The red sleeves of the family read the monarch,knowing each other about vertical and horizontal,hating that the years have passed,and the sky still remembers that time,just like last spring.Spring rain falls,grass and trees are green,and the smoke and dust are boundless.
Look at thousands of miles of rivers and mountains,wake up this morning,listen to the birds Chong Ming.Looking at Changting from afar,the weeds have no knees.Thinking of the past,love is surging,love is thin,and the return period is uncertain.Can’t keep the spring,can’t keep the king,break the Red Grass,who can feel the same?Pin Ning for a long time,short flute,cherish the past and feel sad.
In the past few years,who cares?It happens to be your intention and your love,rather than a short life to meet and say goodbye in a hurry,with your eyes full of makeup.Ask,who knows what I like in my heart,write thousands of new poems for you,and express your love.Push the pillow for the King,push the window for the King,the west window under the moon alone Haggard.
Three years of sun and moon,in detail,is also destined.Little by little,every second,now it is hate and love.Ask,who is right,children’s feelings.After the song of that year,everlasting wishes and vows of eternal love were just on the spur of the moment.Day and night,all forget,poor little romantic,became a few sorrow.
You are lonely,you are lonely,you can only see the rise and fall of the River Moon,Du Yin a hundred years of old wine,you can only write poems and paintings,no one is accompanied,it is called romantic.The country is still the same,the old friends are not the same,the three of them are six guests,each of them is happy and sad,each of them is sad and happy.The years are slim,feeling sad and sad.
Laughing,the Feng Shen is boring,and the Feng Hou is unintentional.I am only drunk with my bosom friend.Who is drinking with me,forget these times.On that day,I fell in love with flowers and watched them bloom.When the flowers bloom,I teased them.It was the past and half hurt.
Drink the cup alone,ask if you want to start over,laugh at the world,Legend of romantic,a little red tears.
The West Wind fell Green,revisiting the old place,very bleak.Going around,or back to the original point,just a little bit more sorrow and hate.Who used to be a swordsman to the end of the world,who used to be a boatman to sail,this period of time is really true,now thinking,only Kong Bei left.Ask,at this time next year,can you forget?
whose beautiful clothes are worn,Chuchu moving?The wind and dust rose,the clouds and smoke scattered,the Moonlight buckled the window and threw it on the dressing table.Whose figure was motionless?A jade Chai held it in his hand and watched it for thousands of times,but it looked like that day.Who took out his heart,without reservation,thought it was a lifetime,but I didn’t know that the moon was full and the moon was short of several degrees,the time was like an hourglass,and the grass and trees were sparse in the deep autumn.
At that time,it was a nuisance.People lost in the years and faded day by day.Even if they choked,they couldn’t get back the past flowing years.Sadness became hatred and resentment,which made people collapse.It turns out to be a virtual dream when you grow old,and it turns out to be a virtual talk for a lifetime.People fall at 1.1 o’clock and get old at 1.1 o’clock.
Poetry and Literature idle,courtesans ash powder again not less.
Looking back gently,deep in the fleeting time,the most painful and painful experience.Who falls in love with it in a flash,but can’t forget it in his whole life?How to distinguish the so-called fate in this world?How to keep this time clip?In three years,how many stories are flowing?Look again,we are not the original appearance.We went to the two poles without paying attention.
The flowers are gone,the dust is gone,and finally it is gone,far away.
Many years later,I only remember that you were intoxicated like drunken,but never made me drunk.Finally,it became a sad sigh.But the love for you at that time was from morning to evening,it’s true.