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Last night, the stars last night, the wind was on the west side of the painting building, the east of the Guitang. There was no colorful phoenix flying wings, and the heart was connected. The hook was sent to warm spring wine, and the lights were red when the Cao Shooted the wax. I heard the drum and answered the official and walked on the Malantai.
Classes to puffs.
"Black Se"
The brocade zither is fifty strings, one string and one pillar are all in my heart. Zhuang Sheng is confused about the butterflies in the morning dream, and the emperor's spring heart is entrusted with the cuckoo. The moon is bright in the sea and the pearls have tears, and the sun is warm in the blue field, and the jade produces smoke. This love can be remembered, but it was already lost at that time.
Dunhuang song lyrics
Make all your wishes in front of the pillow, and wait for the spring mountains to rot. The scales and hammers are floating on the water until the Yellow River is completely dry.
The sun appears and the Beidou returns to the south. After a while, it is not possible to stop. Let’s wait until the sun is seen in the third update. "Bodhisattva Man"
The sound of the flute is soaring, and Qin E's dream is broken by Qin Yue Tower. Qin Yue Tower, the willows are shining every year, and Baling is sad.
The Qing Autumn Festival on the Leyouyuan, the ancient roads in Xianyang are so loud that the sound is gone, the sound is gone, the west wind is gone, and the Han family is tomb. "Remembering Qin'e"
Huajian Word
Willows are long, spring rain is thin, and the sound of flowers is leaking out. The geese are shocked, the city is black, and the painting screen is golden partridge. The fragrance is thin, the curtain is penetrated, and the Xie family is melancholy. The back of the red candle, the embroidered curtain is hanging, and the dream is long and you don't know
.《Gengluozi》
On a spring trip, apricot blossoms blow on my head. Who is young and has enough romantic family on the street? I want to marry you and spend my whole life. Even if I am abandoned ruthlessly, I cannot be ashamed.
The smoke of spring mountains is about to be closed, the sky is light and the stars are small. The waning moon faces brightly, and the tears are coming to the dawn. There are so many words, but the love is not over. Looking back, I still say: Remember the green silk skirt, and I pity the fragrant grass everywhere. "Sheng Chazi"
Where will people go in the eternal night? The sound of coming. The fragrance pavilion is hidden, the eyebrows are closed, the moon is about to sink. We fight to endure and never look for each other. The mandarin orange quilt is lonely. I will exchange my heart for your heart, and I will remember each other deeply. "Tell my heart" and "Tell me the heart" and "Tell me my heart" and I will remember each other deeply. "Tell me my heart and my heart"
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When we meet, it is sunny in the evening, the thorny tung flowers are down on the front of the platform. Looking back in the dark is deeply meaningful, leaving two green leaves, riding an elephant and carrying people on the back of the water first. "Nanxiangzi"
Southern Tang Ci
Who says that leisure is thrown away for a long time? Every spring comes, the melancholy remains the same. I often get sick and drink in front of the flowers every day, and I never give up on my red face in the mirror.
Willows on the green dike by the river. To ask about new sorrows, why do you have it every year? The wind is everywhere on the small bridge, and the crescent moon is coming back in the flat forest. "Magpie walks on the branches"
The plum blossoms fall in the branches, but they are still passionate, and learn from the snow to follow the wind. Last night, the music and singing are easy to dissipate, and the sorrow of wine is added to the endless sorrow.
The cold mountain on the mountain is above the building, and the geese pass by, and the dusk scenery is deep and shallow. After a while, people cannot see it, the shark silk covers tears and thinks all over. "Magpie walks on the branches"
The wind suddenly rises, and a pool of spring water is blowing. The mandarin ducks are in the fragrant path, and the hand is holding a narrow red apricot stamen. The duck is standing alone on the railing, and the jade is scratching his head and falling down. I look forward to you all day long and I will raise my head and hear the magpie happy.
The spring river tide is connected to the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea is growing together. The waves are rippling for thousands of miles, where is the spring river without the moon? The river flows around the fragrant land, and the moon shines on the flowers and forests all look like sludge. The frost flows in the sky without flying, and the light is lit
The white sand cannot be seen. The river and sky are all in one color without dust, and the lonely moon in the bright sky. Who is the first to see the moon by the river? When is the moon in the river shining? Life is endless for generations, and the moon in the river is only similar every year. I don’t know who the moon in the river is waiting for, but
I saw the Yangtze River sending flowing water. The white clouds are gone, and I can't bear to worry about the green maple pierre. Who has a boat tonight? Where can I miss the bright moon tower? The poor moon is wandering up the building, and it should shine on the mirror table of the people. I can't roll it away from the jade curtain, so I can't pound it.
The cloak is blowing back. At this time, we look at each other but don’t hear each other. I wish to shine through the moonlight. The wild geese fly long and the light is not far away, and the fish and dragons leaps into the water.
Last night, I dreamed of falling flowers in the pond, but I was pitiful that I didn’t return home in half the spring. The river flowed and the spring was about to end, and the moon fell in the river fell in the west again. The slanting moon was hidden in the sea fog, and the infinite road of Xiaoxiang in Jieshi. I wonder how many people will return by the moon? The fallen flowers shook love.