[I went out at sunset and deliberated over and over how to dress. I dressed myself colorfully, and the fragrance of my body wafted out over a long distance. Carrying a fragrance and dressing up colorfully, I walked quietly along the way not daring others to see me, and finally met my lover].
I have not combed my hair in the past; my silk hair is on both shoulders. The first time I saw him was when I was on his knee.
Since I left my lover, I have not been able to open my trousseau. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said.
They are the first to have a chance to meet with each other, and they are the first to have a chance to meet with each other. I'm not sure if I'll be able to get through to you, but I'm sure I'll be able to get through to you.
[I never used to wear my hair up, it was long and draped over my shoulders and into my lover's lap, and at that time I was very beautiful and lovely. Since parting with my lover, my combing box is not open, my hair is disheveled and I do not dare to take care of it, and the perfumed powder falls down and scatters on my old clothes. I could not meet with my lover, so sadly missed him ah, finally got news of him thousands of miles away, like the whispers of Yulin and Shi Que, we two the same missing each other and sad].
Seeing my mother's joyful face and charm, I wish to tie the golden orchid. I have no warp or weft to weave, and it is difficult for me to find a match.
When I first wanted to know my husband, my two hearts were as one. I'm not sure if I'll ever be able to get a match, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a match.
[I was so happy to see my lover that my face became beautiful and I wanted to marry him. It is as if, when we first met, both our hearts longed for each other in the same way. It is as if a loom could not make cloth without horizontal and vertical threads. Put the threads into the loom, and where is the fear of not being able to weave cloth?"]
The former silk breaks the tangle, intending to make friendship. The spring silkworms are easily converted, and the silk has been revived.
When will we meet again? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get it right, but I'm sure I'll be able to get it right.
[Before I saw my lover, I thought about him and wanted to marry him, but after I saw him, I thought that like the silkworms in spring, I was easily touched by love, and my love for him was born again. Tonight I parted from my lover, when will I meet him? That day is like a bright light shining on an empty chessboard, and the end is still far away].
Since I parted from my son, when have I not been in contempt. The Phellodendron Bark has become a forest, but I can't help feeling bitter.
The hibiscus was planted in the high mountains, and I passed through the Phellodendron Bark dock again. When I got a lotus flower, I was displaced from my home and had a hard time.
[Since I parted from my lover, I have been sighing every day. It seems that the Phellodendron Bark (a deciduous tree) grows into a forest, and my bitter thoughts are just as cascading and repetitive. I thought about him every day on the mountain, and finally met him, in which the displacement of hard work how difficult ah]
The morning thought out of the front door, the evening thought to return to the back of the islet. I am not sure who I am talking to, but I am remembering you in my belly.
When I was lying in the north window, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it work.
It's a good thing that you can't eat anything at all, because you're in a hurry. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to make it work.
[I think of him going out the front door in the morning and coming back through the back at night. I have so many words to say to him, and I want to smile at him, but he is not there, and I can only think of him quietly. I lay back against the pillows by the north window, I was very glad when he came, I was anxious to see him, I wondered how long he and I would be together? When I thought of this, I stopped my chopsticks and couldn't eat. I play chess every day to kill my lovesickness].
Lang for the evening people take, negative Nong not a thing. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get through this.
It is time to be young, but I will be old when I stumble. If you don't believe my words, you can just look at the grass under the frost.
[However, he married someone close to him, and he let me down. I open the door unlocked, and you have no intention of visiting me. Ai, while you are young, you should marry your lover in time, or you will be old if you wait and wait. If you don't believe me, take a look at the frosted weeds].
The green range of the title of the brocade, the double skirt is now open again. I've already been given a belt to wear, so I'm not sure who's going to be able to unravel it.
These are the things that I have always thought about, and the things that I have always thought about, and the things that I have always thought about, and the things that I have always thought about. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at this," he said.
[I am wearing a brocade dress and two skirts, I don't know who will undo the belt on my waist I always worry that he has a second thought, and now he has really moved away from me. That dry fish always live in muddy water, with no connection to clear water].
These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world with a heart of gold, and the first time I've ever seen a woman with a heart of gold. I don't see any trees that are connected to each other, but the roots are the same.
The first time I felt happy, I sighed, and then I fell. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
[I am sad when he is sad, and I rejoice when he is happy. I love him so much, but our feelings are like the tree that connects the trees, gave birth to another root. I lament that he was attentive at first, and then cold, and that the many jewels he gave to others].
