Qian Duoduo (An Ruozhi): Leaning on the railing, he strayed into Qunfang Road. No matter how long the flowers bloom or fall, I am just jealous of beauty. The body is tied with thousands of knots, the heart is tied with thousands of bundles, just for the beloved.
Boguoer: Feelings gradually fade away, and the beautiful face in the mirror changes in surprise. Can you bear to pay thousands of dollars for a smile? After all, missing each other is not as good as meeting each other.
Shunzhi: Think about yourself and don't forget. We looked at each other drunkenly, lighting up the lamp, and had heart-breaking dreams. The peach reins on the willow bank are full of fragrance. But it turned out that it was just a waste of time and effort.
Chang Shu: There is only the moon in the spring garden that is sentimental, just like falling flowers for people who have left. Only I will keep my eyes open all night long to repay you for not raising my eyebrows in my life.
Gao Sai: The desolate farewell and the last two echoes are the same, the most overwhelming is the moonlight. Passion has hurt parting since ancient times. It's even more embarrassing to miss the Qingqiu Festival.
Nala Shi. Xi Han: Cardamom Hua Shao paints the ground as a prison for love. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but it is an empty building. Year after year, year after year,
It's just the beauty's bad fate.
Dong E's. Just like: I have been alone in silence for half a day, but the sound of bamboos and the crescent moon are still the same as before.
Dong E. Wanyi: Looking for a good dream is hard to come by. Who knows how I feel at this moment? Tears in front of the pillow and rain in front of the curtain, dripping into the light through the window.
Falling red: Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect flowers.
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