In the second sentence, the evening breeze should not cool the night, and the setting sun should not go home in disorder. The distant mountains are close to the water, the stars and the moon are sparse and the rivers are dotted, there is no flying shepherd's song, no gurgling sound of running water, the smoke from the kitchen leaves, and endless shadows, oh, boundless xiaoxiang water, boundless xiaoxiang tears.
the third sentence, the seasonal wind, has cooled the last attachment. The picture I carved with my heart is quietly winding, and I look at you through the lines of poetry. You have traveled far and wide, and your figure is becoming more and more blurred. At the end of summer, love has gone far away, and at the beginning of autumn, there is endless sorrow. Leaning against the porch window, looking at the lonely geese, listening, tears wet the spring shirt, sighing, the world of mortals is shallow ... The crushed red beans are scattered, scattered ...
The fourth sentence is spring and autumn, with ten colors and one feeling. Thick ink and shallow water dilute the heart dust. The years are gone. Who does he know? Worrying about rain and xiaoxiang is another season of misty rain. Clouds and waters clear Yao, reflecting the fleeting time. When will life end when we gather and disperse joys and sorrows? Close to the dust, I wish to turn butterflies into the sky and protect the fragrance between my sleeves. Devotional worship, heaven and earth witness the miracle of my life, a drop of faded blood, a broken heart and a dusty story, how to continue, what should I use to continue to write sadness. Think of the sad years, the moon is white, and the piano is fondled before the flowers. Tomorrow is far away, and nature is endless. Who can give it to me, a rainy night in Xiaoxiang?
The fifth sentence, Xiaoxiang, your name has haunted me for thousands of times, and I can't give it up and throw it away. I gently closed my palm, put it in my palm, crushed it, and read it in my heart, becoming a blue word forever in my life. Like vermilion on your chest, so deep and round. I never thought that this fateful writing would penetrate the back of the paper so hard that it penetrated my life. In the end, I can't get out of this city.
The sixth sentence is a misty rain, wet and hazy, covered with mossy slate, only hiding under the eaves, swaying the oars, making a clear wave, Xiaoxiang woman! What is it? The twilight has affected your posture. What is it? Why do you always appear on the banks of a broken bridge, the Milky Way and the Sha Ting? I can't leave my sorrow, and I can't stop looking back. Flowers fall in front of the court, the setting sun is lonely, and at the ripples, paddles cross, starting a beach of gulls.
the seventh sentence is weeping and weeping, lying in the gentle depths of the rain, smelling the faint fragrance deeply. Thick long hair covered my eyes, and in the distance, everything foreshadowed me. Xiaoxiang tears, drizzle, crushed the sunshine in my eyes. The heart is cold, the green grass is like a cloud, and the running water crosses my thoughts and washes the traces you left behind.
the eighth sentence is the bright moon in the sky, drinking a glass alone without a string. Tears in love and drunkenness! Who can solve the resentment in Xiaoxiang's ci? Good fortune is passed down from mouth to mouth! Who in the world sees a flying swallow! Drunk and heartbroken! No one sees it in the teardrop cup! Wine and tears are heartbroken! Lingyun aspires to embrace the heart! Love your children for a long time, and look back with shame! The wine is full of months with no heart, and the heart is broken when sleeping!
sentence 9 you will live in my memory all my life, but I won't keep it forever. Who let me meet you? In this silent age, it is better to see each other than to know each other. After many years, this memory will disappear with time. This fallen leaf is only for picking up the xiaoxiang in that feeling at the moment of sighing.
the 1th sentence is lonely and desolate in the middle of the night, wandering in Xiaoxiang in the past. In that lonely heart, I am eager to relive it, relive the time full of love, and have a dream-like hope. She has the same fragrance as a flower, the same brightness as a flower, and the same yearning as a flower. Sad in the cruel wind and sand, sad and hesitant, wandering in the cruel time. Lonely and desolate, like me, like me, eager to relive the love of Xiaoxiang.
sentence 11: the wind, the meal, the dew, the drink, the xiaoxiang, the pity for the leaves and the sorrow for the flowers. The drizzle slightly erodes the bones, and the gentle wind is also heartbroken. Tears have been exhausted all my life, but it is not worth the kindness in half my life. What's wrong with feeling and not feeling after the fragrant soul collapses and wobbles?
sentence 12 sniff the wine before the court. The shade of the rain hangs down, the eyes are leaning against the northwest, and the dead leaves are piled up on the wall. Light sleeves are cold, wrinkled eyebrows, and new words are added. Dream back to the romantic, dark smoke, shaking like ripples. Xiaoxiang Jizhong's daughter, Angela, with her eyebrows made of pink, is good at writing and dancing, and she is beautiful and shy, quiet and comfortable. Strangers in the south of the Yangtze River meet in brushwork and painting. Talking about words is simple and quiet, but at first sight, it is the same, and it is intimate. When I heard about you, I was always worried about the ink-broken notes, and I was heartbroken, and the readers were sad and sad. You are traveling alone now, how can you cross in a foreign land? Spring and autumn are easy, it's still a severe month, and I look forward to it at dusk!
