Hard work is the most regrettable thing about the bright moon.

One evening is like a ring, and the evening is as long as the evening!

But like the full moon,

For your heat, don't hesitate to snow and ice!

Helpless love is easy to die,

The swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook.

After singing autumn grave, I haven't rested.

The bushes in spring recognized the amphibious butterfly.

Bodhisattva is beautiful

A few rustling leaves are windy and rainy, and it is more bitter to be separated from others. Counting the autumn, the toad puts out the early strings.

Night cold shock, tears falling snuff. Sorrow is everywhere, and the jade piano is light dust.

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The flower slave drum didn't stop, but after waking up, she saw the red dance. I couldn't bear to reply and cried a few lines in the breeze.

Don't look at the powder fragrance, only the moon fragrance is left. The moon at that time was also different, sad and clear.

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Spring clouds blow away the rain from the curtain of Hunan, and sticky butterflies fly to life. People are in Yulou, and the wind is everywhere.

A handful of willow tobacco, a colorful cage and a tile. If you don't work closer, the sunset will be infinite.

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It didn't stop raining until after the flowers, and there was no language between the fingers. Liang Yan came back from double, long pulse.

Xiao Ping has far mountains and light makeup. Independent Yao stage, cold-proof gold shoes.

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The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are fragrant and foggy. I have nothing to ask about clothes, and the moon has gone west.

The west wind is blowing in the weft, so you are not allowed to sleep. Just last autumn, how to cry.

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The north wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and the soul still loves the peach blossom moon. Don't wake up when you have a good dream, so that he can benefit.

Listen to the corners for no reason, and the red ice on the pillow is thin. Marseille hissed and the remnant stars waved the flag.

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Stay in spring and live for the haggard spring, and half an hour will run back to the rain. Cherry is sold in the deep alley, and the sound of rain is more charming.

At dusk, tears flow clear and flowers fall. With the sound of warblers, the east wind is in March.

(The second sentence in Xiaque's handwriting is "forbearance". )

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Ask why you are suicidal, and how many months can you get together a year? Willow looks like silk at first glance, so the garden is in late spring.

Spring can't come back, and two oars separate the pine flowers. The past was driven away by the cold wave, and the crying and resentment did not disappear.

Yun Song's orders about temples.

The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Make an appointment to meet and whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossom shovel, and the east wind is thin all night.

Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves. Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.

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On Yun Song's sideburns, a piece of red jade-like stone. At the beginning of the month, I was affectionate and sent pear blossoms. Half-paid women are careless, dizzy in the light tide, and only love the breeze to wake up.

Lu Huaqing is very quiet. Afraid of being spied by lang, he moved the mirror of qingluan. The stockings are unstable, and the small fans are single-clothed, which can resist the cold in front of the stars.

Baiziling Suhaner village

Ruthless wildfire, and the west wind burns all over the world. Elms are stuffed back into the snow and ice, cooled to the temples, and blown old. The horse hissed, moved, and merged into sorrow. I will know how much Yu Lang has lost tonight.

It's just that my brain is full of fat, and it's still hard to digest, and it's a waste of cigarettes. What's more, after Wen Yuan gaunt, it is not easy to get drunk. Back to the cold peak, the city is far away, and the dream is around the mountain. There are many feelings, only the whistling is high.

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Life can be a few, it is better to stay out of it and hate Ye. Just before respect, I smiled and it's time to go. The lamp picks the residue, and the furnace smoke Ruo is exhausted, and there is nothing to say. One day is cold, and the sweet soul steals this night.

Afraid of seeing people go to the empty building, willow branches are safe, and there is still a moon between the windows. Live in the depths of fragrance, regret lapels. Still warm, still cold and green, adding sadness to the touch. Worrying will make you sick, and you know who to talk to.

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Green Xu, sigh heavy courtyard, what is spring return? All day, the dust was blown away, but the fans sleepwalked home. Things are long, careers are not smooth, eyes are drunk, and the sun is setting. Sad and afraid to ask, where is the golden drum?

