Yulou Spring, Spring Hate
【Song】Yan Shu
The green poplar grass is long on the road, and it is easy to go when you are young. The remnants of the dream at the head of the building are five watches, and the bottom of the flower is sad about the March rain.
Ruthless is not as affectionate as bitterness, and an inch is still tens of millions of wisps. When there is poverty at the end of the world, there is only endless lovesickness.
The long pavilion is always away from people. The young lover, how did she know that she was sad in her heart and easily separated, leaving her with only the eternal ten-mile pavilion and a blurred back. The remnant dream is fragile, broken in the cold and cold night of the lonely pillow and sleepless, and it is difficult to fall asleep when the bell rings, and it is difficult to find the back in the dream. Compared with the night-to-night night, that day's parting was a real nightmare that she couldn't wake up from. The sorrow in this dream is so cold, drenched by the rain in early spring and March, and it is heavy on my heart, and I can't get rid of it.
She blamed him for being ruthless, and she also blamed herself for being amorous. If it weren't for his ruthless parting, if it weren't for her affectionate stay, how could there be today's misery. An inch of acacia has thousands of sorrows, endless, to the desolation of the earth, to the dry and rotten sea, to the body of the body......
Linjiang Immortal
[Song] Yan a few ways
After the dream, the stairs are locked, and the curtain hangs low when you wake up. When the spring hatred came last year, the falling flowers were independent, and the swifts flew together.
I remember the first time I saw Xiao Apple, and the two hearts were Luo Yi. The pipa strings say that acacia, when the bright moon was there, and the clouds returned.
Pushing open the locked red door on the platform, all the colors that have passed away will return, like the rising tide of the sea, like climbing vines, along the golden silk nanmu table legs, along the curtain decorated with silver beads, the memory will be restored, after a long, long time, the memory of a long time ago.
She was still wearing the same heart-to-heart dress she wore when she first met, stroking the pipa, and playing and singing a soft lovesick song around her fingers. She said that her name was Apple, and I never thought that these two words would make me remember them for the rest of my life. When I remembered last spring, the drizzle knocked down the red flowers, and they were all raised, and there was little loneliness. The swallows flew low above my head, as if they could touch their wings with a single stretch of their hand. I raised my hand, raised it, and put it down in embarrassment, not to touch Feiyan, but to point it out to her, to see the happy fairy couple. This bright moon, which is exactly the same as back then, always gives me the illusion that she will return like a colorful cloud.
Siyuan people
[Song] Yan a few ways
The autumn of red leaves and yellow flowers is late, and thousands of miles of travelers. The flying clouds are over, and there is no faith in the return, where to send the book?
The tear bomb is not enough to drop from the window, so the inkstone is swirled and the ink is studied. Gradually write to don't come, in the depths of this feeling, the red note is colorless.
The forest leaves are red, the chrysanthemums are blooming, and before you know it, it is late autumn. After he left, the seasons were still changing, and everything was still flowing, but why was my time stagnant, caught in never-ending thoughts, forgetting the years. If he does not return, what is the difference between a day and a year?
I watched the white clouds drift away in front of the window, and every moment of my life seemed to be stretched, looking like that endless thought. And the returning autumn geese have not become messengers, and even they have no way of knowing his whereabouts. In that case, what can I do? Thinking of this, the tears broke the thread, dripped from the window, fell into the inkstone, and wet the green ink. With tears as ink, write a long letter that can't be sent, but once you write about parting, you can't write anymore......
The red note is colorless, Moyer? Tears? Love?
Partridge day
[Song] Yan a few ways
Drunk spring shirts cherish the old fragrance. The sky will be free from hatred, anger, and madness. Autumn grass grows on the moon every year, and the building is in the middle of the building every day.
The clouds are misty and the water is vast. There is a long way to go. Acacia is a no-nonsense word, don't waste tears on the flower note.
The mind is blurred between slightly drunk and sober, who would have expected that patting the spring shirt casually could make himself lose for no reason, just because there are still remnants of her rouge fragrance in the past. So, the hand that was slightly raised, and he couldn't take it a second time, he couldn't bear it, he couldn't bear it. If there is no trace of such a trace, then why should I miss the past?
