2. After dusk, Dongli Bar wine has dark fragrance and full sleeves.
3, cherish, I don't know how long I will stay from now on.
4. Flowers bloom and fall without regrets, and the fate is like water.
5. A broken branch is worth a fortune, and no one can send it.
6. The fragrant lotus root can last forever! Flowers drift and water flows!
7. The sound of returning to Hong broke the residual clouds, and the smoke from the back window fell straight.
8. Dye willow smoke, blow plum flute and complain, how much is the meaning of spring?
9. Poetry and books on the pillow have a good leisure place, and the scenery in front of the door is good.
1. I'm afraid to leave my arms, and I want to talk about many things.
11. The sky is covered with clouds and mist. The Milky Way wants to turn to Qian Fan dance.
12, the evening breeze falls in the courtyard at the beginning of plum blossom. Light clouds travel to and from the moon.
13, searching, cold and clear, sad and miserable.
14. Who sent a brocade book in the cloud? When the word "Goose" came back, the moon was full in the West Building.
15. The ground is covered with yellow flowers. Who can pick it now?
16. Old weather and old clothes, only feelings are not like old home!
17. There's nothing I can do to get rid of this situation. I just frown, but I feel it.
18, 9 Wan Li Fengpeng is lifting. The wind stopped, and the boat blew away the three mountains.
19. Who knows when the strong fragrance blows out? The warm wind is too late for the sun, so don't get the apricot blossom fertilizer.
2, lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain.
21. Stop the swing and get up to adjust your hands. Beside her, the thin de hung with crystal dew, her ch perspiration permeated with a thin silk gown.
22. It's cold in the spring, and the jade stove sinks with water and smoke, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow with hidden flowers.
23. The Mo Xu cup is deep in amber, so it should be melted before it becomes drunk, so it should be late to come to the wind.
24. Haiyan will fight grass in the future, and Jiang Mei has passed willow cotton. Wet the swing at dusk.
25. On the one hand, the amorous feelings are full of rhyme, and on the other hand, I hate to send my thoughts to you.
26. Embroidered hibiscus smiles and leans against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya duck, and the eye movement is guessed.
27. It's hard to stop pear blossoms from coming out of the mountains to hasten dusk, and it's hard to stop them when the breeze blows and the rain makes the shade light.
28. Jade duck soothes the brain, Zhu Ying covers the tassel, and the rhinoceros also relieves the cold.
29. Flowers dance and cry, while flowers cry and petals fly. Flowers bloom for whom to thank, and flowers fade for whom to grieve.
3. Where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burn when you are lying in the water, and the fragrance will not disappear.
31. The idle window in the small courtyard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not sinking, so I can't talk about heptachord by leaning against the building.
32. Life is a hero, and death is a ghost. So far, I miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
33. It's cold in spring, and the jade stove sinks with water and leaves smoke. Dream back to the mountain pillow hidden flowers.
34. Rui Nao Xiang dispels the dream, breaks the cold and makes the golden bun loose, and wakes up to the candle flower red.
35. The sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bull. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind keeps the old cold.
36. It snows every year. I often get drunk with plum blossoms. ? It's no good to be plum blossom. Win clothes and clear tears.
37, a gust of wind and rain came late, washing away all the glory. I cut the spring, but I made light makeup on Linghua.
38. Seeing someone coming, socks shovel gold hairpin and slip away, and go away with shame. Looking back by the door, I smell the green plum.
39, leaning over the bar, just no mood! Where are people? Even the sky is fading, and the road to return is broken.
4, Lin Gaoge, Luanshan Ping Ye is sparsely populated. The smoke is thin, and when the crows return, they smell the horns at dusk.
41. The crimson wisp is thin and ice-like, and the snow is greasy and crisp. Laughing Tan Lang, the gauze kitchen pillow is cold tonight.
42, the wind will set the flowers deep, and there will be red piles of snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of the long-remembered begonia, it is the season of hurting spring.
43, people are quiet, the moon is lingering, and the green curtains are hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.
44. Shen Zui took off her makeup late at night, and the plum calyx was stuck with branches. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in the spring, and your dreams will never return.
45. The wine bar sings jade and respects the sky, and the blue jar is dark and bright. The dream of the soul is unbearable, and it is even more screaming? .
46. It's light to break the gold, and it's cut into layers of jasper leaves. Its demeanor and spirit are as vivid as Yanfu's.
47. Poetry and books on the pillow have a good leisure place, and the scenery in front of the door is good. Borrow more from people all day, osmanthus fragrans.
48, the wind has stopped the dust and the fragrant flowers have run out, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first.
49. The phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk. This time, what a sad word?
5. It's still early in spring when the wind is soft, and I feel good at first. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and the plum blossoms are on my temples.
51. The sound of returning to the rainbow broke the residual rinspeed, and the smoke from the back window fell straight. At the bottom of the candle, the phoenix is bright, and the head of the hairpin is better than the light.
52. The onset of illness is rustling and the temples are bright. Lie and watch the broken moon on the window screen. Boil the nutmeg into boiling soup, do not have to beat the spirit of tea and eat.