At night, the moonlight is like silver, and the clothes are single and the shadows are sparse. Who knows this feeling, and said that old friends should not go. Counting the fallen flowers, I can't sleep, especially in an idle mood. I sighed deeply, but there were only parrots in the west corridor.

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(feelings about abandoned gardens)

That piece of red flew away, and the east wind was silent, only urging drifting. Who used thrush Shang Lue for rouge on the stone and dew on the flower? The jade bottle is heavy, the purple money cover, and the sparrow steps on the golden bell rope. Shao Hua is like a dream. He is looking for a good dream.

It's a hollow beam of gold powder, nesting swallows, and a mouthful of fragrant mud falls. How excited I was when I wanted to write to you. When plum beans were round, willow cotton floated, and I forgot the agreement at that time. In the sunset, Ran Ran's soul is broken and its corners are divided.

Looking forward to the crimson Huanghua City.

The night light is cold, and the snow is flat on the pile. What is the limit of the west wind? Look at it with clothes on.

I'm confused about this. I don't feel like I've grown up. When Dan, the little stars want to disperse and fly to Pingsha geese.

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It's cool in the yard and I feel thin when I'm late. If you don't act alone, you will be rewarded in vain.

Xiao Si pity you, don't be sad. The west wind is evil, the setting sun blows the horn, and a burst of Sophora japonica falls.

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(chanting orchids)

There is a different kind of fragrance, and there is no place to wash it. Ling Bo is going to live for the east wind.

What's the point of fighting for autumn? Also stay, Leng Xiang half wisp, Xiangjiang rain first.

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A moth's eyebrow, the lower chord is not as good as the upper chord. Why is Geng Lang sad before he is old?

The plain wall shines obliquely, and the bamboo shadow scales the window. The empty room was silent, the crow was about to break dawn, and I went down to the west building again.

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(Send to Nanhai Liang Medicine Hall)

A dust-collecting hat can't keep you. Where is the sail, Nanpu Shen Xiangyu.

Looking back on my romantic life, I live in Zizhu Village. Lonely words, Sansheng will make a promise, but what about the Hongliang couple?

Tea Pinger

Cherry blossoms landed in Yanghua Third Path, under the greenwood tree, swept by swallows in sunny waves, and the beautiful scenery turned into a pavilion. Swing back, the wind is like yesterday.

Unfortunately, spring is always bleak, people are thin, kites are evil, and there are many fragrant notes. Qingluan has gone, who will persuade him to act alone?

Pick mulberry seeds

Xie Gu compound is more disabled, and Yan Su carved beams. On the silver wall of the moon, how can you tell the fragrance without knowing the flowers?

This feeling has been recalled by myself, and it is scattered. After a storm comes a calm, but I had a dream eleven years ago.

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Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.

Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't do this. It's all over and the moon has gone west.

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Xia Tong hasn't flown over Joan for a long time. Who else? Who is there? Jade Qing went to bed tonight.

The incense pin was extinguished by the cold residual lamp, and the autumn was quiet. Quietly counting the autumn, but also the heart of missing to the last quarter.

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Who is singing that sad and sad old tune of the Conservatory of Music? Xiao Feng, wind, rain, short and thin candles in the house, a lonely night, in candlelight.

I don't know what a lingering heart is, and it's hard to let it go. After waking up, I'm drunk and bored. Is it Xie Qiao that I haven't been to in my dream?

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Leng Xiang dreamed of Hongqiao and the city. Peach blossoms on the moon, and spring rains break the yan house.

Who can beat drums and break their hearts after a long farewell? Dark loss of youth, a wisp of tea smoke through the blue yarn.

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Peach blossom is ashamed to die heartlessly, and grateful to Dongfeng. Blow off the delicate red and fly into the window with regret.

Who pities Dongyang's hard work and thinness is also careless about spring. Not as good as hibiscus, a cold feeling.

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Who put the ice wheel on the sea? The sky is full of disappointment. Never say goodbye, but on a beautiful night, tears are always zero.

We should only meet again under the blue sky, and that is this life. Can survive this life, just when I was in a hurry, I thought of you again.

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Turn on the light, the book is red, but it's still boring. Jade leaks all the way, and cold flowers separate Yu Di in the dream.

