"Dotted Lips, Purple Strange Thousand Tents"
Text: Zhang Jiahao
When did Yang Hua fly to greet? Jianglu Yanxia old sad new. Although Hengtang asked nearly dusk, he went back to summon the soul to ask Liu Qing. The alley is strange and the apricot branches are cold, and the sideburns are frosted before the heavy sun. Flowers fall in the wind crazy courtyard, and the dusk curtain rolls silently. Thin Willow couldn't help but dress, leaving the wind and rhyme to shine on the tear marks. In thirty years of true dreams, who is amorous and drunk? The clouds and rain have not yet become far away in spring, where to find the shadow last night? Who sees the more the new worries change? Tonight the lights are scattered on the river. The beauty of a thousand tears long pavilion crossing, only to feel xiaoxiang frost robe deep. The pavilion feasts on the night of the Yao pond shallow, and the rouge fang bushes look for old shadows. The thin shirt west courtyard is idle, and the small plum is red and the south of the river is sunny. The durian flowers do not make the creek bridge cold, and the smoke and geese are divided. When the plum reads who is worried? The tender cold is deep through the east wind. Zhuxi Huapu was drunk together, who taught the wind to learn the fall of fang dust? Return to feel cold, how many springs do you smell in the plum blossom flute? Shaking wind candle shadow Qin Lou hidden, innocent reputation is notorious. The rooftop returns to the road to drink frequently, and the sound of the east wind is felt at night. Endure listening to Yuguan's old tune, and did not see the original persuasion of the drinker. The sleeve cold spring clothes are not wet, and the hundred feet of flying waves are singing and anviling. Yerba Buena lost the way home, bead curtain roll lan kite; by whom to make a magic pen? Yellow leaves fall home; shore remote people speak quietly, the moon is bright in the long lamp: acacia more ancient and modern, who calls the old people? See you in the depths of the Hall, the cold moon is still green; the rain is dark and the night is suspicious, and the wind is back to the spring. The old Jinse has only ended, and the dream of returning is still not warm. The beauty is in the west chamber according to the covenant, only because the flying swallow falls into the vestibule. The moon outside the window is like water, and the stream willows are far away from a mountain. Listen to the sound of geese in front of the church.
Purple Strange Thousand Tents,
Who will re-appreciate the new moon?
Wrong Horse Front Hall,
Dreams are still in the old clothes.
Wine poured chrysanthemum,
Pay the makeup according to the agreement.
Moonlight,
Don't have a wall,
It's a lot of thought.
