Red paper blowing through the hedge of the west window, broken ink to tell all branded love. I'm not going to be able to do that. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at this. I'm not going to be able to get through the Zen, and I'm going to be able to get through the tears. A song to stare at the eyebrow, sadness broken. The way is: the wind and splendor of the spirit of the Taiwan Yuk Cangtai dew cold, sycamore weeping tears, geese flying south, red paper blowing through the West Window hedge, broken ink to tell all the branded love. The dream is broken with the incense, where can I send my soul? The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night. The chrysanthemums open up in the fall, and the dust clears from their faces, and their tender intestines are knotted with golden stamens. The rain is hitting the banana, and it looks like a peach blossom, red and fresh. The wind shifts the autumn garden incense countless, charming eyes often give birth to the mood, Cuihua secretly teach the jade people hide, still the year the bright moon shine flowers yellow. A curtain of flowers and shadows, across the shore of several branches of joy, love, meaning, day to day jade fragrance. The old words are like traces, sealing the pen to break the obsession, what can be done! The rest of the dream is still fragrant, see the bright moon like a shear, how many feelings between the newly added eyebrows? To the window to illuminate the heart of the eyebrow, the heart of the eyebrow as limpid water, to the mirror to take care of the cloud temples, hairpin secretly cool! Dream deep fear of flowers sleep away, frost cold old soul stop, drunken red between. Jiangnan, again Jiangnan, smoke misty as a garment, swallows in pairs, willow sleepy flower lethargy, a night of the east wind loss, a broken shadow on the ground according to who hurt? The Qiong Yao with frost hidden, the jade tree flowing incense curls, heard a flute outside the sky, unknown how many dreams on earth broken at this time! Stroking the strings of the zither, the small window is swaying with broken shadows, can the bright moon be missed for thousands of miles? I've been sick for a long time, but I can't remember how many times I've called Duyu Spring. The house is full of red pills, and a piece of vermilion paper has two cool sleeves. The reddish color of her face is only better than the peach blossom, and the fan at the bottom of the folded bottom wakes up the remnants of her dream. It's hard to get back in the game, but I'm not sure if I'll be able to do it again. The former love is not yet over, new sorrows are added, want to smile but also knit, who breaks the intestines? The dream remains the same, people are still far away, the heart of autumn like a mirror jade dust. I've broken my dream, and I'm going to spend the rest of my life here. Life is for love, death is for love, love is for life, love is for death, who is hidden with the lonely and proud world? The same flowers bloom for the bottom of the obsession? Sigh only sigh, once the spring is over, the flowers are gone, the red face is tired for whom? Pitifully, the peach and willow are green, and the bird and warbler are singing and dancing. How long will it be bright and colorful? But it's just a dream of spring and fall, how easy it is to get together and get separated? Lament that seven-petaled plum red, snow in the eyebrow, jade bone ice muscle, fragrance through the cold. Who knows how to pity the slender and sparse shadow? I just failed to live up to the fragrance of this house full of medicine. What is the cold and warm fragrance? I don't know how to recognize the flavor of love! I am alone in the cold night with a lonely lamp, not understanding the pain of the new arrival. The peony, the peony, the begonia and the cinnamon are all in full bloom. Who's home is the place where you can enjoy the beauty of a good time? Spring, autumn and sadness come and go every year, blossoms and flowers bloom and die every year, and the lack of a full moon has been a dilemma since the beginning of time. When did you fail to get the message from Yan'er? When did you mess up a pool of broken shadows? How can you not think about the moon? Soulful, half-covered clearing Hua Zhuo who is crazy? Night, as shallow as water, the moon is full of eyebrows, eyebrows like willow, willow with the wind, Acacia species. The wind borrowed the moon, gazing across the mountains, tears deep seed. Half-cut clouds are spreading on the eyebrows, and the shadow of the beautiful woman in the banana is beautiful. Since the beginning of time, there have been many partings, why should we sigh at the moon's surplus and deficit? The sky is full of flotsam and jetsam, and it falls into the clear sky, and the wind sends the rain to hurry me. Where can I find my sorrows? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and then you'll be able to get your hands on a new one. How can I continue my dream? If you want to send it, you can't; if you want to continue the dream, you can't; you have the rest of the year to cut the light. The colorful pen is newly inscribed with long and short sentences, and the plain paper is filled with ink to write spring and autumn. The more true the love, the more real the dream; the more hurt the love, the more painful the dream. Cold and frosty wind, green cover and pale platform, wind and rain, where is the autumn window? I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that! I don't realize that the new sorrows add to my eyebrows, I don't know that my face has changed, I only know that the begonias are dripping tears and knocking on the sound of autumn. Who has a jasper cock? Where is the plum blossom flute? Tears play brocade, beads rolled pipa, purple swallows murmur. In my dream, I feel the green willow blowing in the wind and the peaches and plums flying. I'm not sure why! The date of my return is not yet set, and the water of Chu and the mountains of Hunan are far away in my dreams. On the stone of the Three Lives, under the green ridge of the peak, I renewed my immortal destiny. In a flash of bitter rain, in a flash of misery, in a flash of emptiness, everything is empty. I have been in the mortal world for more than a thousand years. The world of red dust and prosperity, the chaotic world is all smoke and clouds, bitter crossing, bitter crossing, where does the soul want to drift to? The rest of the dream is not over, few fall autumn flowers, such as jade crystal. Sorrowful wind is fine, melancholy rain is cold, tears can't finish knocking the ugly alley, how can't we stop the long night Xiao Xiao, the snow is hanging on the temples, the sycamore tree leakage is broken? I have three songs in the window in the fall, and my soul is tied to the seven plum blossoms in the alley. Rouge is brightly colored, and gold stamens are full of color. The frost contains jade dew, the dream pillow autumn wind. The door is covered with dusk, the begonias are lightly clasped, and the moon and flowers shadow the cold night. Sickness starts from the heart, and sorrow adds to the decay of the temples. The dream of the red dust is floating in the sky, and the dust is new. The two sleeves of the breeze dance in the clouds, three thousand sorrows and illnesses thrown to the nine heavens. In my past life, I was a sentimentalist, and in this life, I will wipe away my tears. The heart of the red flaw, firm as jade, as precious as treasure. What is precious and what is firm? I realized the Zen, and I swallowed my tears. A song of condensed eyebrows, sadness broken.