Begonia Spring Sleepless
The high lights of the building are extinguished, and the window is watched, and the cold rain comes late.
The small courtyard has zero osmanthus flowers, and the incense is cold as ever.
Don't dance to the west wind, the geese are over, the autumn sound and the endowment?
A few chrysanthemums are yellow, and the dream is broken who looks back.
Drunken Spring Wind · Leak out of the west wind cooling
Leak out of the west wind cooling. The sky is high above the building.
The trees in the garden are old and tired of the crows perching, quiet. quiet. quiet.
Sitting alone in front of the window, the night is silent, and the dark lights are cold.
The moon sets and the clouds settle. Autumn frost is born in the dust.
The pillow side of the soul is broken and dreamless, sick. sickness. sickness.
The glass of wine is difficult to warm, the face in the mirror is thin, and the person is sad.
The word Lin Zheng rhymes, the eleventh rhyme
Dot Lips · Moonlit flowers
Between the moonlit flowers, the evening wind sent Gu Hong away.
The small window whispered, and also said Jiang Cheng Twilight.
Exhaustion of frost, endless dreams.
The end of the world, the sorrow is difficult to complain, where does the white head return?
Dot Lips · One night westerly wind
One night the west wind, the light cold suddenly rose and fell.
It is desolate and difficult to send, and the dreamers are sleepless.
More leakage faded, and the people upstairs were haggard.
Shame on oneself, broken bridges and lost water, how many tears away from people.
Cinnamon incense late cold rain
Late cold rain. Thank you for the fragrance of osmanthus flowers, lonely garden trees.
Fall leaves in front of the silent steps, listen to the language of the ghost.
Bamboo shakes the shadow of a thousand poles outside the fence, through the cloister, and the pipa tells each other.
Hometown remnants of chrysanthemums, sending clear dreams, empty looking for good sentences.
Remember the past, which can be counted. A pot of wine is hard to run out, and the journey is reminiscent.
More meritorious name, abandon the jade face of the wrong way.
The poetry under the silver screen lamp is cold, and the plain note has no word good date error.
And this autumn twilight, the jade hairpin is white-headed, and the night is as it was.
Wind into the pine · Sycamore leaf old
Sycamore leaves are stained with light frost. Dangui dipped.
The Tianhe River turns to shaoguang, and the autumn colors are long, and the fragrance is cold and the windows are full of windows.
Gui Geese counted the intestines broken, and the floating clouds were lonely and cool.
The east hedge flowers fall long in the night sky. Lonely Cloister.
Tang Shi fine wine this month, Huang Liang dreamed, secretly hurt.
Alone on the West Building, people are quiet, and the curtain is dark at night.
Drunken Flower Room · Untitled
Yellow flowers, osmanthus flowers, flowers sprinkled before the steps.
Cold night rain knocked on the window, sending a message to forget the posture.
It is difficult to buy wine from a long way, and it is difficult to solve the problem of ascending to the heights.
Zhu Yan mirror faded, not like the first makeup.
Cui Lou Yin · Stagecoach flower zero
The road flowers are zero, the sycamore leaves are old, and the incense disappears and the twilight wind is confused.
The beads in front of the steps are chaotic, the windows are cold, and the silver lamps are tented.
Ascend to the horizon. The goose went silent, empty and miserable.
Frost falls. The yard is born with decaying grass, and dreams wake upstairs.
Sing late. Whoever solves the absurdity, bends a thousand lines of tears, and mourns for whom.
Sleeve Shu who dances together, sighing the strings broken autumn waves gently.
Exile at the end of the world. The white head repented and was vain.
Luo Barrier. The wine woke up and searched everywhere, and the appearance in the dream.
Words Lin Zhengyun Part II
Mo Shang Hua · Dream Chihiro
The westerly wind has brought autumn sounds, returning to the bottom of the clouds in a few rows of geese.
The sun is shining obliquely on the distant mountain skyline.
The green and mangy layers are stained with forests, and smoke rises in the blue water streams.
The moon is in the sky, the sound of horseshoes on the stagecoach road is gone, and the dream is sleepless.
Go up to the west building, where the night is condensed, the white head is leaning against the railing.
Dew cold cold window, wine exhausted mirror flower haggard.
Ask Jun can have a meeting day, and remember the River City Sangzi.
Thousands of wines, singing Yang Guan Sandi together, sick and weeping.
Words Lin Zhengyun Zhang Yi Spectrum
Shadow · autumn scenery
Frost Chill Jade Que. Dew nong courtyard wet, sycamore yellow leaves.
A tree of jackdaws, singing and adding sorrow, whispering to whom.
The cold branches have no place to live, the stars are hidden, and the clouds are bright and bright.
According to the deceased, this has been going to the past year, and it is difficult to say goodbye to the long pavilion on the stagecoach road.
Winked at the tears, said all the old things, and shamed Yao Yue.
Plain hand tuning, eyebrows with worry, strings broken Yang Guan three stacks.
The rain of the Wushan Mountains is a pity, and the two are happy with each other.
At this point, when they are reunited, the same people hate deep sorrow.
Zi Lin ZhengYun Eighteen Jiang Chuan Spectrum