< Last night, it rained and the wind blew suddenly, 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
< Lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow in the 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.
< Swing on the swing, do not bother to rub the delicate 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,
sniffed the plums.
< Don't make a cup of deep amber, melt it before you get drunk, and you should come late to the wind.
< The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold gold bun is loose, and the time and space are red to the candlelight.
< The idle window in the yard is deep in spring, and the heavy curtain is not heavy, so heptachord is speechless 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.
< It's cold in the spring, the jade stove sinks and the smoke is lingering, 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.
< The bun hurts the spring, the spring is sloppy, the evening breeze falls in the courtyard, and the light clouds are sparse,
< Jade duck fumigates the brain, Zhu Ying covers the tassel, and the rhinoceros also relieves the cold.
< Embroidered hibiscus smiles, leans against the fragrant cheeks of Baoyu duck, and the eye is 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.
< It's late to remove makeup in Shen Zui at night, and the plum calyx is 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.
< The sound of returning to Hong broke the residual rinspeed, and the snow in the back window fell straight into the furnace. 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's-eye. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, but the west wind keeps the old cold.
< The wind is soft, the spring is still early, and the shirt is in a good mood. I feel slightly cold when I sleep, and the plum blossoms are on my temples.
where is your hometown? Forget it unless you're drunk. Burn when you are lying in the water, and the fragrance will not disappear.
the wind will set the flowers deep, and there are red piles of snow outside the curtain. After the flowering of Begonia, < P > it is the season of hurting spring.
when the wine bar sings, the jade is respected, and the blue jar is dark and bright. The soul dream is unbearable and bitter, and it is even more screaming.
However, I prefer her "The Sound is Slow":
Looking for it, it's cold and lonely, and it's sad and mixed with sorrow. When it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to stop breathing. How can you beat him and come late in the wind? Yan Guo is sad, but it is an old acquaintance. The yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, haggard and damaged. Who can pick them now? Watching the window, how can you be dark alone? Indus is even drizzling, and it is dripping at dusk. Who is the second, how can I get a word? "
If you want to know more about her, buy a copy of her album ...
Search for it, it's lonely and sad.
leaning against the door, I look back, but I smell the green plum.
I'm afraid I can't carry a lot of worries because I'm afraid I'm sailing on a boat in Shuangxi.
people are thinner than yellow flowers, as the Tao never dies.