[Poetry]
The plain flowers in the deep courtyard are fragrant, and the moon is cooling and the autumn night is cold.
The wine is too mellow for three or two cups, and I am drunk and leaning on the east wall.
The sound of the Jiegu drum is high-pitched and the laughter is strong, but the bleak strings of the piano are in vain.
Lifting the bottle to the shadow invites you to finish it, and enjoy the white jade plate together from a distance.
It's still late at night when I'm about to wake up from my girlfriend's dream, and the flowers are falling and falling in autumn.
Things are different and people are different. Old dreams remain. The ground under the new branches and trees is full of yellow.
When we meet each other, the flowers are fragrant, but when we meet again, they are desolate.
Why is it that when we first met, I only complained that the dream was too long in this life.
The autumn leaves have fallen on the spring river, and although the moon is bright, the building is dark.
It's hard to tell someone what's on your mind, and it takes a lot of thinking to shed tears on the window screen.
The lone luan is not a pair in the mirror, and the rain and wind quickly freeze the pond.
There is no sound of rain at the autumn window, and the mandarin ducks sleep under the hibiscus leaves.
It's hard to conceal the regretful face and dress up carefully, and it's hard to be sentimental and crazy about laughter.
The two rivers and lakes intersect lightly, and the love is so close that we can forget each other.
Or wait until the blue hair begins to doubt the frost, and look back on the past and the past with regret.
The moon is not shining brightly tonight, but why not miss it for a lifetime?
The desire to speak is still empty and sad, and the gathering and separation are hurried and difficult.
However, we are so close but so far away, and we will be a bride again in the next life.