Sijun tears
Clouds and smoke surround the city tower, and the moon shines among the flowers.
In the Yuanyang stream, there are only shadows accompanying it.
The beauty's jade face is messy due to drunken dancing.
The sleeves and robe are stained with the moon, and the fish in the pond are sleeping deepest.
Tears of missing you, dripping down from the golden cup, melting into the wine.
The waves in his eyes flowed unintentionally, and he was full of charm.
Qingchengque.
The most unparalleled, standing silently in the world of mortals.
It's a pity that those who fall in love can't meet each other.
The desert is full of yellow sand, and the battle is cold.
Return without plan, heart in vain.
I just wish I could be born ordinary.
I will not be happy to see you again in the future.
How can seeing each other be like missing each other?
The love in short sleeves can be strong or weak,
It is difficult for them to stand in the world,
With only black hair left in my passing years, I love and hate you so much that I don't want to talk about separation.
Missing you makes me sleepless.
The feeling of thinking about Confucianism is entangled with black hair.
The peach blossoms in March are as red as the face.
Blooming, spring color.
See you now.
The beauty smiles and looks beautiful.
The beauty of flowers imprints on human faces.
Short-sleeved love is deep in flesh and blood.
Follow the beautiful mandarin duck thoughts.
The world looks down upon me and I don't want to see it.
Today I have to wipe away a handful of tears of missing you.
Together for thousands of years.
Made by a friend of this author