Eyes full of wind and sand, hair that has not yet been tied, carrying yingying pink tears, and then a wisp of moonlight for paper, tied into incense notes, quietly lifted whose window screen! Oh gentleman with a light smile! But remember my quiet years!
Young and prosperous since ancient times, you borrow the moon to loose the chapter, I pick the clouds and mu tea, and the stars are waxed at night. I didn't know that I was a guest, a red face was a guest, and I had a night of cheeks.
At this time, the column is picturesque, and I am surrounded by fireworks in the middle of the city. The beauty of the world, suddenly arrayed, the most amazing poignant and luxurious! Where the light is extinguished, where the dark is a thousand homes, where the light is extinguished, where the past is killed.
In the shadow of the falling fog, your sleeves are rolled up in the sky, under the Qiong tree on the terrace, I wipe the lead in the water. The spring water has become empty, the cold wind is accompanied by geese, and the lonely clouds are sent to each other.
On the Hengdi River, a song disturbed the beginning of the month, startled countless sinking fish, scales and scales, and a song complained about the east wind. How to dispel yesterday's events, tonight's dreams are terrifying!
The Long Pavilion Ancient Road is still there, and the old guests are still new. Ever remembered? Qin Lou Jiayue, I am half a lifelong love. Cloud head thin mantle, painted horn green shirt, not tolerant of autumn cold. Acacia gazes, wisps of night!