53. It's a long way to go this year. Rustling temples give birth to flowers. Look at that night wind blowing open the plum, probably also difficult to see its gorgeous.
54. What's the vulgarity of plum blossoms, and how bitter the lilacs are? Born, smoked through the dreams of thousands of miles, but ruthless.
55, searching, cold and clear, sad and miserable. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to stop breathing.
56. It's raining in the middle of the night on the sad pillow, and it's raining a little. Drop by drop. Worried about hurting northerners, I am not used to listening.
57. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to go canoeing. I'm afraid the boat can't carry many worries.
58. Who planted banana trees in front of the window filled the atrium with shade. The atrium is overcast. Leaves and leaves are heart-warming, and they are comfortable and affectionate.
59. The fragrance and wine are broken, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still autumn and lonely.
6. I'm haggard now, and I'm afraid to go out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people laughing.
61, the mist is thick and the clouds are sad forever, and the brain is refreshed and the golden beast is sold. The festival is also Chongyang, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is cool in the middle of the night.
62. The milky way turns in the sky, and the curtain on earth hangs. Cold pillow with tears. Let's talk about Luo Yi, what a night it is.
63. After dusk, Dongli Bar has dark fragrance and full sleeves. Don't die. The curtain rolls in the west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
64. Cuitie lotus is small, and the golden lotus leaves are thin. Old weather old clothes. Only when feelings are different and old home.
65. It's a lot to feel the moon and sing the wind, but now you're getting old and getting nowhere. Who's more languid? It's boring to try the lamp, and you're not in the mood to walk through the snow.
66. Although the casual cups and plates are sloppy, the wine is delicious and sour, which is just called people's arms. Don't laugh when you are drunk, poor people are like spring.
67. Flowers drift from water to water, one kind of lovesickness, and two places of carefree sorrow. There is nothing that can be done to eliminate this situation, and then I frown, but I feel it.
68. When you come to the building alone late, you hate to lock your brow, yellow flowers are thin, the sound of geese is broken in autumn, and a stream of fallen flowers is full of misery, when will you rest?
69. Suyue sends a boat alone, only the shadow follows the current, the home is broken, and there is a residual wine. How can the wine be weak against the night wind disease, the rain of the phoenix tree, and a little sorrow?
7. I often remember the sunset in the Xiting, and I don't know the way home when I am drunk. Always play to the fun to return, but lost to the fengzhu pool in the depths of the pool. How to draw a boat out, not careful, but startled a group of Oulu.
71. Heaven and Qiu Guang, turn around and feel hurt, and explore Jin Ying to know that it is close to Chongyang. Put on the rough clothes, drink the unfiltered wine, every gust of autumn, a autumn, bring the cool autumn.
72. In the courtyard at dusk, I feel sad and anxious, and when I wake up, I feel sad about the past. How can endure this long night, the moon shines on this empty bed. Listening to the distant sound of Daoyi, the long and pointed sound of crickets, and the long style leaky surface acoustic, the feeling of time too slow.
73. Like a dream, it rained and the wind blew suddenly last night, and a deep sleep did not consume the wine. Ask the shutter man, but the Chinese flowering crabapple remains the same. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin
74. If you dream, you will always remember the sunset in the Xiting, and you will not know your way home if you are intoxicated. Always play to the fun to return, but lost to the fengzhu pool in the depths of the pool. How to draw a boat out, not careful, but startled a group of Oulu.
75. welcome in, socks? Golden hairpin slips away. She ran away shyly, leaning back on the door, and smelling the scent of the flowers of green plums. It's one thing to be clear about the spring, and the other thing to be ashamed of.
76. The paper tent of the rattan bed is sleeping. I can't talk about it, and I have no good thoughts. Shen Xiang intermittent jade furnace cold, with my feelings like water. Three lanes in the flute, plum heart broken, how much spring affection.
77. A small wind dispels the rain and makes a small flute, but it also urges a thousand tears. The piper went to the jade building, and who was heartbroken? A fold is worth a fortune, and no one can send it.
78. Lotus on the embroidered curtain of Huanxisha smiled and leaned against the fragrant cheeks of Baoya duck, and the eye movement was guessed. On the one hand, it is full of charm, and on the other hand, it is charming and hateful to send you a deep feeling.
79. Huanxisha is in a cold spring day, the jade stove is full of water and smoke, and the dream comes back to the mountain pillow with hidden flowers. The swallows not yet come, a game of grass we play; Willow down wafts while mume blossoms fade away. In drizzling rain at dusk the garden swing won't sway.
8. The Moho cup in Huanxi Shamo is deep in amber, so it should be melted before it gets drunk. It's time to relax the clock. The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold gold bun is loose, and the time and space are red to the candlelight.
81. Shazi in Huanxi hurts the spring and makes the comb more careless. In the evening breeze, the courtyard falls at the beginning of the plum blossom, and the light clouds travel to and from the moon, and the jade duck soothes the brain, while Zhu Ying covers the tassels, and the rhinoceros also relieves the cold.
