Yu Zhen was drunk with Red Xia, and Chan Juan was in the south of the river

"Jade Zhen Drunken Hongxia, Chan Juan Jiangnan Tian" | text: Junlan

"Standing on the banks of the Acacia River, there is a faint poetry lapping on the shore"

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Yun xie jin bottle drunken wind smoke, hedge green crown flowers string.

Butterfly benyue Lao Yan tears, Wu Ge Chu ser dream come true.

The seasons change, and before I can carefully examine it, I have entered Mengdong in the blink of an eye. This season, a hundred flowers wither, falling red flew over the swing, but the remaining golden chrysanthemums shone in the eyes, and lingxiu flew. Whose thoughts have frozen into frost and stained the maple leaves of a mountain red? In the twilight of Jiangnan Mengtiandi, facing the brilliant red light, I gently lifted the jade pipe in the wind of the years and blew a song of distant contemplation. The wind lifted my hair, thin me, my clothes fluttering, and the music swirled in the pure sky of Jiangnan. Years are like water, the tide rises and falls, with the end of the world, read a thousand sails, drunk alone. At this time, I am green shirt Luo Qiao cloud sky outside, Jiangnan Si Chan Juan, Thousand Ancient Dan Heart.

Music back, read you, across the landscape, looking for sight. In the twilight smoke, you can see that I wear willow shade in a silk robe, elegant and quiet? Like a colorful dream, fragrant laurel, vast, playing with a flood of passion. Can you see my Jinshu open volume, in the gimbal shu sleeve butterfly dance? Water rhymes, thirteen strings of strings, and three stacks of soul yang guan. Cai xia two rows of geese, spreading their wings in the south of the jiangnan sky.

On the phoenix stage, I, gazing at the flower bridge playing the jade reed, thinking, in the deep window of langyuan, you bow your head and tune the piano. Melodious harmony fills the sky, and the notes jump among the stars in the clouds. A song of heaven, luan phoenix and singing, the breeze whistled, blowing away the loneliness of autumn and winter chrysanthemums, and the thick aroma spread with the autumn leaves fluttering all over the mountain. Leaves fly, thoughts hover on the tip of the heart, or pathos, or bright, or warm, or bold, spreading through the ten mile long pavilion, autumn grass is confused, bees and butterflies are affectionate, and golden chrysanthemums are blooming.

Streamer silhouettes, rolling on the pulleys of time, like autumn frost and winter sun, splashing with colorful maple leaves, or rain hitting plantains, streams babbling, infiltrating the body of the earth, casting an inseparable composition. You have infiltrated my world, melted into my life, and never left again, unable to be stripped away. I feel your emotions, rejoice for you, hurt for you, enjoy for you, worry for you, be happy with your sweetness, feel sad about your sadness, worry about your sorrow, warm your warmth. Just carry you, embrace you, in the wind, in the rain, in the wisps of willows, in the brightness of the sun, so, enough.

Put the wine next to the green mountains, and I will find the window you are looking out for. I sing in a solitary voice with dry strings, prosperous and nostalgic. It was you who danced with butterflies, using warm and beautiful images, implanting crimson dreams into the atrium of my heart, melting my thousand-year-old frozen snowy mountains and burning them into spring light. You smile and fly, traces like yesterday, thick love bells, soft waves in my pupils. After the fragrance of osmanthus flowers with a strong love, a gentle and thorough concern led me to tears. Lying still in the mountains and flowing water, drunk among the flowers, I, guarding this sea and mulberry field, will always wait and wander for you alone.

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The winter is cold, a cut of fragrance, rolling beaded curtains. Warm dreams, with you in the same city, let you laugh and rely on each other. Waking up from the dream, the floating light disappeared, and the yellow flowers piled up all over Xiao Xiaoting. The petals burn with the thought of you, the sweetness of yesterday's honey, my heart, your face like a flower.

Sorrow has grown wildly in the wilderness of memory, and your kingdom has not placed my Jiangnan hope as longing for your haunted place? How I long, in the longing, spring warm blossoms, sunshine and rain, sprinkled on my dry Niulang River, into a river of spring water, flowing to the end of the world where you are, flowing into your heart pool, enchanting your lotus fragrance, and intoxicating the heart of the pool.

Twilight is brilliant, the clouds are tight, I only shadow and walk alone, a breeze blowing on my face, will be the past roll XiaoXiang. I went back, back to where I could feel you, a consolation of the strong desire to see you. Half-drunk, staring at your watery eyes, silly smirking, clear whispering, rewarding you with raised eyebrows and sending waves, the moving appearance of the spirit and electricity. In this life with you, snow waves, light boats, water and clouds, wading through green mountains and beautiful waters, painting thousands of rolls of scenery, poetry and painting. West Lake, Zhouzhuang, Wuyang, Bian Yiye Light Boat, Canglan Cuiweili, Looking Up, Xu Butterfly Flying, Narrowing the Distance Between the Two Hearts, Eternal Ancient Heaven.

I don't dare to have too many extravagant hopes, just praying, I can smell your body fragrance, through the purple smoke rising from the coffee, feel your affection, as always. With you, buckle the concentric lock, Tang Feng Song Yu, Mandarin Duck Note, Invite the Moon Light, Cut the Clouds Slow Twist, Drunken Lying QueQiao, Count The Shaohua Flowing Years. I stood at the beginning of the road, under this plane tree, watching you fall the feathers of the phoenix. I was afraid of the end of the moth fighting the fire, but I stubbornly made the moth under your lamp. Trance, without complaint, pounced. I, with my deep affection and unrepentant attachment, have long lost myself, and even have no scruples, in the end, will it be an unmanageable mess?

In the deep mountains and green valleys, I leaned alone on the West Building and guarded Jiangnan. The thoughts of the bones are like a natural sound, and a different mood is like a lotus entanglement. How many times have I met in my dreams, rejoicing, rejoicing, indescribably beautiful, always tugging at my heartstrings, ripples surging forward. The phoenix asks for steps, the East Wind Corridor is dressed in clothes, for the sake of the king, the heart has a thousand silk nets, and the drunken piano is cool.

At this time, I am still holding a sandalwood jade fan in my hand, standing on the bank of the Acacia River, vaguely hitting the shore with poetry. Tingting stands, temperament Ruolan, windy handle, red dust drunk. A song of heaven, a thousand turns, a song of grace, a wrinkle of the river. I saw that you were at the ferry port of The Season Fangfei, and heard my bloody chant, and was looking at me, your Gangnam. I saw, Ju Xin piled gold, butterfly love flowers, flowers love butterflies, in the beautiful halo of time, your hazy figure followed my flute, riding the wind and waves, floating towards me, from then on, with me to interpret the ancient new song of phantom feather butterfly love.

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Pen name: Junlan, in the long road of writing, a lifetime of obsession without regret.

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