Heaven always seems to have the divine power to see through people's hearts, I am a fanatic, what can I do if I am rich and rich? But only this hatred, an arrow hit my weakness, annoyed by it, dreamed of it, hated for it, drunk for it.
Year after year, the autumn grass grows endlessly, day by day the sunset in the building is drunk with afterglow, time has not stopped because of anyone's departure, it is still unhurried, as if it has never seen the life of the person who has never been seen. The sky is on different sides, but seeing the vastness of the clouds and water, I don't know how many ways to return. If there is no time to see each other, if there is no basis for lovesickness, why should you cry and tell your feelings?
Butterfly Koika
[Song] Yan a few ways
Don't wake up in the West Building when you're drunk, you don't remember, you dream in spring and autumn clouds, it's really easy to gather and disperse. The slanting moon and half window still sleep less, and the painting screen is idle to display Wu Shancui.
The words in the poem with wine marks on the clothes, dotted and lined, are always desolate. The red candle has no good plan for self-pity, and the cold night sky weeps for others.
What's going on? Where will we see each other again?
In life, there is always less gathering and more separation. Getting together is like a spring dream that is easy to wake up, drunk and farewell, and it is difficult to reproduce. And the distance is like the floating clouds of autumn, and there is no trace in a blink of an eye. It's a pity that I don't understand this truth, and people can get out of the helpless gathering and dispersion pain, otherwise why would I still be unable to sleep tonight, and I can only look at the verdant green health of Wu Mountain above the painting screen.
I can't really remember the scene of drunk farewell in the west building last night, and the old wine took away my memory and my time, but it left a bleak feeling. The stains of wine on the clothes, the lines of poetry on the banquet, are all slush claws. In the sleepless night, a red candle Gu Ying felt sorry for himself and had nothing to do, so he could only cry for others until dawn......
Nostalgia
[Song] Fan Zhongyan
The blue clouds, the yellow leaves, the autumn colors are waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountains reflect the slanting sun and the sky receives water, and the grass is ruthless, and it is outside the slanting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts. Unless night and night, good dreams leave people to sleep. Mingyue Lou is high and recess alone, and the wine is sad and turns into lovesick tears.
In the late autumn, the blue clouds flutter in the blue sky as you like, and the decayed yellow leaves spread all over the earth, and you can click on them with one foot. Between such a world and earth, there is a vast expanse of autumn colors and autumn waves, and the smoke on the river water presents a cool and cold autumn mood. The distant mountains are like daisies, outlined by the slanting sun with a circle of crimson outlines, stretching to the distance of water and sky. The grass is green, incomprehensible, and it grows crazy to a distance where even the sunset can't shine, turning from emerald green to gray.
Go to the country and be sad, and the sorrow of the detention trip is always with you. Unless you can dream of your hometown and old people every night, it will be difficult to get a moment of comfort. The nostalgia that is so thick that I can't dissolve it makes me dare not lean on a tall building alone on a full moon night, looking at the homeland that I can't see at all. Du Kang, who was originally enough to relieve his worries, also failed here, not only that, but after drinking it one by one, he made lovesick tears one drop at a time.
Autumn nostalgia
[Song] Fan Zhongyan
The leaves are falling and the fragrance is built, the night is silent, and the cold sound is broken. The pearl curtain rolls up in the sky, and the sky is faint and the Milky Way hangs to the ground. Every year and tonight, the moon is like practice, and it is a thousand miles long.
The sorrow has been broken and there is no reason to get drunk, and before the wine arrives, it will become tears first. The residual lights are turned on and off, and the pillows are clutched, and the taste of lonely sleep is exhausted. All came to this matter, and there was no way to avoid it.
