Meng Jiangnan

Who does Xiao Li hate? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust.

Nanxiangzi

Write a photo for a dead woman

Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.

Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon. One night is like a ring, and the evening is a sigh. If the moon finally comes out, I will not hesitate to be roasted by snow and ice.

Without that dust, the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, I didn't rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.

Huatangchun

Two people in a generation fight for two ecstasy all their lives. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring?

Begging from the blue bridge is easy, but rushing into the blue shipwreck. If you allow me to visit Oxford, I will forget my poverty relatively.

Huanxisha

Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves close the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.

Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. Happiness will not last long.

Magnolia order

archaism

If life is just like the first sight, why draw a fan in the autumn wind? It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.

Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.

Shengchazi

What do you know about blue clouds and blue sky? Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia.

It's different every time, so you have to distinguish words. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Cross the border

The ancient rivers and mountains did not explicitly refuse. With the sound of drawing horns, horses come and go. Everything is desolate, who can speak? The west wind blows the old Danfeng.

There have been countless grievances. Ma Tiejin Pavilion, Qingcheng Evening Road. How much love? The rain in late autumn shines on the mountains.

Endless desire

Ride on the mountain, ride on the water, and have a thousand lights at night.

When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.

well

Ten thousand accounts are drunk, and the stars are teetering. Dreams are separated by the Wolf River and broken by the sound of the river. Still sleeping, still sleeping, waking up is boring.