebrows are gathered all day long. Thousands of marks, 10,000 marks.

Dawn looks at the sky and twilight looks at the clouds. Walk and think, sit and think.

Su Musha (Fan Zhongyan).

The blue clouds, the yellow leaves, the autumn colors are waves, and the waves are cold and smoky.

The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water, and the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the slanting sun.

The soul of the dark country, chasing travel thoughts, night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep.

The bright moon is a high-rise building, and the wine is sad, turning into lovesick rain.

Waves and sands (Li Yu).

The rain is murmuring outside the curtain, and spring is coming. Luo Ji is not tolerant of the five colds.

In my dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for joy.

Alone without relying on the column, infinite rivers and mountains, it is easy to see when it is difficult to see.

Flowing water and flowers go in spring, heaven and earth.

Farewell (Du Mu).

Affectionate but always seems to be ruthless, but he can't smile in front of the bottle.

The candle has the heart to say goodbye, and weeps for others until dawn.

Painting Hall Spring (Nalan Rongruo).

A couple from generation to generation in a lifetime, fighting for two ecstasy?

Lovesick and not blind date, who is the spring of the day.

The pulp is easy to take to the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea, and if it is similar to Oxford, it is relatively forgetful of poverty.

Words by Li Qingzhao or Liu Yong.

In that life, you are the end of the world, I am the cape, looking at each other in pairs, the despair of not being able to rely on each other, you are the bright moon, I am the clear spring, the shadows are wrong, and the fate and mistakes that cannot be intertwined.

In that life, you were on the bank of the Qingshui River, and I was by the Nai He Bridge.

Between your shallow brows, a deep call.

My faint eyes, deep affection.

Three lives and flowers, a lifetime of concern.

We are not fairy tales after all.

With you is just a comic that I missed in my life.

You can't paint a flower that never fades.

If time is mottled all.

I just want to portray a persistent longing in my world.

The prosperity is gone, and the soul is gone.

Your face begins to blur.

You've come so far, so far.

The moment I bowed my head, I was left behind for a thousand years.

I'm desperately going backwards, backwards, just to see you one last time.

In the end, the cheeky smile missed it.

The oath cannot penetrate the long river of time and space.

Only you keep your vows under the moon before the flowers.

Empty wait for the promise.

The fireworks are shining brightly.

Dotted with the clutch that cannot be separated in a lifetime.

Poignant and affectionate shouts.

Who is stroking the piano and singing, poignant and pervasive.

Who is dancing with the wind, like a fantasy.

The sound of crying, the shadow of the flowers.

Who is peerless, bright and sorrowful.

The tearful flick drenched the regret that I couldn't tell for three lives.

Who is on the bank of the Qingshui River, calling affectionately.

It became a regret that I can't portray in my life.

Who is on the bank of the Qingshui River, looking forward to it.

It has become the eternal view of my life.

Who was in that year, a lifetime of sighing.

It has become a swan song for the ages like a lifetime for me......

I went for more than twenty or thirty miles, and looked back at you affectionately.

Tears left 3,000 feet, I really love you!

Liu Yuxi, the seventh song of "Nine Bamboo Branch Words".

Qutang is noisy and twelve beaches, and people say that the road is difficult in ancient times.

Long hatred is not as good as water, waiting for the waves on the flat ground.

Magnolia flower order is a quasi-ancient word.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan? Waiting for idle changes but old people's hearts, but old people's hearts are changeable.

Remembering the crows in the south of the Yangtze River, who is Xiaoli's hatred? The flying snow turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew to the gall bottle plum. The word heart has turned to ashes.

Remembering Jiangnan and staying in Shuanglin Zen Monastery has a feeling.

Discouraged, there are not all monks. The wind and rain consume life and death, déjà vu is only lonely, and love can't wake up.

After shaking, blow that can be heard. The golden well leaves are floating in the dark, and the wind is fixed and the bell is ringing at first glance, and Bo Fu recommends the city.

The death of Mr. is a pity to the world. The world knows the trip of the gentleman.

What do I remember? For a straight stroke? Straight pen killing. For the song? Twisted pen heavenly.

Yes! The tears of the nine springs, the blood of the world. The pen of an old friend, the iron of a thief.

Le Zhi Empty Mountain, the good history of the period. Remembering the heart and liver, and quality the heaven and earth.

- The inscription inscribed by Yu Youren for the tomb of Song Jiaoren.

The three brothers were even more frightened and tearful, and hung my lonely shadow in the air.

Chushan wants rain.

Toast in the wind and rain, people go to the empty building.

It is a pity that the vast Chu River still only flows east.

I borrowed the pen of heaven and heaven to write about your bleak life.

Remember that time: only Chu Shanke, cynical, difficult to change the original intention.

If you want to tell all kinds of love, the stone is shocked.

People in the world are down, and they are only a few cold stars.

Bloodshed at dusk empty blood, no old hero.

Look at today: There is Lingyunzhi in the sky, abandon me, why is it too hurried?

Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi" Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, and unforgettable. Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing. There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year: bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

Lover's Tears".

Late. Although we are far apart.

I can still see you in my dreams.

Although I haven't seen your face in a long time.

But the farewell of the past is enough to be unforgettable.

Think of our chance acquaintance.

Look at my embarrassment today.

I was always reluctant to change for reality.

It's just that my persistent heart refuses to sleep.

Occasionally tired. Close your eyes, but it's your face.

The moon sets and the sun rises. What was left on the pillow was the bitter yesterday.

Although we are far apart.

You seem to be right in front of my eyes.

Although I regret that I am so crazy to confide in you.

But I obviously can't take back my sincere vow to love you.

Forget the past and abandon tomorrow.

I just want to grasp the fact that I still love you today.

I'm sure I'm not going to change for reality in my life.

Do not sleep in a persistent heart.

Occasionally sleepy. I will think of the home we will have.

Life after generation. I love you as much as we did the day we met in town.

Original work, no manipulation, shameful violators".