Lu Hui Daizhu Immortal, love the spirit of the river bank. Long sigh: There is no reason to make up for the sky, and once it enters the red dust, it will be like a year. Love heaven and sea love phantom body, Daizhu fairy fell mortal dust, a dream from this beginning, tears back to Ganluen. At first sight, it is like another life, and it is suspected that the deceased has come. Bamboo horse Qingmei walked around the bed, suspected of not avoiding the sun. Affectionate and delicate, meaning long and fragrant.
Conquer chrysanthemum poems, mournful autumn window words, ghostly poems are cold, and scattered hearts are known. Lonely Biao was proud of the shadow of the world, and whimpered a bird's soul. The falling flowers and flowing water will end in the spring, and whose courtyard will be pleasing to the heart? The water and wind are empty and the flowers are full of steps, and the Xiang curtain is half rolled and the phoenix tail forest. The chants drifted to zero, and the remnants of incense were cold.
A line of peach blossoms, flowers flying rouge cold, Du Yu crying spring, haggard towards dusk. People are thinner than peach blossoms, and the lonely curtain is empty of moon marks. The door hides the pear blossoms, and the sorrow locks. The title is three absolute, such as mirror acquaintance, emotional thoughts. Tears wet and blood stained with tears. Screen window spring awakening ghostly. Gambling books pour tea fragrant sleeves, blue sea and blue sky people empty thin.
Seeing each other day by day, we still miss each other, and the wind and sword frost and sword year after year. The window is hard to hide the cold, ink tears and sprinkled red notes. The incense mound wept red, and the funeral flowers complained of infatuation. A sad song was sung, and the soul of the flower soul and the bird soul were silent. Who laughs at the funeral flowers? The soul of poetry is known to all ages. Breaking through the three spring floating worlds, the tears of the incense soul went with the wind.
The air was facing the crystal snow of the golden jade liangyuan, and finally remembered the lonely forest of the former alliance of wood and stone, and the eyebrows were red. The painting beams fall incense dust in the spring, the birds throw themselves into the forest, the dispersion and clutch are all predetermined, and the snow drifts away from the red dust. Whoever commented on the falsehood is that the absurdity is still true. Dreams disperse with the smoke and clouds, flying flowers flow by water, ethereal dreams, ancient sorrows, and empty leisure.
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