"Drunken and Depressed, Let Loose"
Text: Zhang Jiahao
To learn to be more resistant to frost, the old dream relives the moon to add coolness. Who is stronger than a statue of wine? Turn to autumn and give birth to feathers. And folding the river plum small upstairs, how many tears in the willow flute smoke? The painting hall is shallow and the Nagato wind is wounded since ancient times. Looking at the peach spring in March, all Xie Niang panicked after going. Butterflies dream of thousands of miles, a little spirit rhinoceros should be secretly rewarded. Where to borrow Yanhong Spiegel? But the water is diligent to release the cream. The lonely Furong Cloud Hall is deep, and the Jiangnan memories are heartfelt. The jade people are in the west chamber according to the covenant, and the bright moon breeze is idle to visit. Autumn water half a penny at the beginning of the makeup, the solitary boat late busy. Falling on the Feihong Frost Bridge is cold, and the end of the world is wandering and complaining. Who should Spring Mountain be with? And tears twilight road thin cool. Wanting to send a thousand lines of tears, the jade man crossed the West Wing. To ask how much dongfeng is left? Sleeve qin serchu river cool. Jade cold pillow light embroidery quilt, frost leaves do not fade to support the drunken wall. Who is afraid to go to sleep late at night? And burn high candles to illuminate the orchid hall. Before the song, I danced and slept before the flowers, and I was sentimental and complaining and sick. Everywhere there are pairs of monarchs, and the drunken flower room is poured in front of the honor. Smoke and rain are dark, and the wind is thin and willow smoke is long; The sky is high and the jade building is far away, and the Yaolin lock is far away; Sunset bead curtain rolls, pavilion under the water even yellow; The windows are wet and green, and the mountain color is barren; Away from the leaves on the branches, unsolved Butterfly Cool; Sui Di March Willow, nowhere to recognize the injury; There are few outsiders in the sills, and the east wind is crazy for a hundred miles; Blowing up the forecourt bamboo, durian flowers blooming to meet the suit; The wind is tight away from the pavilion late, and an autumn dream has not tasted. At that time, the lonely forest was under the intention, and the five spring pillows dreamed of autumn frost. Ice muscle is born thin, and a pillow of typhoid fever shines thinly. Where is Liu Lang now? How many games can you bear to listen to the Yang Guan? Clouds and rain stacked wind and frost.
Let go of The Green Shadow,
Turn away from sorrow,
Qin Lou.
How thin is a song of Yang Guan tears?
Sick did not ask,
Who dreams of a thousand rewards?
Listen more leaky to the bed night rain,
Mistakenly enter the Xianjia Pingqiao Tour.
Want to ask Chun Xin Xiao Xiang Hou?
Heavenly Decaying Willow,
Don't wait to break your intestines.