13th sentence You buried me in the waiting with an affectionate and unintentional stroke. Through the gloomy light of the years, I hope to break the memories, and finally, I can't stay for years. The picture has always been fixed in the season with you, faded and changed, and it is still so clear. I hold a handful of tenderness, but I get a bitter cold. A cold moon, endless sobs, a piece of plain paper, endless sadness and sorrow. Counting every day with you, the feelings are like smoke, leaving a touch of false feelings, condensation, a dream, pain, and people are empty.
the 14th sentence reaches out, covers your face, becomes infatuated with laughter, and falls in love with others. Sitting on the top of the lotus, holding the pen of life, dipping a drop of green lotus tears, depicting the outline of my life. I disappeared in the painting, and the faint ink smudged your cheeks, which derived the sadness between my fingers. Abandoning the pen and forgetting each other, the clouds are light and the wind is light. I am facing the world of mortals and lament that there is nowhere to find Xiaoxiang rainy season.
the 15th sentence is willing to be repatriated at that time. See you again, Chen said. Morning and evening, with the text of the complaint, a flood of ripples. It's raining and storming. Tenderness is endless. A sentimental complaint, red lettering, presented to Iraq by the Internet. Xiangyun overflows and becomes fascinating. Beautiful and charming. When I first became a cardamom, my face was like water, but I don't know if I was in another hospital. Ripples like a little plain and sad. Looking at the northwest and sighing homesickness. Far away from home, the sky is boundless, and only the shadows are sad. Go back to the east without a ripple. Go to the DPRK and help the lovesickness. Ruthless east water, affection in two places, why teach people back.
The 16th sentence, Xiaoxiang, may be a typical example of being soft. Xiaoxiang people are delicate, but they can eat spicy food best; Xiaoxiang concubine Daiyu is weak and sentimental, but she is the most beautiful water girl; And this rain makes the whole Xiaoxiang peaceful and serene in its arms. I used the center and absorbed enough ink to draw a strong thin bamboo, but I couldn't get rid of the drizzle, and what I drew was a Xiaoxiang rain bamboo.
17th sentence Walking on the bridge, soft light, soft rain, even dead trees are soft. What a drizzly rain. Late at night, the lights are dim and quiet, only a layer of vague fog on the window, which is the rainy night in Xiaoxiang.
the 18th sentence is a song about burying flowers. Savages pity, dreaming of xiaoxiang, worrying about the world of mortals, rough road, short life, red face injury and Daiyu pain. At present, my life is like yours. It's hard to meet each other, so don't miss it. I miss you, and I cry bitterly. Xiaoxiang bitter. No life, no dreams, no feelings, no feelings, no feelings, no feelings. . .
Sentence 19: The sunlight gathered away her last touch, and the blue sky revealed a few stars. The new mound in the ravine sighed with fresh soil, and sang the plaintive melody of the flute, telling the story of the river that flowed through the years ... At that time, when the rain continued, the moist loess left deep footsteps in the ravine. The wandering figure is so haggard and thin ...... Alas, the purple Xiaoxiang flute still exudes the richness of youth. Although she has traveled far away, the red silk tapestry hanging at the end of the flute retains all the secrets of fate. Perhaps this is the eternal agreement left to him ...
The 2th sentence is that the breeze blows, how many green hairs are swaying in the air, and the rain is still falling, and my mind is still in a state of mind. (Please read the next page)
The 21st sentence is clear and clear, reflecting the fleeting time. When will life end when we gather and disperse joys and sorrows? Close to the dust, I wish to turn butterflies into the sky and protect the fragrance between my sleeves. Devotional worship, heaven and earth witness the miracle of my life, a drop of faded blood, a broken heart and a dusty story, how to continue, what should I use to continue to write sadness. Think of the sad years, the moon is white, and the piano is fondled before the flowers. Tomorrow is far away, and nature is endless. Who can give it to me, a rainy night in Xiaoxiang?
sentence 22 it was a sunny day, and suddenly it began to rain. People come and go on the bridge, all kinds of umbrellas pass by in a hurry, and people under the umbrellas walk in the rain with all kinds of feelings. Rain in Xiaoxiang, winter, you come as promised. Looking at the umbrella under the rain and fog, the beautiful and light umbrella is Xiaoxiang girl. Fair skin, slim waist and exquisite dress are just a narcissus. The plaid umbrella is gloomy and classic. Under the umbrella, there is a guy with glasses and neat energy, which is also a unique literary quality of Xiaoxiang.
sentence 23: When the Sansheng stone falls to the south of the Yangtze River with the misty rain, the fairy grass is willing to be reincarnated. The autumn grass in Xiaoxiang is badly frosted, and the autumn flowers are miserable. In those years when the red window is not open, the tears come back all my life. When the annual rings are withered, the Haitang is silent and wet, and the idle pavilion is empty and leaning against the fence. How can the west wind outside the peach blossom curtain be soft? The rouge is haggard and sighs gently, the flowers are blooming all over the sky, and the flowers are buried with hoes. Last night, the west wind and rain were shy, but how can it be easy to worry at dusk? The splendid Yuanyang Spring provoked lovesickness and thinness, and the half curtain was full of dreams and flowers, and people were also worried. When they first fell asleep, they listened to the peach blossom tears, sang the beautiful and unlucky princess, and drunk the butterfly to find the past life. Whoever returned to the same place only waited for Yi Hongyu to be like water, and then lamented that the marriage was too tactful, either too early or too late, and it seemed that the old love was stranded on the shore of Xiaoxiang.
sentence 24 flowers bloom in the rainy season and their hearts are broken. where is the woman named xiaoxiang? Counting your departure, waiting for the desolation, letting the deep and shallow fragrance flow, floating and dyeing the fleeting time like water. A bay is green, with sad tears hanging, lingering in the dream of falling flowers like powder.