It's good to see the deep rain in spring over the West Lake, and the flowers are blooming. The butterflies are noisy and the bees are noisy, and the sunny day makes the flowers feel warm.
Lan Rui painted the boat and walked away leisurely. He was suspected to be a god. In the reflected waves, the water is wide and the wind is lifting the orchestra.
Their relationship is composed of two poems by Ouyang Xiu, with picking mulberry as the beginning and spring in the jade house as the end, but in the middle is Qin Guan's Magpie Bridge Immortal.
After parting, I don't know whether you are far or near. I feel desolate and depressing. As we go further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink in the vast water.
Late at night, the wind blows on the bamboos, and the sound of autumn leaves is filled with hatred. Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out.
Who says leisure is abandoned for a long time? Every time spring comes, the melancholy still remains. I often get sick and drink in front of flowers every day, and my beautiful face looks thin in the mirror.
There are willows on the Qingwu embankment by the river. I want to ask about new sorrows. Why do they happen every year? The wind on the independent bridge fills the sleeves, and the new moon people in the flat forest return.
Their story is also composed of two poems by Ouyang Xiu. Die Lianhua is the beginning and Nanxiangzi is the ending, but in the middle is the misery of Qin Guan, "the most heartbroken person in ancient times".
Phoenix bun with gold mud belt, dragon pattern jade palm comb. We come and go, laughing and supporting each other under the window, and our love for each other is as deep as the thrush?
I have been using my pen to lean against people for a long time, and I am just beginning to try my hand at describing flowers. While I was busy with my embroidery skills, I asked with a smile how the word "" came into being in writing?
At that time, you should know that it is a straight road. It is useless to miss lovesickness, and it is better to be melancholy and mad.
At this time, I know that there is love and obsession in life, and this hatred has nothing to do with the wind and the moon.
The heroine is realistic, very womanly and very petty.
The male protagonist is realistic, very sultry and shady.
They are both lazy and like to take things as they come.
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