The fragrance of flowers strikes, smells the past, flowers blossom and fall flowers without worry, just wait for the flowers to meet. If the flowers are drunk and singing, do not ask the flowers to blossom, do not cry flowers, the ink fragrance is overflowing, and the dyeing paper is drunk in a thousand lines.
Flying sleeves, tearful eyes hiding, thin feelings, voices and words are difficult to think of. Mirror caressing the face, vicissitudes are difficult to decorate, leaning on the west window delicate and thin, raising the eyes, dark fragrance and clear sleeves, intending to integrate tenderness into the wine. Ask the king if you know, wait for the millennium to meet.
Red dust ferry, after the intestines are cut off, ask who is empty and thin. Fill in the words and pass them each other, the love is still the same, and the red letter dream is waiting. The sound of the piano is like water, the fingers are on the strings, falling into the sea of love, and the spring dream wakes up without a trace.
Chu Ci softly sang Yi Shan, his heart was tight, and he was drunk before he fell into the flowers. Guixiang secretly sent rolling curtains, geese flying maple falling, Qing Yin Yuanyuan complained of sorrow and joy. Night cold sighs, tears flick, slow poetry notes, night dreams wake up soft intestines broken.
Sit quietly in front of the window to listen to the rain and cry, a river of spring water with the passing of the king, countless red faces and broken soft intestines, Lan Zhou passed away from the end of the world. Pen dipped in thoughts, autumn moon and spring flowers are like years old, sideburns are stained with frost, the night is quiet and independent, wordlessly ask the sky, put the wine to idle.
Plain clothes light, a curtain of dreams, floating world graceful dipping words. Plain ink sleeve cloud water, dust dream, occupy the strings, love tact, warm dream.