When the Poplar Flowers Fall, Zigui Cries

"Dream of Chang'an" A jar of sake curtains Xiangyang, and the sun is setting on the west mountain and the moon is shadowing wildly. >The swaying phoenix trees send guests away, and the oil lamps and yellow candles dimly light up frequently. Thousands of festive lanterns are shining at dawn, and the dragon's shadow is swept into the breeze. In the dream, it was cold and snowy at the palace gate, and it was hard to tell the black and white of the chess pieces. The mountains are green, the buildings are green, and the water is more beautiful. White clothes sweep away the vast world. In the light rain, the bamboo leaves are green, and the strings are broken, the blood is broken, and the love is still lingering. In the dance, the golden osmanthus is better than the Yang concubine, and there are empty egrets singing on the sea. Tenderness can be compared to Penglai clouds, long-lasting love can be cut off with a sword. Behind the screen, there is a pity and pretty lotus, which finally transforms into the west and crosses the river high. In the candlelight there are still memories of the heroine, and the knot is like a concubine wandering across the desert. The royal love of a thousand gold and white jade, I hope I will live up to you in the next life. He was born in a gentle hometown, but his country was destroyed and his family was destroyed. The brocade book comes from the flying geese, and the Qi is prosperous and the name is on the gold list. The orchid boat is flooded with water, and I follow you to dream of yellow beams. Look at me like a orchid bud singing a dream ballad, how much is known in the pink fat blood. Jin Mingnai has no good match, and his parents are like an actor's couple. In the dream, Chang'an was full of gold and jade, and it looked like Jinling. Families are broken, people are dead, no one cares about them, things are real and people are not illusory, emotions are sad. The poplar flowers are gone and the cuckoos are not singing. The words of Chang'an in the dream are desolate. "Gold and Ice" Gold and jade make clothes for bones and ice, and ice makes heart, soul and life. Comparable to the elegance of a poetic fairy, where the love lies is ultimately a mystery. "The Chess Piece Is Wrong" has a lingering soul that attracts people, and the gate of Hanxue Palace is deep. Poor Qianqiu Nu! In the end, the wrong chess piece is cold. "Farewell to the Red Dust" The green hills are as tall as the towers, but covered with blood and tears. All the dead people in the family are gone, and they are no longer in the world of mortals. "Blood Splattered on the Qin" The Jinyin weeps in the strings, and the begonias complain in the door. It's hard to calm down when the pillow is broken, and it's dusk in the blood. "Jiangbian Sui" has been gone for many years, and there are still empty egrets. Poor Jin Guimiao! One must be rare in the sea. "Golden Phoenix Luan" At the end of the world, the wind-swept bird can only fly away, and once cherished the sunflower in the pond. The fragrant soul is Zhaozhao, and the jade is damaged, and he returns to the underworld with a smile on his face. "Beautiful Forgiveness" Xizi of Wuhu makes people jealous, and Concubine Sumo Ming makes people angry. It's a pity that the beauty's fate is unfair. I only hate the beauty and cry in the underworld. "Prince's Love" The emperor is ruthless, so how should the prince respond? I see blood under the poplar flowers, and there are clouds on the other side in my dreams. "Rouge Sin" The Taoist gate is light and drunk, and the pond water returns across the river. Starting from being a fan of a brothel, obsession is a sin. "Forgetting Gratitude" Why parents disobey, where to find the future. The magnolia is in my heart, and the shadows sing about grudges. She is proficient in all kinds of music, chess, calligraphy and painting. She loves to be clingy and aggressive when she has nothing to do. Intention: Chang'an is the same as Jinling.