Snot flowed after parting, and the love of love was full of sorrow. I am not sure if I can do this, but I am sure that I can do it, and I am sure that I can do it.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world, and I've never seen a woman in the world. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to see it. I'm not sure when I'm going to be able to get back to it.
[After parting with him, I washed my face with tears all day long, thinking of him very sad. I missed him so much that my heart was broken. I waited for him to return, but I was always disappointed. Look at the water flowing east oh when will it slip back to the west].
Who can think without singing, who can hunger without eating. The day meditation when the household leaning, melancholy bottom not billion.
[Who can think without singing in his heart, and who does not eat when he is hungry? The sun is thinning when I lean on the door, and my heart is despondent].
Range the skirt without knotting the belt, about eyebrow out of the front window. The dresses are easy to fly, and the small openings scold the spring breeze.
It's a good idea to raise a glass of wine, but the glass is still empty. I'd like to be able to see the same color in my heart as I do in a glass of wine.
[In the morning, I put on my dress but did not tie it properly, and I went to the window after hastily tracing my eyebrows. Clothes fluttered in the wind, just opened the window a little, and then I was blown by that spring wind and complained in my heart. I picked up the wine glass and wanted to drink, but the glass was already empty. I wished I could meet him to drink to him, and thinking so in my heart I showed it on my face].
The night is full of thoughts and sighs. I am not sure if I know what I am talking about, but I do not know what I am talking about.
It's not time for me to be a part of this. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The night is long and I can't sleep, so I turn around and listen to the drums. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at you, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at you," he said.
[At night, my heart is full of thoughts, sighing and crying sadly. I was so happy to see him, but he didn't know what I was thinking. The more time passes, the more distant he becomes from me. Our feelings are like floating weeds, the spring breeze will go far away. I couldn't sleep through the long night, I tossed and turned and listened to the drums. Unexpectedly meeting him, my heart is even more miserable].
Where does joy come from? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it. What is better than a pine or a cypress, if you don't answer your three calls?
It's a pity that I'm not in love with him, and I'm not sorry that I've fallen down. The curtains are heavy, and the placeholder is a placeholder, so who knows how thick or thin it is?
[Where did he come from, my love? A look of apprehension was on his face. Calling him many times he does not answer; what is it that makes you give him such silence? I think of adoration, my heart is not satisfied, I want to spit out my whole heart, but I don't know what to do, I take a thick curtain to cover myself, who knows my mind].
Qi clear and bright moon, night with the gentleman *** play. I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work for you, but I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make it work for you.
The wind is blowing and the sun is setting. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on this.
[On that day, when the weather was clear and the moon was bright, I played with him in the night, and he sang beautiful songs and I spoke fragrant words. The swift wind blew the weeds, and the sun grew bright, and you were so gentle, and I had a spring in my face].
The night is long and I cannot sleep, and the moon is burning. I want to hear the sound of the call, but it's a promise in the air.
Everyone is in the same field, but I am the only one who is not in the right place. The wind is blowing the winter curtains, so I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to make it.
[I couldn't sleep through the long night, and I looked up and saw how bright the moon was. I seem to hear vague voices calling me, I responded softly others are preparing for the gift of matrimony, only I am not happy in my heart, the wind blew up the thick winter curtains, do you still remember, when you made a promise to me, it was also a cold night like this]?
I think of the happy ones, Zi Xing by Yu love. The fog and dew hide the hibiscus, see the lotus not distinguishable.
Non as the North Star, a thousand years without transfer. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it," he said.
[I miss you in a real and clear way, but you hesitate. Your feelings are like a hibiscus flower in a fog. My feelings are like the North Star, unchanged for millions of years. Your heart is like the sun in the daytime, in the morning that is still in the east, and in the evening it is in the west].
Pity and good feelings, moved to make the countryside. The tung tree was born in front of the door, in and out of the sycamore.
Sending letters to Huan did not come, and from there he did not come out. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get a good deal on this.
[I missed you and moved to your neighborhood to be your neighbor. The sycamore tree grows at the front door, and you can see the sycamore tree seeds when you go back and forth. I sent letters to you and you did not come, since then I am not going out. Where can that hibiscus made of gold and copper bear lotus seeds?"]
