Most of Nalan Rong Ruo's poems are sad. I choose some songs that I personally think are better. Play more classic poems. Who does Xiaoli hate because of the faint crows in Jiangnan? The snow suddenly turned over the fragrant pavilion, and the breeze blew the bottle of plum, and the heart turned to dust. Bodhisattva is very rustling, with rain and wind. It is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings. Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust. Picking mulberry leaves, Xie Jiayuan is more disabled, and Yan Su carves beams. On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers? This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago. Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze. Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't do this. It's all over and the moon has gone west. Leng Xiang has been dreaming about Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house. Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn. Who put the ice wheel on the sea, the sky was full and he was disappointed. Never say goodbye, but on a beautiful night, tears are always zero. We should only meet again under the blue sky, and that is this life. Can survive this life, just when I was in a hurry, I thought of you again. Cool and dew, fragrant and moist, black and dripping. Who shakes the shade and swallows wicker in the wind? Cosmetic box, dancing kite, open the frequency cover, sandalwood powder accidentally. Tears welled up. Last night, I felt a dream. Like a dream, the courtyard is full of moonlight and dusk, and the language is nearly drunk. Do you know the heart? Old grievances and new love are 50/50. Who saw it? Who saw it? The pillow was dyed red with tears. Spread out the wind that breaks the happy sand, and the residue has turned into a flat, and the mud lotus is just a thousand lotus roots; Be careful not to burn a clove of incense and remember the past life. People feel sentimental and thin, and now they really regret it; Looking back at heartbroken, tears steal zero. Residual snow condenses into a cold screen. Plum blossoms fall, the flute sounds, it's already midnight, and there is no one in the month. I am a melancholy guest in the world, and I know why you are crying. I remember my life in the sound of heartbreak. He also wrote Luo Shen lightly, knowing that a smile is a deep frown. Ten days of poor spring. Cover the thin cold and apply soft barriers, and hold a thin shadow to rely on Fang Yin. I couldn't accidentally smell the incense dust. The riverside is shallow and resentful. Cover with a double ring and draw leisurely between raindrops. Without words, the darkness will burst into tears. Decline, fragrance sells dreams. Thinking about the past by leaning on the screen is nothing, just a lovesickness. Remember that time, the court was full of weeping willows, Hua Hudie. Magnolia makes it impossible to imitate the past. If life is just like the first sight, why is it sad to 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. Hua Tangchun has a pair of people from generation to generation in his life, fighting for two selflessness. 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. I am afraid that the fragrance will be full, deeper, blurred, intoxicated, accompanied by residual lights. The crescent moon is still in the cloister, and the sound of bamboo is uncertain It's a long night to ask about Wen Chun. People are more lonely than flowers, and the loss of red mites should be difficult to control. Dream and whisper. This situation will be very exciting. Add half of Nai-blown wine with lingering fragrance. It's easy to say goodbye to Jiang Lang's thinness, but it's more important to be warm and cold. Memories, vertical and horizontal tea bowls. Dropping red wax tears in the west window, then the intestines, as early as now. As a pillow corner, I am lonely. The river is blasphemous, the wind is tight, the geese fly high, and the trees are endless. Chutian soul dreams disappear, and the green hills are relative. A wisp of intermittent cool clouds came, and a few wisps of spiritual rain fell. It's cold and red tonight. Where does Yuanyang live? Nanlouling (Nine Heavenly Trees Beyond the Great Wall) has ancient trees and a thick temple. It's double ninth festival, so where can you worry? I remember the melancholy thing that year. When it was stormy, I went down to the south building. How many dreams can you have? Sweet souls will cry. It's strange that cicadas are cold and empty. When I was in first frost, I couldn't sleep, but I wanted to come up with an old romance. Palace full of flowers looking forward to the end of the world, Fang Xun unique, is it because the whole Hugh? Dim Leng Yue is slightly yellow and feels thinner than Leng Yue. Musk cigarette pin, smoke embers out. How much resentment is imminent. Lotus seeds should be kept bright and not ground in the dark. The peak value of total pressure of wet cloud in Jiangchengzi (Yongshi) is low. The shadow is sad and suspicious. It's not fog or smoke. The goddess can come whenever she wants. If life is a dream, no one knows it except in the dream. The red window is light in the moon and early in the morning. It's just the general scenery and two moods. I still remember, in the shadow of peach blossom, I vowed to live. Black silk paper is charming and red, just like the stars in spring. Take a break from the lonely secret agreement and learn from the deep alliance. After a few words, there was a faint perfume and a wet screen. The curtain rolled down like snow, blackening the moon. Who is in the little red pavilion? When the jade hairpin knocks on the bamboo, the wind shadow is slightly clear. Turn into a colorful cloud, there. Not separated by the edge of the pillow. It's cold and heartbreaking this year. In spring, begonia is red, muddy as fog. If you don't teach, you will find your own way to Taoyuan. The fragrant path is cold at night, and the moon is where flowers fly. The shadow of a rose is dark and empty. Ren Bishi, light shirt. The early crow flies over the swing. In fact, Nalan's most classic works are "Life is just like the first sight" and "Two people in a generation, fighting for two ecstasy. Acacia does not face each other, who is spring? "These words.

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