Crossing the River Cloud Music: Morning Yihong - The wind blows through your left ear
[DuJiangyun, Zhou Bangyan Spectrum]
Words/Cold Eyes on Life
The red dust is scattered, the clouds are turning over and the rain is fine, and listening to the geese falling on the lakeside.
Sigh Jinshu is not coming, dry grass is flat sand, and shaozhu crosses the river.
Pick up some elegant rhymes, but also look forward to the coming spring.
Remember, that year here, laughing at me was too naïve.
Isolated village. Under the moon of Maple Bridge, only the shadow lingered, and he came to inquire.
Zhu Lan was damaged, and the long wind gradually became colder, causing the soul to be destroyed.
Whoever pities the two sideburns and adds frost early, after suffering tiredness, who goes on a blind date.
Ask softly, can the next life be a neighbor.
"Crossing the River Cloud, Zhou Bangyan Spectrum"
Words/Wang Shuxian
Sit under the cheek lamp, the bamboo shadow of the window, and the autumn fog rises flat yarn.
Look at the old plane tree, the silent cloister, and think about the past.
There were several emotions, and the two were unsuspecting and flawless.
Culling willow eyebrows, whispering shyly, plum sake Kiyoka.
Melancholy. Flying Laoyan, each separate west building, far away from chang'an horse.
The Mid-Autumn Festival passes and the flowers fall. Only jackdaws.
The piano sings the first string moon, but the dream is a few, and the common language is sangma.
Double hips, always self-defrosting frost flowers.
Zi Lin Zheng Rhyme Tenth Part Ping
"Crossing the River"
Word/Phoenix Nirvana
At the end of the year, the neighbors gathered, and I was alone.
The tasting is tasteless, the playing is not successful, and there is no peace in sitting.
Where the tourists are, they only know other things, and they don't know the return trip.
If the love is desperate, it should also be a word, how to be silent.
Once upon a time, blueprints were drawn together, dreams were multiplied, and children and grandchildren were on their knees.
The sky is changeable, the boy is ambitious, and there is no limit to tenderness.
Chang Ting bid farewell to the good date, his dream came true, and then guarded Wanting.
Who would have thought that the promise was just as light as the wind.
【Crossing the River Cloud】Zhou Bangyan Spectrum
Words/Mei Xin Qin Xue
Ling Zhi greeted the snow, Mei's heart was broken, and the steps were full of self-sufficiency.
Half shoulder shakes the shadow, only waiting for the king to return, the wind and rain have not stopped.
The year is over again, the return period is over, and there is always a lot of trouble.
Ask when to drive the spirit horse, dashing home.
Haunting, the placket is half wet, not idle, but expected a desolate scene.
Shao Guang passed away, Hongfei was wordless, and the traces were like Ping.
Ten years burn out the dreams of youth, how much, cool case lonely lamp.
The soul is eclipsed, and the West Wind Ancient Road Huanting pavilion.
Crossing the River Cloud. Life is like a dream. Zhou Bangyange
Words/Nishiyama Thrush
Life is like a dream, like sorrow and joy, holding up wine and tears.
Old and regretful, a few degrees of drifting zero, lonely twisting ice strings.
Deeply broken, I can't bear to look at it, and I look in the mirror.
Thousands of wisps, melancholy, wordlessly ask the heavens.
Pity. The autumn wind blows, the leaves are difficult to stay, and the geese are far away.
This red dust, stop and go, who rejoices with each other.
The deceased has been away for a long time, sighing in a hurry, and the paper has flowed for years.
Looking back, the street lights are still dimmed.
Crossing the River Cloud (Zhou Bangyan Spectrum)
Words/Linchuan Mousse
Years are like passing water, practicing waves are far away, and thousands of miles are forbearing?
Looking at the long sky Xiao Suo, the broken geese have no basis, and Ran Ran went down to Tingzhou.
Ping Shan was cut off, sighing love, who gave up who received.
A leaf boat, carrying will leave the hate, pay the water to the east.
Yi Lou. An inch of heart, a thousand strands of love, and a long time in the world.
Remembering that time, incense sticks, flower moon spring and autumn.
The world has long hated and parted, the blue clouds are scattered, and the blue birds are floating.
The festive season is approaching, how to dissipate like a little sadness.
He Groom Music:
[He Groom, Ye Mengde Spectrum]
Rain fell deep into the courtyard. Leaning on the dry, falling flowers everywhere, the flute sound far away.
Looking back several times, I looked up at the water across the mountain and the shore.
How can it be forbidden, idleness is thousands.
The memories are all smiling faces, and when will they be seen again.
Empty, a few hopes.
The road home is cloudy. On the long causeway, there are people coming and going, but there is no return.
How many clear words go with the wind, who lights and flowers cut.
Annoyed, go and stay insextricably.
If you wait for Zhenghong to hear the news, but there is no reason, stop the resentment.
In the dream, the name is called.
"He Groom, Ye Mengde Spectrum"
It's the Feast of Sorrow again. Zheng Chongyang, maple red all over the field, chrysanthemum yellow initially fierce.
The crows and magpies chirp and cut, calling all over the human voice.
Looking back, I was alone.
Rust mirror makeup table to see lazy sweeping, white occurrence, thin powder dry lip cleft.
Pity the past, the pain is endless.
Once accompanied by peach blossom moon. The blue sky and the grass are green, like flowers and smiles.
The warbler dance floor sang a song, and a pair of Mandarin ducks were happy with each other.
Hate and hate, Baqiao regrets goodbye.
Looking at the endless end of the world, sending lonely hong, there are thousands of mountains.
The heart is bitter, into the words.
