Hongyan is still miserable, and the People of Changting are independent
Red and green are reduced, and it is difficult to become a family of flowers
Miserable away from the rain and love the Copper Sparrow Building, towards the twilight of zero tears have not been collected
The residual sun stained ink and shook red, and the thin yellow flowers were in the oblique sun
The world is the most uncertain, for whom to gently twist the west wind dream desolate
Jiang Hong is half astringent for a thousand years, Shao Guang is easy to pass away and turn a hundred times with whom to say
A lifetime of smoke waves and paper thoughts, a little tears and blood stained Zhu Yan
The seven strings hate to forget the river, and the flower moon in the cup recalls last year
There was no gathering of Xiangyi Lanzhou, and a piece of ice heart jade pot remained
Linghua is a few sorrowful, and the grievances are like a dream
The green water chang'an song Qiang flute is desolate, and the partridge mourns and looks back at the vicissitudes
When the beauty is there, the sleeve is sad
A promise to heaven and earth, the king seems to have disappeared from the flowing water
A parting light relieves drunken worries, and the moon and a half are not yet on the boat
Want to laugh at the country to see the flowers sniff, red dust quietly wait for a few spring and autumn
Hua Nian cardamom shallow sleep dream, wet pillow snot marks and do not chongyang
More leaking soul haunting night lights, heart like water who solves the feelings
A thousand words left a dream in the heart, and the blue and yellow springs did not see the trace of the geese
A laugh how to dispel a thousand grievances, the old man empty strings night Shan Shan
The single old volume is unknown, and the half-life is hot and cool
A wave of shisha, three lifetimes without peace
Don't dream of sending Xiao Xiang quietly, how to pity the weak water three thousand tears west window
Long hatred and remorse, a hundred flowers and white bones
The soul is leisurely swallowing on the other shore, and the residual poems are mournful
A passing away without a chance frost flew away, and the lonely shadow of the distant road was sad for a long time
The air will be obsessed with the clouds and smoke, drifting away from the four seas and strange cold
May the king only remember as he first saw, and do not hurt Qiushui without wearing a emaciated face
The west wind was broken and scattered, and it was difficult to find a way back to the human world
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