82. The idle window of Huanxisha Yard is already deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not sinking, so I can't talk about heptachord by leaning against the building. Far away from the mountain, the dusk is hurried, and the breeze blows the rain and makes the shade light. It is difficult to ban pear blossoms if they want to thank.
83. A touch of crimson lips makes you lonely and a boudoir, and an inch of sorrow touches your heart. Cherish the spring to go, what time to urge the rain. Leaning over the column, just no mood! Where are people? Even the sky is fading, and the road to return is broken.
84. touch your lips, stop swinging, and get up and adjust your hands. Beside her, the thin de hung with crystal dew, her ch perspiration permeated with a thin silk gown. See someone coming, socks shovel gold hairpin slip away, and shame away. Looking back by the door, I smell the green plum.
85. It is late to get drunk and remove makeup at night, and the plum calyx is inserted with residual branches. I was awakened by alcohol and smoked by spring sleep, and my dream was broken. People are quietly, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more fragrance and spend more time.
86. The Bodhisattva is gentle, and it's still early in the spring, so she is in a good mood at first. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and the plum blossoms are on my temples. Where is my hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burn when you are lying in the water, and the fragrance will not disappear.
87. Bodhisattva Man's return to Hong broke the clouds, and the snow fell on the back window and the smoke was straight. At the bottom of the candle, the phoenix is bright, and the head of the hairpin is better than the light. The sound of the horn urges the dawn to leak, and the dawn returns to the bull. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind keeps the old cold.
88. Lin Gaoge. Ping Ye in the chaotic mountains is thin with smoke. The smoke is thin. After the crow returns, it smells the horn at dusk. The fragrance is broken and the wine is left. The west wind urged the phoenix tree to fall. Wutongluo It's autumn, and it's lonely.
89. In the snow of Qingpingle every year, plum blossoms are often drunk, and they are used up with no intention, and they win tears all over their clothes! When the plum blossom is open this year, I live in a very remote place, and my ears are short and thin. Look at that night wind blowing open the plum, probably also difficult to see its gorgeous.
9. I complained that I came to Shen Zui to remove makeup late at night, and the plum calyx was stuck with branches. When you wake up from alcohol, you will sleep in the spring, and your dreams will never return. People are quietly, the moon is whispering, and the green curtain is hanging. It takes more time to remove the residual core, burn more incense and get more time.
91. When the wind blows, the flowers will fall deep, and there is a pile of red snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of the long-remembered begonia, it is the season of hurting spring. The wine column sings jade and respects the air, and the blue cylinder is dark and bright. The dream of the soul is unbearable, and it is even more screaming? .
92. The magnolia with reduced characters is sold on the flower pole, and a spring flower is ready to be released. Tears are dyed lightly and evenly, with traces of rosy clouds and dew. Afraid of lang guessed that slave noodles are not as good as flower noodles. The cloud temples are slanting, and I want to teach Lang to compare and watch.
93. I remember Qin E's lofty pavilion, and the chaotic mountains and Ping Ye are sparsely populated. The smoke is thin, and when the crows return, they smell the horns at dusk. The fragrance is broken and the feelings are evil, and the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. When the phoenix tree falls, it is still autumn and lonely.
94. The small pavilion hides the spring, the idle windows lock the day, and the painting hall is infinitely deep and secluded. The seal incense is burned out, and the shadow falls on the curtain hook. It's better to plant Jiang Mei by hand, so why go upstairs in the water? No one arrived, lonely and muddy, and He Xun was in Yangzhou.
95. Never, knowing rhyme wins, embarrassing rain, and not tolerant of wind softness. Whose flute blows deep sorrow. Don't hate incense to eliminate snow, you must channel, sweep away traces and stay. It's hard to say, the night is bright and the moon is light, and the shadows are still romantic.
96. Looking for it, it's lonely and sad. When it's warm and cold, it's the hardest to stop breathing. Three cups and two light wines, how can you beat him? It's urgent to come late. Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance.
97. The spring breeze in Wuling has exhausted the fragrant flowers, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi spring is still good, and it is also planned to be a canoe. I'm afraid that the boat can't move and I'm worried.
98. Spread the Huanxi sand, knead the gold, and cut it into layers of jasper leaves. The spirit of demeanor, such as Yanfu, is too bright. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked through a thousand miles of dreams, but heartless.
99. When the Huanxisha was broken, it started to rustle, and the temples were covered with flowers. I lay watching the waning moon on the window screen. Boil the nutmeg into boiling soup, do not have to beat the spirit of tea and eat. Poetry and books on the pillow are good at leisure, and the scenery in front of the door is good. I borrow more from people all day long and spend a lot of time with osmanthus flowers.
1, the mist is thick, the clouds are sad forever, and the brain is refreshed and the golden beast is eliminated. In the double ninth festival, lying in the pillow, in the middle of the night, the cold of the body has just been soaked. Drinking wine in the eastern fence until after dusk, the faint yellow chrysanthemum fragrance overflowing with double sleeves. Don't say that clear autumn is not people, the west wind juanqi bead curtain, the person in the curtain is thinner than that yellow chrysanthemum. ;