Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

When was this hatred?

Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers.

I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up.

Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless.

Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform.

The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.

If there are Pisces in Chongquan.

It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on.

I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse.

When it's over, he'll know himself.

I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again.

Clear tears, confetti.

Pipa Fairy Mid-Autumn Festival

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Blue sea year after year, who is missing the ice wheel?

Autumn fragrance is blowing, as clear as snow.

If you look sad, it will be a beautiful night, and you will know that it will be sad.

Just now, yes, the old moon.

Playing hide-and-seek on the flower path has angered the leaves.

Remember that the fan is not light, and it is cold and hot several times.

Only the end, full of feelings, always endless, do not leave.

A purple jade is ruthless, and the night is cold.

"Water tunes the song, and the title is Xishan Autumn Cool Map"

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Empty mountains are quiet, and the water is heavy.

When you are at ease, dust is not allowed to invade.

At the end of the year, I remember the place I walked, and I still remember that the pole was half inclined and the forest was sparse.

On the top of Maoan Mountain, the old woman is singing alone.

Tin in the clouds, fishing at the head of the stream, playing the piano by the river.

Who knows how to lie and wander in this life?

I plan to go home by the wind, but I look back at Huai' an by mistake. When do I have to vote?

Socks are similar to green shoes, but you need to find a picture.

Fen Liang Golden Melody

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

Fred is crazy, too

Occasionally, the dust in Beijing, Wuyi family.

Who would want to spill wine on Zhaozhou soil?

If you don't believe in the truth, you become bosom friends.

Young eyes sing before they grow old. They respect the front and wipe away the tears of heroes.

If you don't see it, the moon is like water.

* * * You must be drunk this night.

And by him, Emei rumors, ancient and modern taboos.

Why ask you about your long life experience? Just scoff!

Think about it and repent from the beginning.

One day, my heart was robbed, and I was afraid that I would get married in my life.

However, the commitment is heavy, you must remember.

Qinyuan Chundingsi before the Double Ninth Festival

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed?

Remember to blow red rain when the embroidered couch is idle; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset.

Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears.

The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.

Find the blue sky again.

Short hair is expected to have frost in the morning.

It is a paradise on earth, the fate of the dust has not broken, and the spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurting.

If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday.

Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.

Man Jiang Hong Wei Wen Feng Instrument

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

I want to ask why you set off such a violent hurricane on the Fengshen list. After all, it is not the spring in the south, and the flowers bloom and fall, which makes you jealous.

No, Jiangnan has a good spring and is jealous of the weather.

When the leaves are blown by the wind, the returning crow can't recognize its perch, the ribbon hanging from the scroll and the frightened swallow.

Why doesn't God give some pity to the sad people, but let the wind blow them?

I just fell asleep in front of the lamp and was suddenly awakened by the strong wind. After listening to the wind, melancholy turned into sadness.

It suddenly occurred to me that my lover, who is far away from home, is listening to the sound of the raging wind at the moment. I hope her green screen can keep the windshield out and not blow away the graffiti screen.

Only shadows leave their souls in the autumn sky by candlelight.

There's no point in following him all the time, Piaofen and Xiangxiang.

Romantic son, the suburbs in autumn are things.

Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde

The grass in the plain is withered, and after Chongyang, the yellow trees are Sao Sao.

I remember Yule's hair. When the flowers fell, she picked up the green flowers and suddenly listened to the flute.

Today, the burn marks are gone, and the frost shadow is red and withered.

Autumn water reflects the sky, cold smoke weaves, soap carvings fly all over the sky, and the sky is miserable and the clouds are high.

Life must be carpe diem, you know? It's easy to get cold feet

Saying goodbye to Dong Jun is boring.

How famous is it? I won, wearing a jacket to shoot tigers and selling wine in the western suburbs.

Then I waved my hair at the shadow of the sunset and leaned back on the horse.