Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?

The hair is soft and floating in the spring pavilion, and the hair falls and touches the embroidered curtain.

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes spring and dusk, and her sadness is full of nowhere to release.

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with both hands and endure falling flowers again and again.

The pods of willows and elms come from wheat straw, regardless of whether peaches float with Li Fei.

Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?

The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!

Although we can peck at flowers and hairs next year, people will not tend to go to empty nests.

360 days a year, wind, knife, frost and sword are pressing hard,

When can I be aboveboard? Once I wander, it's hard to find.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps.

Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.

The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the hoe returned to cover the door.

The blue light shone on the wall and people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.

Blaming slaves is double depression, half pity and half trouble;

Flow spring suddenly to bother, to silence.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?

The bird's soul is always hard to stay, and the bird is ashamed of being wordless.

May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

After all, where is Xiangshan?

If you don't collect beautiful bones, a pure land will shelter you from the wind.

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.

The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?

We see that the spring flowers are gradually falling, and it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.

No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!

Taohuahang

The east wind outside the peach curtain is soft, and the morning makeup inside the peach curtain is lazy.

There are people in the peach blossom curtain outside the curtain, and people are not far from the peach blossom.

The east wind intends to open the curtain, and the flowers want to peek at it.

The peach blossom curtain is still open outside, and the people in the curtain are thinner than peach blossoms.

Flowers pity people, flowers are also sad, and the news outside the curtain blows through.

The wind blew through the curtains, and the flowers filled the court, and the spring scenery in front of the court was twice as bad.

Idle moss courtyard door is empty, railings stand on their own feet.

People cry against the east wind, and skirts stand beside peach blossoms.

Peach blossom leaves are messy, and flowers bloom in red leaves.

The fog wrapped in smoke sealed 10 thousand plants, and the walls of the baking building were blurred with red.

The secret is to burn mandarin duck brocade and wake up in spring to move the pillow.

The maid's golden basin is flooded, and the fragrance of spring is cold and rouge is reflected.

What kind of rouge is bright, the color of flowers, people's tears;

If people's tears are compared to peach blossoms, they will flow from long to charming.

Tears are easy to dry when the eyes look at flowers, and they are haggard when the flowers dry in spring.

The gaunt flowers cover the gaunt people, and flying flowers are easy to get tired at dusk.

Spring in Du Yu is over, and there are tears in the lonely curtain!

Ask chrysanthemum

If you want to know how autumn feels, just mumble and knock on Dongli.

Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end?

How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness?

If you don't talk about everything in the world, why don't you talk about it?

willow

The powder falls in a hundred flowers, and the fragrance stays in the Yanlou. Clouds are in pairs. Wandering like a thin life, empty and romantic.

Every grass and tree knows sorrow, but youth is bald! Alas, who will give up and accept this life? Regardless, I went to marry Dong myself and put up with it for a long time.

Apricot curtains are in sight

Apricot curtains attract guests to drink, and you can see a villa.

Lingbi Goose Water, Sang Yu Yanziliang.

A bed of spring leeks is green, and ten miles of rice flowers are fragrant.

In prosperous times, you don't have to plow and weave.

Autumn night in mid-March

Make a clear plan to travel to the Yuan Dynasty. You can jump in the sky.

There are many strings everywhere, and some lights fly wildly.

Who doesn't open the porch? Light cold air scissors,

Beautiful night scenes, grabbing cakes and laughing at yellow hair,

Divide it into green flowers. The heart is fragrant and fragrant,

The color sword is Mao Jin Xuan. Candle Huiqiong

The flowers and drums are loud, and the sun is swaying in the courtyard.

Make a mess of the beautiful garden. Give orders to Cao Zun,

Pat and listen to three announcements. Let Ayabeni score.

Su Cai accepts Kun. Reward and punishment do not distinguish between subject and object.

In Preface to Poetry, Zhong Kun. Leaning on the threshold when pregnant,

Imitate the scenery or follow the door. The wine is still there.

To make matters worse, I have lost my happiness. I gradually heard this sentence and laughed.

There are traces of snow and frost in the air. The dew mass is facing the bacteria.

The court gathers at dusk, and the stone marrow is poured in autumn.

The wind leaves gather the roots of the clouds. Bao Wu is lonely and clean,

People rushed to the cold. They invited cows to fight with girls.

Take the opportunity to treat the emperor and grandson.

It's dark and empty. A leaky kettle will dry up.

The flame of the window lamp has subsided. The cold pond crosses the shadow of the crane,

Leng Yue buried the flower soul.