Nanxiangzi, Xibian, Liu Rumei, Feng Yansige
The willows on the waterside are like eyebrows. Jun breaks the branches and plays the flute. Young and affectionate are mostly dreams, flying separately. Parting is now no return.
The reunion is indefinite. I met several times and was drunk and idiot. The more you want to relieve your sorrows, the more you feel. There are half-rhymed words on the paper.
Nanxiangzi, Ziyan wants to fly shuangfei, Feng Yansige
Ziyan wants to fly together. Spring to the south wind blows north. Whoever speaks softly and low in the wind. Shyness and affection are unswerving.
Who expected the rain to bully. How to break the glass. Right and wrong are in the past, thing. Sleepless nights and wine to accompany you.
Partridge day, love is over, Yan a few dogs
Liu Wuqing silk fluttered with intention, and flying flowers flew on the eyebrows.
Where is the story of that year, and today's voice is depicted on paper.
The love is over, and the thought is hard to eliminate. Several times I brought wine to the Blue Bridge.
The fate comes and goes, and the fate is helpless, and the lovesickness is also strong.
Partridge day, small characters sent to a who, Yan a few dogs
The shadow of the empty window in the dead night accompanies each other, and the exquisite small characters are sent to whom.
Sorrow always breaks the heart, and a glass of wine will often leak even more.
After parting, I hope you will return. Sleepless red candles and tears.
Leaning on the railing, he looked at the bleak moon, and stood in front of the steps to listen to the falling plums.
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