"Xi Jiang Yue , Cai Xiang Shi Liu"
Text: Zhang Jiahao
When going there, there was a slight smoke of willow green, and Yuehua first came to ask Sumen. Don't be a few times after Jiang Yuejing? For the time being, I still dream about falling. Begonias should be sentimental, with their backs illuminated by remnants of flowers and candles. Yunshui was first born cui dai, and the dream cloud was difficult to find. The dew in the south garden is dim and the jade screen is drunk and the clouds are floating. Falling red sweeps from the previous autumn, try to ask how many points of idle sorrow? The green sleeves in the building contain spring resentment, and the double star Old Testament hates every year. At the beginning of the bright moon, Luo was dressed in a torn incense willow pavilion. Who taught me to leave the old ways? After getting drunk, he was full of flowers and shadows. The return date under the moon is not yet, and I want to urge the forest flowers to look new. Light smoke and drizzle invaded the frost, and if the sky is amorous, it must be asked. Falling flowers fly to hand in hand, strangers to the old people. There is no evidence on the pipa strings, and the curtains on the Qin Tower are deep. Gu Lai is mostly a false name, and teaches spring thinking about the peach root. Fang Nian is the time to inherit the old, and the flowers are warmed up endlessly. Drink a cup of joy when drunk, and each will become a desolate pillow after returning. The sky and autumn water grow into the sideburns, and the deep autumn scenery of the high pavilion condenses. The bamboo wind in the courtyard of the hill pond is cold, and the sails are returned to the garden with the moon. Hibiscus fragrance is the first qing, bush frost is dark and dusty; who learns to make up light in spring? Red tears wet Xiang skirt; autumn wind blows jade trees, a que summons spring life; Jiangnan yanshui road, spring dream poetry dispels the soul; good day does not coincide, make up and take pictures; west building wakes up, spring dreams resume autumn equinox; sprinkle clear tears before the bottle, maple leaf dance returns; fallen flowers are independent, slightly swift parents; willow color and long stay, guihuang falling colorful; picking up green by the fence, the willow smoke under the flowers is deep. Ruthless don't put amorous annoyance, hurt spring to find fang mistakenly good birthday. The Sun High Courtyard yang flowers turn, and the strange flying incense is full of courtyards. Dongfeng is a guest of the world, how many springs of glitz and glamour? Red makeup is tired and green.
Picking incense poems to leave the moon window,
Who is jinser and forgets?
Hate no one like Yan Guiliang,
Where are the tear stains?
Hengtang Mingyue Mountain House,
Painting fan jade screen strange on.
Carry the west wind out of Chu Xiang,
A night of acacia tears.
