Halfway through the autumn, the pavilions were watching, and the wind and rain sighed. Gui Yan zero fall letter broken, autumn water fell red indulgent resentment. The west wind folds the willows, blows the plum flute complains, and the past struggles to endure. The goose pillar choked, and the strings complained about the old curves. Halo red Qin Xiang Yan Lou, moon practice shadow, carved column silver bottle companion. Fang Fei cold frost thin shirt cold, sad dew flowers flying. Whoever is in the horizontal flute, pingtian is poignant, and the shadow is standing on the Yao steps. A tired, cold smoke shaking.
The bottom of the wine plays songs, the window looks at the moon, and the autumn is cold and light. The bottom of the eyes is light and cool, and the incense dust is gone. Idle but sad, shadow pity, feather geese mourning. In the ink, the pink eyebrows are rested, and the residual poems are not completed. The lone shadow leaned on the dust red, complained about the bottom of the note, and broke the remnant red. Afraid of provoking, Zhiyin broke the breeze. Mo Baoluo sighed lightly, afraid of being hurt, but the old dream was still awake. Worried and confused, leaning on the railing, and counting the returns.
Soft wind wild crossing, strange on the biwu only fell, hibiscus first crippled. Autumn dye idleness, sad rolls down red is difficult to show. A few points of acacia are still timid, sighing, Chu Tianyun is cold. Empty court rain, more that can be, the night is leaky, don't be happy and difficult to change. After the distinction goes, the memorial place, the horizontal flute oblique sun smoke night. Red remnants, green and dark, leaning all over the carved fence of the jade building. More drunken strings are lightly picked, condensed, and old grievances are tightened. The wind pitied the tired shadow, knocked on the window, whispered on the pillow, and saw the golden tent mandarin warm.
Idle garden flowers fall, exquisite jade locks, a sad thought of autumn stranding. Turn the cup without a clue, the oblique sun shadow, and the half-order dead leaves roll away from the rope. Holding the violin alone and sitting in the wind, plucking the jinser, bouncing the acacia strings wrong. Hongyan shadow, can you send a good book saying that you are as affectionate as yesterday? The fish swim shallow waves, and the joy is full of negatives to ask how to put the ruler Suto? However, the flow of years has left the marriage, and the double flying swallows have become separate. I heard that your Danqing magic pen poured into the world, splashed paintings on the country, dyed ink in idle pools, and dripped ink by the lamp?
The pillow piano fell asleep, the flow of young play, and the chaotic red lightly attacked the night shan. Finger string kite, flowing water, string sound who whispers? The moon invites the oblique bar, and the wind and cold flowers are dark. The strings are shallow, and the old things are in contention. The wind knocked on the bamboo rhyme to hate the dark life, and the moon shadow light shadow sighed lightly. The sound of the piano trembled, the thoughts broke, and a bottle of spirits drank autumn cold. The piano choked, the tears rained, and the old grievances were entangled.
The poem is titled with a grudge sentence, and the regret note is zero light ink. Idle who knows. In the dream, the smile is dark, and the deep resentment is depressed. The clouds mourn the sky, the cold river and the clear moon, and the reading volume rises. The wind was sharp and cold, and the frost condensed red and thin branches. The broken geese are mourning in the sky, the end of the world is far away, and the heart of the bright moon is endless. Want to ask joy away from tears, bear with the swing shadow leaning! Dan Feng is stained with pain, how to find the old shadow? The candles are miserable. Autumn rain confused, like a drop of acacia?
Drunken strings bounce off the dusk rain, and the remnants of the notes stain the old wind. There is no desire to find joy in the cup, and the ink bottom is empty of old dreams. The evening wind made it, the wound fell red, and Feng Lin He once joined hands with him. Lonely cold autumn hurt into dreams, the moon shadow shook and revealed several times. Ask to meet, drunk to meet, lone star thin moon shadow long sky. Bald pen for whom to write old sentences, but also to the autumn rain to appeal to the heartfelt.
Red dust strange on the scenery, autumn wind laughed at me too much affection; OK, step on the broken dream laugh red dust! Alone on the cold window at night, the wind is cold, and the autumn rain laughs at me too flirtatious; listen, acacia until dawn. Looking for a sentence to the moon, Qiu Yue laughed at me too hurtful, pity, Xi Xi Chengyue sad. I drew dreams on the note, and the swing laughed at my obsession; wait, when the brocade is on the dragonfly. A thousand words of sorrow have not yet been completed, and I laugh and ink and be courteous.
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