Huanxi Sha Desert is cold and goes up to the small building
【Song】Qin Guan
The indifference is light and cold on the small building, the Xiaoyin scoundrel is like a poor autumn, and the light smoke and flowing water paint the screen.
The free flying flowers are as light as a dream, the boundless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and the treasure curtain hangs a small silver hook.
Life is short, only a few dozen springs and autumns. Who has never lamented the fleeting spring and never complained about the ruthlessness of late autumn? It is another year of cold spring, and I slowly walk up to the small building alone, and the smoke and haze in the early morning are misty, and the haze is not opened, just like the slaughter of late autumn. Why don't you see the vigorous spring scene? A long sigh, bored. The sky in the distance makes people sad, and when I look back, even the painting screen is light smoke and water, and it is deserted.
Dreams are like flying flowers, flowers are like lonely dreams flying freely, and flowers and dreams are inseparable. And the dreamer only wants to be drunk and never wake up, without waking up to face this person's cold spring, a person's morning rain, and a person's small building independence. The drizzle stained the flowers, and it also wet the spring sorrow of the climbers. But this heart is so sorrowful, but like a delicate bead curtain hanging on a small silver hook, no one cares.
Ejoko
【Song】Qin Guan
The willows in the west city are soft in spring. Tears are hard to collect. I still remember the affection, and I used to be a boat returnee. Biye Zhuqiao was a day of events, people were gone, and the water was empty.
Shaohua is not reserved for teenagers. Hate leisurely, when to rest? When the flying flotsam falls into the flowers, a climb. The spring river is full of tears, inexhaustible, and many sorrows.
Now the river reflecting the willows also reflected the figure of your light skirt and slender jade hands tying the returning boat for me. The arch bridge of Zhu Chi still stands in front of the green field, as vivid as it was back then, and the thousands of willow branches in Xicheng are still swaggering in the spring breeze, as soft as it was back then. But where is the boatman now?
Shaohua didn't stay for the young man, but he didn't hate it at the beginning, only when things were wrong, he hated the young man at that time. Life is a period and a moment, and when you look back, it will be empty. It's hateful that I was young at that time, and there are still countless tomorrows that can make up for today, and that young people can be happy for today's reunion, and it will be repeated countless times...... Who would have thought that today's eyes are full of flying flowers and falling flowers, flowing into the surging river, such as the past that will never return, beautiful, broken, and can no longer be found. Even if this river is full of tears, it can't exhaust my sorrows.
Chiaki-kun
【Song】Qin Guan
Outside the sand by the water, the city retreats in spring. The shadows of the flowers are chaotic, and the sound of the warbler is broken. Floating sparse wine cups, parting with wide belts. People are gone, and the blue clouds and twilight are opposite to each other.
Reminiscing about the West Pond Meeting, the heron flies with the cover. Hand in hand, who is there today? The dream of the sun is broken, and the face of the mirror changes. Spring is gone, and the flying red is as sad as the sea.
There is a saying that "Zhu Yan is white-headed, Shaohua turns to look forward to what has been a long time; the rain turns the clouds, and the world is vast."
People always seem to be like this, once they have achieved their will, it is difficult to imagine that one day they may fall from the clouds and never be disappointed. It's a pity that the world is vast and unpredictable, whether you can guess it or not, the sky will not fulfill people's wishes. Those good times, like the golden years, often accompanied by the emperor, and the people in the same way hand in hand, pointing the country, as if they have choked the throat of fate, no, not only that, maybe more fate under the feet...... But if this is the case, why is it that today's bleak wind and cold rain and people are thin? Why is Shaohua dead and his ambition is not rewarded?
The spring scene in front of us is not a spring scene, how can the spring twilight be so dull and dignified? The face in the mirror is not a face, how can the ruddy face be so white and depressed?
Once the dream is broken, it is unbearable to look back.
Yarokuko
【Song】Qin Guan
Leaning on the dangerous pavilion, hatred is like grass, and the flowers are still alive. After reading the farewell of the green skull outside the willow, the red coat by the waterside was divided, and he was secretly shocked.
The gratuitous sky and the graceful sky, the night moon is a curtain of dreams, and the spring breeze is tender. How can I be happy and entertain gradually with the flowing water, the sound of the strings is broken, the green silk fragrance is reduced, and the pieces of flying flowers are late, and the rain is cloudy. was condensing, and the oriole cried a few more times.
"Alone without relying on the railing", as if those sorrows and farewells, always in the high place, in the green grassland, in the infinite place of the rivers and mountains, once the dangerous pavilion is alone, it will be like the rain pouring down, falling into the memories that will never fade.
In my memory, the willow forest where the green horses are drifting away is still so green that it makes people feel cold, and the shadow that refuses to return is still frighteningly red. The day of parting is always different, as if it is the only one that will not be defeated by time. Day after day, as vivid as yesterday.
