"A Bamboo Pearl, Dust and Frost"
Text: Zhang Jiahao
Who is the kiss of the moon? The end of the world has not returned to leave people. The people leaning on the building listened to Liu Shu's question, and the plum rain was thin and cool. How many degrees of forest flowers in the old garden? Strange cuckoo in a dream. The clouds turn with the song of green water, and the snow dances lightly around the red silk sleeves. Hurt parting from home hate weak water, Mei Rui new makeup guiye condensed. The wind gradually stopped, and the wine was warm? Knowing that this will not be long-term, don't be more happy and less hateful. The pond spring evening is frowning, green clouds and crescent moon on the green pavilion. After the dream, the building is high and the moon is locked, and last spring hated to go with it. When will the heart word be dressed? Qinhuai moon color is good with spring. Whose reed pipe is sad in autumn? When the geese came, they did not regret it. What year is the world away from hate? In March, the dew peach returns to the dust. Fainting work to please qiao eyebrows, Yuping idle Yao Shan Qing. Who remembers the West Building? There are few people in the half-window of the oblique moon. Willow wind ling cold Qianye early, a year of light and autumn sorrow. The Biyun Building is high in chi shui, and the jiangnan line is far away from the soul of the guest. The tear stains have long been full of books, and the acacia window is half a window to greet the end of the world. How many silver screen mountains are on the bed? If you want to sing, lean on the eyebrows deeply. Cloud sideburns move pillow spring hate full, sorry not to wander into a good night. The red note is lowercase and the return question is asked, and the double phoenix in the song has been dusted. Moving away from the cup where Cui Lan leaned, how many cry marks left the sleeves blue? A spring acacia is approaching, where do the flowers bloom to meet? In the wild, the weeping Yang was once tied to a horse, and the dream cloud returned without leaving a trace. The reed flowers are still blooming well, how many springs can it rain? The old people are old, and the new swallows have not returned; An autumn said sad, blowing away the north branch; When will the moon warbler remember the mountain gate? The swing is idle, and the dream butterfly visits the flower soul; Hongdou remembers the previous joy and hates the peach root when he returns. The warm wind in the south blows the dance hall, and the Weicheng silk rain persuades the dust. The red candle in front of the window is falling at night, and how many places are floating red into a thousand lights? Yu Zhun long poured out his hatred, and remembered to meet the big dream lightly. Gangnam Moon Perch Soul.
Dust and frost,
Yan Guiliang,
Dream Damage Blue Window.
Begonia pear rain dry looking,
Qingluan Empty,
The West Building is cool at night.
Recruit people home with multiple pathologies,
Every year I complain about my mother.
Who will leave hate to send Xiaoxiang?
Heavy Curtain Xu Township,
Meet the tincture maniac.
