The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
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In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
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The autumn wind last night seemed to come from my hometown thousands of miles away. The moon climbed into the sleeping tent, and the air conditioner penetrated the man's sleeve. There are guests who worry but don't sleep, and there are years old.
The days when strangers go home are gone. Waking up in a dream is sad, and waking up is a tearful acacia. The belt is getting wider and wider, and the new book has aggravated my haggard.
Butterfly Lovers Leaning against Dangerous Buildings and Calm the Wind —— Song Liu Yong
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
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Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
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I lost my pride, Yang Jun lost her willow, and the willow was light and straight. Asked what WU GANG had, WU GANG held out osmanthus wine.
Lonely Chang 'e has wide sleeves, and Wan Li dances for the loyal soul. Suddenly came the news that the world had been dormant, and tears flew down and poured down.
Hua Lian wakes up drunk in the West Building-Song Yan Dao Ji
Don't wake up when you are drunk. Spring dreams and autumn clouds are easy to gather and disperse. I don't sleep much at the half-moon window. What is displayed on the screen is Wu.
Wine stains on clothes and words in poems. It's always sad to do small things. There is no good way to mourn for yourself. Crying for others on a cold night.