Lonely autumn deep hit the makeup, a ghostly dream cool. Hate the mountains and rivers are far away, and the feelings and resentments are vast. The leaves fell, the soul was also dead, the infatuated love, the tears were hidden, and the sighs could not be exhausted. The most helpless, the cold face of the moon is difficult to enter the yellow beam.
According to the ink rhyme, appreciate the broken string, drunk a thousand! Tears ripple, painting curtains rolling, who has compassion for red makeup? Even if it is, the snow moon is mysterious, but it is just a tea time.
What are the stars, the candle wick appreciates the night long, and it is even more that, and there is no way to worry about the intestines. The vicissitudes of the sea are nowhere to be found, the red makeup is snow wrist, and the face has gradually forgotten. Moving flower shadows, wide skirts, cicadas sounding rain and wind.
Leave inches warm, warm Qing fingertips cool, jasper case a few love ink, full of dreams light sorrow fall incense. The thoughts are heavy, the sorrows are thick, the rhythm of the flat rhyme is forgotten, and the years are full of ink wind. Folded words in minor keys, Jinhao Xuanzhang, trembling and singing between words.
Looking at the end of the world, geese in a row, hissing and miserable, can you carry a piece of book into the Huatang? The sun is twilight, the night is long, and xu shelters warm and long voyages. Welcome the return of the geese early, comfort the feathers to pay Xia, smile can mu three chunhui, do not appreciate autumn makeup.