How can Shaohua be lightly entertained, and then think about it is always pitiful. Your God-given beauty, the tenderness of a dream, the warm murmur of the fragrant wind...... Remember, remember, I remember. But parting made me become a string under your fingers, trembling in the falling flowers and residual rain. Mixed with the chirping of the orioles in the forest, a cry and a thought.
Tasha Xing Chenzhou Hostel
【Song】Qin Guan
The fog is lost on the platform, and the moon is lost. There is nowhere to be found. It can be closed in the lonely hall in the cold spring, and the sun is twilight in the sound of the cuckoo.
Post plum blossoms, fish pass ruler element. There is no repetition of this hatred. Chenjiang is fortunate to go around Chenshan, for whom to shed Xiaoxiang.
Chenzhou is a beautiful place, Nanling and Luo Xiao stop here, the Yangtze River and the Pearl River diverge here, the mountains and valleys are secluded, and the water is beautiful and the spring is spiritual. However, in the eyes of Qin Guan, who was tragically degraded, the same landscape contained a completely different bleak and cold rain. The pavilions and pavilions were lost in the fog, and the bright moon was hazy and abnormal, and the ferries to and from the future were hidden. As far as the eye can see, mountains are not mountains, and water is not water, let alone a paradise?
Living in a lonely house, I don't hear the silk and bamboo wind music, only the cuckoo cries blood. At this time of the cold spring, the sun is thinning in the western mountains, as if everything in the world is tending to be exhausted and gradually declining. The countless "plum blossoms" and "rulers" that came from afar all turned into endless long-term hatred. And the endless flow of the Chenjiang River, why don't you go around Chenshan and go down to Xiaoxiang?
Like a dream
【Song】Qin Guan
The warbler's beak pecks the flowers red, and the swallowtail is green wrinkled. Refers to the cold jade sheng cold, blowing through the spring of Xiaomei. Still, still, people and green poplars are thin.
"It's not the wind, it's not the flag, it's the benevolent heart. ”
When you think about it, you have the worries of a thought, and when you think about it, you have endless worries. Throughout the ages, when will the sad spring and autumn be closed? When you see the early spring, you will have the pain of bleakness and loneliness, and when you see the brightness of late spring, you will have the sorrow that the light is fleeting. But the spring scene is like this every year, reincarnation, no joy and no worries, and the amorous is always just the spring appreciator.
Yellow warbler flowers, swallowtail waves, red flowers, green pond water. But this dazzling spring light can't shine into the hearts of the spring appreciators, because she knows that the sea has never been easy to sangtian, let alone this soft Shaohua. So she is cold and thin, she pities this spring, and pities herself even more, it is "Mo Dao is not ecstatic, the curtain is swept by the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers".
Gado Haru
【Song】Qin Guan
The east wind blows the willows at the beginning of the day, and the grass is slanting after the rain. The apricot blossoms are scattered and the swallow mud is fragrant, and the sleep is damaged by red makeup.
The treasure seal disappears the phoenix, and the painting screen cloud locks Xiaoxiang. The twilight cold is slightly transparent and thin, and there is infinite thinking.
In March, the east wind blows the willows, and the days are getting longer day by day. When she awoke, the spring rain had just stopped, but the sun had set in the west, and all the grass was shining in the reddish slanting light. The apricot blossoms were scattered in the wind and rain of the day, and the swallows used the red soil to build a nest, leaving a fragrance. She sat down in front of the bronze mirror, only to realize that she had slept with red makeup.
She got up too late, the night had fallen quickly, the dragon and phoenix-shaped seal incense burned to ashes, but the picture of Xiaoxiang on the painting screen was still cloudy and cold. The light Luo Shang couldn't withstand the invasion of the cold night, couldn't sleep, and thought infinitely.
Full of Courtyards
【Song】Qin Guan
The mountains are wiped with slight clouds, the sky is even declining grass, and the sound of painting horns is broken. Suspend the conquest and talk about the total detachment. How many old things in Penglai, looking back on them empty, there is a lot of smoke. Outside the sunset, jackdaws are ten thousand points, and flowing water surrounds the lonely village.
Ecstasy, at this time, the sachet is secretly dissolved, and Luo is lightly divided. He won the Qinglou, and Bo survived. When will I see you here? On the sleeves, there are empty cry marks. At the injured place, Gao Cheng was cut off, and the lights were already dusk.
"Those who have lost their souls, only farewell!"
Parting, the sound of "cherished" can not be spoken, the Iraqi people are not there, they take care of themselves, it is just a good day and beautiful scenery, and the sound of "goodbye" is even more difficult to say, when to meet again, the high-rise building is broken, only afraid that the return date will not be lost.
Look at the clouds in the mountains, the grass in the sky, and listen to the trumpet whimpering, the jackdaw hissing, the heaven and the earth know that this is deep, and this is not sorrowful. In Penglai Pavilion, the tenderness of the family is still vivid, even if the sachet is solved, Luo is divided, but the reluctant mood can not be broken. The past is vast, and it comes and goes in a hurry like a white horse, and I can't help but sigh why life is always less and more away? Suddenly, the light boat is far away, looking at the lights of the city, my heart is sad.
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