With a cry, the spring in Du Yu is over, and the lonely curtain is empty.

Life is born infatuated with love, and this hatred has nothing to do with romance.

Singing like an old man, but it is still difficult.

At the injury site, the lights in Gaocheng were broken, and it was dusk.

There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three bananas outside the curtain, and the night is long.

Red candle on the back, embroidery hanging down, long dream and you don't know it.

Where do you miss each other? Screen window zuimeng

I don't know when to come under the screen window.

Falling flowers and storms hurt spring more, so it is better to pity the present.

The running water is light, the sky is blue, the road is boundless, and the eyes are broken. Here comes Hongyan, thinking infinitely.

The geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water, so it is difficult to dispel this sadness.

When there is poverty in the corner of the world, there is only endless acacia.

Ruthless, the wild goose plucks its hair and plans to return to the beam.

Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts.

Luo Yi was dyed Qiu Jiang color, and the opposite side was not affectionate. Through the smoke, no one could say that it was like a memory.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Today, cattail flowers are old things of the Ming Dynasty.

I know very well that this kind of love will not have any result, and depression is frivolous.

Bananas do not show lilac festival, but they are worried in the same direction.

After the guests woke up in the middle of the night, they lit red candles to enjoy the residual flowers.

Narcissus is going to carp, and Furong cries all night.

If the human world is contained in the world of dust, why should I go to love or hate?