Zi Lin Zheng Rhyme Part XVIII
"The Groom"
It was a sleepless night again, listening to the sound, worrying shattered, and the tide was pouring out,
The crescent moon climbs the window to spy on people's dreams, but people are cursing.
Hate meets, charming under the moon.
Drunk and obsessive, xu Qingqing, hand in hand in the countryside.
Enjoy leisure and elegance.
And this month, the old red rope is unloaded, calling people directly, thinking of each other in vain, and worrying about empty labor.
The heart wants to take back into the bosom, and the heart has no right to drive.
How not to hate, to be affectionate.
I want to throw more gold to buy, short and worried, may the sunset cross together.
Sigh only sigh, the edge is priceless.
[He Groom] Ye Mengde Spectrum
Where is the queen? Only every year, the fish sinks and the geese sink, and the good period is empty.
How long is it more difficult to sleep at night, how to cut a strand of love.
With whom, this life of cold and summer.
The old ones turned over the heart and grass, full of notes, soaked in acacia sentences.
Double butterfly dream, contained without evidence.
Curtains for outdoor plantain rain. The little bits are, the sound of autumn in the ears, adding a little worry.
The thin hairpin flower west window is cold, and it is finally mistaken by the previous dust.
Sigh thin, spring nostalgia failed.
The flowing water and flowers have gone, and the old place is searching, and the eyes are full of Xiao Xiao Twilight.
Thousands of things, too many to count.
He Groom. Acacia buckle. Ye Mengdege
Wine in a glass of the past. This world, coming and going, bustling as ever.
Only the amorous and endless hatred, the wrong acacia into a buckle.
Idle and tired, frequent looking back.
If you are more obsessed than me, year after year, the flowers are empty and thin.
Drunk last night, again today.
Don't kiss the willows by the river. Words are yiyi, the photo is in pairs, and the tears are zero shirt sleeves.
Which material music book can not be sent, see the sky full of stars.
Say what, white cloud dog.
The dust gap between the north and the south and the east and the west has not been lightly spoken, and who has failed who has failed.
Bright moon lack, eliminate red beans.
He Groom (Ye Mengde Spectrum)
Qingqi fei qiong tube. Manfangdi, Guan Guan Warbler, clear as scissors.
The smokey spring forest is small, just like the shallow eyebrows.
Song, light cold and light warmth.
Count the years on the lake road, embrace the spring, hand in hand to climb everywhere.
Peach leaf ferry, apricot garden.
The new geese are light and chaotic. The old man went, the music book was gone, and Hua Xu was seen again.
Still in the cloister of the east wall, the soft intestines are broken first.
More and that, flying flowers to get late.
Tianyu is as affectionate as Xiao Qian, dreaming and soul, secretly chasing Lang far away.
Only this, the wish of the heart.
A bunch of flowers makes music: Luo Chunyan
[A bunch of flowers, Su Shi Spectrum]
Recently, the weather has always been overcast, and the wind and snow have been invaded.
The terrace dripped the window lock, afraid of heartache, did not dare to tune the piano.
Intentional poetry, ruthless years, who understands this time.
Si Qing wanted to look for it in his dream, but Nai was not warm and cold.
Tianyaxin is worried and helpless, relieving boredom, and only drinking wine frequently.
Before the injury, one day after the worry, and one resentment against the present.
"A Bunch of Flowers, Su Shi Spectrum"
Sit with Jun Yi and sit on the felt needle. The sword pierces the heart.
The dangerous buildings hugged each other as doubtful as yesterday, thinking in vain, and the sky and the sea were not found.
In the mountains, the thin shirt is difficult to warm, and the chill disturbs the songbirds.
Dust note re-read the oath like gold. Shy smile.
The bookstore is lazy and lazy, almost forgetful, and deeply dreamy.
The distant flute sounded, poignant, and a few groans of sorrow on credit.
Word Lin Zhengyun Thirteenth Part Ping
A Bunch of Flowers
Mandarin duck weaving wants to fly twice, and heaven is jealous of the cut back.
The love between the two places is difficult to break, day and night, and the shadows follow each other.
Lovesickness is written, the sky is indifferent, and the emptiness allows the dreamer to chase.
Flowers blossom thanks to the teenager urging. Frost stained her daughter's eyebrows.
The mountains and seas vowed to go like smoke. Occasional memories are still sad.
A love in this life, no regrets, only hatred for not accompanying.
[A bunch of flowers] Su Shige
The westerly wind is full of smoke. Mei Xiaowei Huayan.
The book window is troubled, and it is difficult to delete several events and dreams.
The mountain alliance is still there, the Jinshu is helpless, and the haggard years and years are gone.
How to forbid grief and rely on the appendix. People thin with wide clothes.
The red letter was stained with Sijun's tears, and there was no end to it, and a few lingering.
A feeling, half a life is scattered, the intestine is broken, who has pity?
A clump of flowers. Su Shige
Three years turned into streamers. Since then, the two have been vast.
The traces of the heart are dotted with green letters, afraid of being known and the tears are also hidden.
The moon leans on the tall buildings, the small garden is lonely, and everywhere is desolate.
Spring always sees Yan Guiliang. Butterflies are in pairs under the flowers.
Once watched the dusk rain together, laughed far away, and secretly thought to myself.
The wine is against the breeze, the shadow dances with it, and tonight it breaks the soft intestines.
A Bunch of Flowers (Su Shi Spectrum)
The year is approaching. Still feels drifting away.
People say that it is common in the spring of the year, and it has changed early and the mood of the old days.
Thousands of winds and rains, vicissitudes of several degrees, where to find the sound of the whistle.
Ken learns from the world. Looking back stunned.
The book window has been cold and hot, the ink has traces, and the cold moon is silent.
Words and pens send affection, plain notes convey meaning, and clear rhymes break the city of sorrow.
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