The stone steps that were dyed red and incense earlier are now full of fallen leaves, messy and numerous. In the silence of the cold night, only the subtle sound of the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves lingers in my ears. The breath of autumn can be seen, felt, and smelled. The bead curtains in the Chinese house are rolled high, and when people are outside, they look back and feel that the emptiness and loneliness in the house come to their faces. As soon as I looked up, the sky was high and the moon was far away, and the Milky Way was at the end of the line of heaven and earth, falling down with stars. Every year and tonight, the moonlight is as bright as white silk, and only people are always thousands of miles away, and it is difficult to reunite.
Before the wine was drunk, tears became threads. The liver and sausage that were broken because of sorrow have long been unable to use wine to eliminate sorrow. At night, the lonely lights are clearly extinguished, the cold pillow is reclined, and the night is full of loneliness. Presumably, throughout the ages, there is no way to avoid parting with sorrow and resentment, either showing it between the eyebrows, or surging into my heart.
A cut plum
[Song] Li Qingzhao
The red lotus fragrance remnants of the jade in autumn. Lightly untie Luo Shang and go on the Lanzhou alone. Who in the clouds sent the brocade book? When the word goose returns, the moon is full in the west building.
The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart.
The bright red lotus has withered much, the plain white bamboo mat has been contaminated with autumn coolness, it is the end of summer and the beginning of autumn, and the weather is not cold and people feel slightly cool. Slowly stepping on a leaf orchid boat alone, boating to the depths of the lotus pond, lying down quietly to watch the clouds rolling in the sky, who will send books thousands of miles? The geese that want to fly south for the winter are lined up and return together. Before you knew it, the crescent moon had sprinkled all over the western terrace.
The summer flowers float on their own, and the stream flows on their own. There is no choice, and the cycle repeats. She and him should be bound by the same kind of lovesickness, and they are separated from each other. "Enter my lovesick door, know that I am lovesick", this situation is so sad, not to mention the talented and beautiful, even the ancient heroes can't think about it. Finally, the eyebrows were slightly stretched, and there was a tightness and pain in my heart.
Partridge day
【Song】Song Qi
The painting hub carved saddle is narrow, and the intestines are broken in the embroidery curtain. There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart.
The gold is the house, the jade is the cage, and the car is like flowing water and the horse is like a dragon. Liu Lang already hated Pengshan far away, and he was tens of thousands of miles away from Pengshan.
The tall and beautiful carriage in which she was riding, the painted ornaments, and the intricately carved saddle all showed that she belonged to a woman who belonged to the deep walls of the palace. I hurried through the narrow streets with her, and her soft call in the embroidered curtain has made me haunt me to this day. It turned out that she knew me. Although we can't grow wings like a colorful phoenix, our hearts are like the two horns of a rhinoceros and our hearts are imprinted.
But she is a woman like a canary, living in the golden house and jade cage, living in the most unattainable place in this busy capital. Liu Lang has secretly hated Pengshan for being too far away, but the location of my sweetheart is tens of thousands of miles away from Pengshan.
Tasha line
【Song】Jiang Kui
From the east, Ding Weiyuan to Jinling, the river dreamed.
The swallow is light, the warbler is delicate, and it is clear and to see Huaxu. The night is long and you are fighting for a thin affection? The early spring is dyed by acacia.
Say goodbye to the book, don't go with the needlework, and go away from the soul and the dark. Huainan Haoyue is cold and thousands of mountains, and no one cares about it.
I clearly saw her in my dream again, she in the dream was the same as in the past, her body was light and lily, and Wu Nong's soft words were shy and charming. Spring is only slightly sharp, but she has long been emaciated by lovesickness, her eyes are moving, looking at me, as if to ask me, the night is so long, Bo Xinglang, do you know?
Since parting, she has sent letters frequently, and I have read each one countless times; Before leaving, she sewed a new dress for me with a stitch and a thread, and she still keeps it by her side, but she wears it less and looks at it more. And in the dream, her soul also traveled far away with me, but when I woke up, I thought that the scene of her returning to Huainan alone should be boundless. When the bright moon is in the sky, the thousands of mountains are as cold as snow, and her lonely return figure is helpless, gradually drifting away.
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