The first time is not uncloseted, and the subsequent days are not as good. I have been able to get rid of the pectus, and I realize that I am not as thin as I would like to be.
Sleeping and eating are not forgotten, sitting together and rising again. I'm not sure if I'll be able to do that, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it," he said.
[At first, we were close, but afterward, we were not as close as we should have been. I pined day after day and gradually became disheartened. I could not forget you at all times, whether I ate or slept or sat or walked. But that beautiful hibiscus and lotus root, that one too does not go well with the lotus seed (me)].
Boosting love is like wanting to enter, but shyness is not willing to go forward. The mouth of the Zhuzhu sent out a colorful song, and the fingers of the jade played the delicate strings.
The sun shines in the morning, and the light winds move the dandy. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on the way to the next level.
[With love, I want to go in, but with shyness, I refuse to step in. The red lips sang a colorful song, and the crystal fingers played a wonderful music. The morning's too hot shine on the window, the breeze blowing white silk. Beauty smiles coquettishly, lovers' hearts are in the right place, beauty laughs cheerfully, ebony eyebrows fly].
Twenty Spring Songs The spring breeze moves the spring heart, and the streaming eyes look at the mountains and forests. The mountains and forests are full of wonders, and the birds spit out clear sounds. The green catkin brings a long way, and the red pepper is heavy on the purple stem. Stream blowing out of the countryside, *** happy to play spring Ying. The light and wind flow at the beginning of the month, the new forest brocade flower Shu. Lover play spring moon, fair trailing Luo train. The beautiful face of myrtle, the scenery is more charming. The warm wind enters the southern lattice, and the weaving woman is in love with spring. The blue building is in the early moonlight, and the silk is draped in a new wind. I have not yet sung a song about spring, but I have been drinking osmanthus wine to make my face clear. The azalea is singing in the bamboo, and plum blossoms are falling all over the road. The swallows' maidens swim in the spring moonlight, and their robes traverse the fragrant grass. Vermilion light shines in the green garden, and the danhua charms the star. I can't imagine how I could embroider in a boudoir without harboring springtime feelings. Fresh clouds flattered the vermilion scenery, and the fragrant wind scattered the forest flowers. The beautiful woman walks in the spring garden, the embroidered belt flies in a flurry of flowers. The red sleeves of her dress and the bright moon danno on her jade hairpin. The spring is a time to walk in the spring dew, and to look for a man of the same heart. The flowers of the spring forests are very charming, and the birds of spring are very sad. The spring winds are so affectionate that they blow my dress open. The new swallows are making their first tunes, and the cuckoos are singing in the morning. The painting of the eyebrow forgets the mouth, and the walking scatters the spring love. The plum blossoms have already fallen, and the willow blossoms are scattered with the wind. I am in the spring, but no one wants to call me. In the past, the geese gathered in the islet, but now the swallows are still nesting in the beam. I dare not say that the years are long, but make the spring sun. The flowers in the spring garden are yellow, and the water in the sun pond is clear. The first cup of wine is full, and the strings are always tuned. The graceful dancing of the sleeves and the lightness of Ana's body. The light of the orchid is burning, and the spring wind is blowing. Ana Yaozi danced and sang a new song. The emerald clothes of Hualuo, back to the love of a glimpse of the past. The bright moon shines in Guilin, and the first flowers have a beautiful color. Who can not think of each other, alone in the machine weaving. The ruggedness and the competition of the time, no longer worry about themselves. The spring breeze is revitalizing the forest, and I am always afraid that the flowers will fall away. When I think of the spring flowers and moon, I smile on the road. When I meet you, I often want to nitpick, but I pity you for holding it wrongly. Since the time of parting, the sound of sighing has been unceasing. Phellodendron Bark was born in the spring, and the bitter heart grows with the sun. Twenty Songs of Summer The high hall is not a wall, but invites the wind from all sides. The winds from all sides are inviting. The dresses are opening up, and you are smiling. I have been on a fine woven grass mat for years, and I have not put up a screen. I'm waiting for you to make me look good. The beginning of spring is not happy, fall and winter is even more miserable. *** play hot summer months, but also feel the two love harmony. The spring parting is still spring love, summer is still love more long. Who will lower the tent for, when will the two pillows be available? The fan is