It rained in the middle of the night and the leaves rustled. In the autumn tide, don't miss Pisces versus Xie Qiao.

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Cool dew, fragrant and moist, with dark drops of flowers. Who shakes the shade and swallows wicker in the wind?

Cosmetic box, dancing kite, open the frequency cover, sandalwood powder accidentally. Tears welled up. Last night, I felt a dream.

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Soil flowers have been dyed in Hunan, Hubei and India, and lead tears are hard to disappear. Who rhymes? Not a rhinoceros, but a phoenix.

You should only grow purple with the flow and cut the autumn tide. Parrots steal to teach, see Yu Di didn't ring.

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Zhu Lan stood by in white, and the moon set in the west. When the temples are frosted, do you know if you can come back?

The remnants are even more jaw-dropping, and the size is still thin. Acacia blindly, like the old days.

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Interviewee: Shensha Old Scene-Grade 6 2010-10-2118: 03.

Yun Song's orders about temples.

The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter leaks. Make an appointment to meet and whisper after dusk. The season is thin and cold, the wine is sick, the pear blossom shovel, and the east wind is thin all night.

Cover the silver screen and hang down your sleeves. Where the flute is played, the pulse is slightly funny. Heartbroken moon and cardamom, the moon seems to be at that time, and people seem to be at that time.

Blue wet mourning

There are too many sad things recently. Who can I tell about the long night? Everything is subject to fate. In early spring, the green shadows are dancing outside the window, the geese are returning, and the orioles are singing and dancing, and tears are streaming down their faces.

I enjoyed the beautiful scenery with you in the past, but now I have lost it and failed to live up to my past affection. Suddenly a gust of wind blew and the breeze shook. I thought it was your soul, but I can only wait for the end of love.

Three days before the Spring Festival in Qinyuan, the woman who died in her dream was dressed in plain clothes, holding her hand and sobbing, and she couldn't remember clearly. However, there is a parting cloud: "I hope to hate the sky and the moon, but I will still pay a New Year call to Yuen Long every year." I don't know why I got this, because I didn't write a poem, but I felt endowed after I felt it.

It's so unlucky that it's fleeting. How can you forget it when you are depressed? Remember to embroider the couch when you are free, and blow and rain; Carve a hole, bend a corner and lean against the sunset. Dreams are hard to stay, poems can't be long, and you win deeper tears. The body is still there, but my spirit is soaring. I am not allowed to see it anymore.

Find the blue sky again. Short hair is expected, and there will be frost in the future. It is heaven and earth, and the dust is unbreakable; Spring flowers and autumn leaves still hurt. If you plan ahead, you will be surprised and lose all the fragrance of Xun Yu yesterday. Really helpless, the sound of money is adjacent to the flute, and the ileum records.

In mid-July, the fourth night is stormy, and tomorrow is the birthday of the dead woman.

Dust filled the curtains and floated around, which really made the darkness miserable. A few times, I secretly wiped my shirt tears and suddenly saw Cui Qiao next to the rhinoceros.

Only hate becomes boring. Fifth, it is still in the morning. The withered poplar leaves are difficult to finish, and the cold rain and wind hit the bridge.

Nan Xiangzi wrote an inscription for his dead wife.

Tears are silent, only regret to get rid of fickle feelings, and rely on the painter to keep knowledge. Yingying. You can't draw it if you are sad.

Don't be too specific Wake up early in the middle of the night. Qing wakes up early and dreams more. Call the rain bell at night.

Reflections on the anniversary of the death of the female deceased in Golden Melody

When was this hatred? Lost step, cold rain rest, buried flowers. I had a long dream for three years. I think I woke up. Material also has feelings, and the world is tasteless. Not as cold and lonely as the dust on the night platform. The card issuer made a promise, but then abandoned it.

If there are Pisces in Chongquan. It is good to know him, who he has been suffering from, and who he is relying on. I turned around from midnight, and I endured listening to Xiang Xian's excuse. When it's over, he'll know himself. I'm afraid it's unlucky for both of them, and they're going to live in the wind and sleep outdoors again. Clear tears, confetti.