Qiu Fengce
Looking up to the sky and complaining about the flowing light, rustling the flowers and making autumn clothes.
The eyebrows are bowed and the heart is full of heart, and the blue silk waves are flowing.
Looking to the left, there is a gray egret, its wings are solitary and only its shadow is long.
Looking to the right, the bluebird is mourning, and the sun is falling, but my thoughts have turned into frost.
Sighing that yesterday was already gone when I left, I couldn't understand the headwind and locked on my red makeup.
I'm still hesitant when I come here now. Don't think about turning back and leaving the palace wall.
When I wake up and lean against the window, there are only a few moon and stars. My mind is elsewhere, only complaining about separation.
The light scene is in a trance, but the clothes are disguised as old clothes. No matter how hurt you are, never mention it again.
Tossing and turning in the cotton couch, I suddenly dreamed about youthful things. The cheeks are flushed, and the eyebrows are childish.
Luo Qi embroiders warm silver to please girls. I prefer winding paths and looking for immortals in secluded places.
The immortal has a wonderful sound, calling the phoenix to dance with him. The forest leaves are destroyed by the wind, and the peach blossoms are quiet.
I don't smile for flowers, but I am happy for you. Lang came riding a bamboo horse and went around the bed to make green plums.
If you don't marry plum blossoms and bamboos, you would like to marry a phoenix. Wait for your green silk ribbons to be straightened, and wait for your hair to reach your waist.
Would you like to have a ten-mile long palace decorated in red?
The pillow is still wet with tears, I don't know how serious it is. The young man's celestial appearance is better than the hibiscus noodles.
Looking around the wall is empty, leaving only the breeze. The tear stains wet the eyelashes, a piece of resentment on the palace wall.
He is young and inexperienced, but he becomes happy with you. Let's talk about life and death, and we will grow old together.
At the age of sixteen, the hairpin is close, and the red clothes are displayed. One book issued an edict to the world, and the father's family was connected to the previous dynasty.
You will be happy if you don't enter the king's house, but you will be sad if you enter the palace. You were born before I was born, but I was born before you were old.
It's not that I was born late, but that I was born early. If you are born in commoner, I will be the same as you.
In the morning, it is firewood, rice and oil, and in the evening, it is cold wire. If you keep a small house, you can be like the family of gods.
Now I am at the palace gate, with the pillow next to me. The burning immortal energy is not like the face of an old friend.
Even if you are favored by thousands of people, the peach blossom is better than the red lotus. Although the body is in a different place, the heart is already in trouble.
If you still miss me, I will wait by the stone bank of Sansheng. Life is not the same as sleeping in the same pillow, death is also sleeping in the same hole.
In this life, heaven and man are separated, and in the next life, flowers will be everywhere. The eagle and platy follow each other in life and death, and the phoenix soars into the sky.
Would you like to have a ten-mile-long palace decorated in red?