folded and put on the bed, and I want to think of the wind coming from afar. The light sleeves brush the makeup, and the slender girl ascends to the high platform. The peaches have been eaten in the middle of the meal, and the man has given me a fan of happiness. I feel the same way, I want to see you in the orchid room. The silkworms have finished their work, but I miss my wife's suffering. In the summer, I made up linen clothes and sent them to the pedestrians. In the morning, I climbed onto the cool platform, and in the evening, I stayed in the orchid pond. I picked hibiscus in the moonlight and got lotus seeds every night. In the summer heat, there is no wind, and the summer clouds rise at dusk. Hand in hand under the dense leaves, floating melons and sinking plums. In the mid-summer month, I whistled at the edge of the lake. The hibiscus was beginning to bear leaves, and the flower was not yet a lotus. I saw Dai Qing Banner, and the three springs were already pouring in. The forest magpies have changed their tune, and the summer cicadas are singing in the forest. The peaches are beginning to turn red in the spring, and I am afraid that you may scratch the color. The summer flowers have fallen, who will look for them again? In the past, we parted with the spring breeze, but now we are back with the summer clouds. The road is far, the sun and the moon are short, it's not me who is drowning. The green lotus covers the clear water, and the hibiscus is red and fresh. I want to pick me when I see you, and I want to harbor the lotus in my heart. The hibiscus pond is surrounded by a vermilion hall with no walls. A bed of precious woven grass and jade is woven into a bed of love. The moon is in full bloom, and no one holds a fan. The fair lady of Yao Tai plays in the cool hall. In spring, the mulberry leaves are finished, and in summer, the silkworms are finished. The day and night are bound by the machine, and I know that I want to become a match as soon as possible. I know that the three summers have been hard, but today it is very hard. Scented towel whisked jade mat, *** Lang climbed the stairs to bed. Light clothing is not heavy color, so the wind is not cold. When will the three volts be over, so that you can make up for it? The summer is not a festival, a hundred worries are intertwined. The boat is on the Hibiscus Lake, and the lotus seeds are in my thoughts. Eighteen Autumn Songs The wind is clear and the moon is high in the sky. The moon is bright and the sky is high. A beautiful woman is dressed in cold clothes, and ten thousand knots of anvils and pestles are used. The dew is as clear as jade, and the cool wind is blowing at night. The lovers do not return to their beds, but swim in the bright moonlight. The geese go south and the swallows fly north. It is hard for a traveler to think about it, but I would like to return with the autumn wind. Open the window to the moonlight, extinguish the candles and untie your clothes. In the curtains of laughter, the fragrance of orchids and cymbidiums is on my body. I remember the beginning of the three suns, but now it's already the end of the nine autumns. Chasing after Tai Shi Le, I don't realize that it's the year of Hua. The moon is shining brightly in the early fall evening. The moon is shining brightly in the fall. I hold my wrist and play the same game. The cool winds of the fall night rise, the sky is high and the stars and moon are bright. The orchid room is decorated with makeup, and the beautiful tents are waiting for the two lovers. In the cool autumn, the windows are open and the moon shines down. No one speaks in the middle of the night, but there are two smiles on the roof. The golden wind is fanning the vegetal knots, and the jade dew is condensing into frost. The geese are going to come and go, and the despondent guest's heart is sad. The grass and trees do not always prosper, and they are haggard for the autumn frost. Now we are at the beginning of the Tai Dynasty, and the year is in the ninth spring sun. Since the time of parting, I have not thought of each other for a long time. I am always afraid that the leaves will fall in the fall, and there will be no more time for the lotus strips. I have dug up a pool in Kyushu, and it is in all the mansions. The hibiscus is planted everywhere, and the lotus seed is obtained in a graceful manner. In the first cold August and September, I was wrapped up in my own threads. The cold clothes have not yet been worn, and I have been called by my husband. I love two geese in the fall and two swallows in the spring. The eagles are catching the pheasants, and the pheasants are falling. I look up at the tung tree and see that the flowers are especially pitiful. I wish the sky would be free of frost and snow, and the sycamore would be solved for a thousand years. The white dew is coming in the morning and evening, and the autumn wind is bleak for a long night. I remembered that I had to wear cold clothes, and I took the moon to pound the white pigment. Autumn night is in the window, and the tent is fluttering. I look up at the bright moon and send my love to the light of a thousand