Pink smoke and rain, falling petals Xuan window, mirror flower water moon, dark incense dressing. Helpless, the courtyard swallow flew away, I don't know when to fall into the Red Chamber? The clouds reflect the light veil, and yesterday's dream has faded. Shui Yue whispered her sleeves, and between her eyes and holding hands, there were always many emotions that were difficult to break. Who gently twists the feelings of longing, still walking in the moon, will be a petal of tidbits to dance in this purple butterfly rain, the hot summer day of the sun?
A light sigh, as sweet as Fangfei, acacia did not sleep. The words are shallow and strange, and the ink is fragrant. The clouds and water sway, wisps of emotion. Floating in the fragrant flower season. Smoke and rain fell into the city, once the most beautiful fanghua, how much joyful youth I touched, how many beautiful love affairs, fireworks in the dust, colorful glass, and ripples of the fallen.
Drunken dreams, how much prosperity is just a flash in the pan! The wind and snow night of the rainy life, the red bird butterfly tent, the candle shadow dripping tears. Cinnabar willow eyebrows, with sorrow and joy. Weak water three thousand, only for a pot of scoop water, bluestone slabs, red face for whom to guard the thousand years of infatuation? A lifetime of persistence, a lifetime of silence, a lifetime of attachment, a lifetime of light dancing eyebrows only for their beloved people to paint red, a lifetime of tears are only for you to drip lightly.
Dancing red dust, a heart of love, mountain flowing water, how many acquaintances to caress the little warmth of the sun and the moon with you and the cold of the wind and frost? Dancing style, a night of shanshan, a lonely shadow haggard only beauty, who will exhaust your youth a little bit for you? Bowing down to the end of the world, looking back and smiling, asking the heavens and the earth, looking for countless herbs, the love of the three worlds, the flowers blossoming red, thousands of pink daisy, going through thousands of winds and currents, but the enemy can not be deeply embraced by the first life.
Eyebrows smiling, pink cheeks falling rain, tears wet flowers, the wind gently shaking, piano language Mansa, who gently plucked a string of red sleeves? A light cold rain song that was drunk all night. Shade of the Red Chamber, moonlit tassels, ink fragrance evening sunshine, red face daughter Yanran pen, painting the orchid pavilion leisurely jasper, light as incense. Yuchi Qinghua, if red smoke, a piece of rouge drunken snow. In the depths of Qin Lan, the acacia was not full, a shallow paper, far away from the butterfly dust.
Looking back at the flowers falling on the ground, the sweet fragrance is stained, the drunken laughter leaves the water town in the dream, who is listening to my pipa in a poignant way? Who is staring at my slowly fading red face like a closed moon in the mirror? Smiling, staring, sighing, miserable, a wisp of sorrow, scattered between my eyebrows! But people are thinner than yellow flowers!
Purple strange flowing years, sighing red, ink pen red face, look at the falling flowers, a light sigh, the window flowers, how many red rhombus sky Xiaoran, chaotic rain poetry flowers, alone write Dan heart. Helplessly, the east wind was powerless to carry a thousand sorrows, so he had to borrow a bend of the clear moon and drunk the West Building alone. Drunken red face, thin acacia, what is the feeling? To whom do you say such a blossom? Who can understand? Empty Valley Zen Heart, who whispers, who smokes waves? Who explains the confusion? Who's exquisite? Red dust is an old dream, who can I share with in the next life?
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