Qinyuanchun
Nalan Rongruo
Life is floating in the blink of an eye, life is so miserable, how can you forget when you are wandering low. I remember that when the embroidered couch was idle, the wind played with the rain; at the bend of the carved lantern, they both leaned against the setting sun. Dreams are hard to keep, poems cannot be continued, and I will cry even more if I win. The remains are there, but they are only turned around, but they are not allowed to be looked at.
Looking again at the vast blue sky. If you have short hair, you will definitely have frost in the morning. The relationship between earth and heaven has not been broken; spring flowers and autumn leaves are still hurt when touched. I want to tie up my preparations, but I am shocked and shaken off, and the yesterday's fragrance of Xun's clothes is reduced. It's really helpless, the sound of the beautiful sound is next to the flute, and the music is composed of the ileum.