miles. I am not sure if I will ever be able to see you again, but I am sure I will be able to see you again. I see the water flowing from the east, and I will not look westward for the rest of my life. Seventeen Winter Songs The abyssal ice is three feet thick, and the snow covers a thousand miles. My heart is like a pine or a cypress, but how can your feelings be the same? No one has traveled to see me, but I have braved the cold to look for you. If you don't believe me, just look at the snow. Cold birds cling to tall trees, and the withered forests cry out in the sad wind. I've pined away for happiness, but I've never had a good face. In the middle of the night, I braved the frost and came to see me. Leaning on the ice in the dark, it's already cold but not bright. Walking in the deserted forest, I feel sad and depressed. I sang the song of "Tai Shi Le," and I was so happy to see the grass and the peanuts. In the past, the grass was green, but today, Edward is full of snow. Who knows how old the love is, and how white the temples are? Cold clouds floating sky condensation, snow glacier wave. Lianshanjieyuyan, Xiutingzhen Qiongke. The charcoal stove is cold at night, and I am sitting on a stacked mattress with a heavy hug. I sat with my husband on the Chinese couch and sang songs with the orchid candle. The winds of the new moon dance with flying snow. The winds of the new moon dance with flying snow. The heavy coverings of a pregnant woman give me three summers' worth of heat. The leaves of the winter forest have fallen, and in the spring they have returned. The sunflower patchouli grows at the bottom of the valley, and the heart is not illuminated. The new wind sprinkled rain, green pond lotus water knot. I would like to be happy with the white wrists, *** get the first snowfall. The frost is white on the grass and trees, and the cold wind rises day and night. The frosty temples are not to be seen. Where can I find my heart? Under the cypress tree in Xiling. The frost is killing me. The snow stops at the shady hill, and the sun shines in the forest. Why do I need silk and bamboo? The landscape has a clear sound. I have never experienced hard work, there is no reason to be so proud of each other. If you want to know the coldness of a thousand miles, look at the ice in the well. If you want to make a golden orchid, just look at the pine forest. The frost does not fall to the ground, the cold is not different from the heart. When I saw the three suns, the cicadas were already singing again. I sigh with joy, my gray hair and green temples are growing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The leaves of the orchid are beginning to fill the ground, and the plum blossoms have already fallen from their branches. I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm sorry to hear that.
Three Songs of Summer The lotus blossoms of the South, the red light and the blue water. The color is the same as the heart is the same, through the different heart is not different. The flowers in the bosom are like embroidery, and the dew on the curtain is like pearls. Want to know what to think, stop weaving again stumbling. When the peach blossoms fall, the yellow birds fly. The horse is tired and the silkworm is hungry. Two Autumn Songs The embroidered belt is tied with a knot of happiness, and the brocade garment is tied with a text. The moon is in the night and the clouds are in the morning with a smile. When I believe that I will be able to hold the beam, I won't listen to the sound of the wind returning to me. The two of them are in a bun on the mirror, and it is clear that there are no two hearts. Winter Song The cold lady's chamber moves the embroidery tent, and the secret banquet is heavily decorated with brocade seats. I am so happy to see you, and I am so happy to see you again. Eight Songs for the Four Seasons of the Night Wang Jinzhu Three Songs for Spring Zhu Ri Guangshui, Huang Hua reflecting white snow. I've been waiting for a beautiful woman, and I'm glad to see you in the moonlight. The fragrance on the steps enters your heart, and the flowers in the garden illuminate your eyes. The heart of spring is so full of love that it can't be limited. The broken string should be renewed. I'm going to play the same song with you. Two Songs of Summer The jade plate is filled with plums, and the golden cup is filled with white wine. I wanted to hold it for myself. I was afraid that I would not be able to enjoy it. The curtains are draped with heat, and the front cover is rolled up for a ride in the shade. The wind blows in the tent of happiness, and moves the piano of lovesickness. Two Autumn Songs: In the room of the orchid, by the side of the pestle of the osmanthus. Vermilion face moistens red powder, fragrant sweat glows with jade color. The purple stems are dripping with jade dew, and the green leaves are dropping golden cherries. Wearing brocade as heavy as words, clothing Luo began to feel light. Winter Song The cold boudoir is surrounded by embroidery tents and brocade garments. I am in love with the moon at night, and I am smiling at the clouds in the morning.