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Butterfly Love Flowers: Dreaming of Yanshui Road in Jiangnan": Dreaming of Yanshui Road in Jiangnan, traveling all over Jiangnan, and not meeting people. There is nothing to say in my sleep, and I feel melancholy and misunderstood. If you want to do your best in this love letter, the floating geese will sink the fish, and there will be no evidence in the end. But he leaned on the strings and sang goodbye, and broke through the Qin Zheng pillar.
This euphemistic poem by Yan Jidao, a lyricist in the Northern Song Dynasty, writes all the girl's lovesickness and parting feelings, which is clear and clear, sincere and moving. In the dream, I entered the misty Jiangnan water town, but I failed to meet the parting person. There is nowhere to tell about parting, and when I wake up from a dream, I feel even more lost, and I want to write a letter to tell about my deep lovesickness, but the geese fly in the sky, and the fish sink to the bottom of the water, even if it is written, I can't send it, so I have to be sad and cry lonely.
Kinmen: The Creek is in a hurry: The stream is in a hurry. Countless fallen flowers floated out. Swallows divide mud bees to make honey. Late windy day. It is necessary to believe that Fangfei is lost. It's hard to get back to the best of times. It is intended to be this love letter in case. Sorrowful many times.
This is also a poem by Yan Jidao, a famous lyricist in the Northern Song Dynasty, with tactful and sorrowful lovesick lyrics, beautiful and elegant, subtle and timeless. The water of the stream is clear and bright, tinkling and pleasant, and the fallen flowers fall with the wind, gurgling and flowing. Swallows fly around, mud nests, bees dance, hard work makes sweetness. The good times passed slowly, I was lonely and emotional, and I wanted to write a letter to pour out my heartfelt feelings, but I didn't know where to start, so I had to look through the books boringly and think about it.
Fragrant and full of boudoirs, four flowers": lazy and sad thrush, look at the body gradually beer, love letters want to write without evidence. If you don't see Cailang, when will you return. Dry up and lean all over, and bend the flower heads. The warbler is singing, and the heart knows itself.
This is a deep and euphemistic, lingering and sympathetic Yuan Dynasty song, which is deeply touching and has a long charm. Lonely and lonely, bored with eyebrows, watching his body get thinner and thinner because of lovesickness, but he was indifferent and couldn't get rid of it. I want to write a letter full of affection, pour out my thoughts, but I don't know where to send it. Leaning on the railing, looking at the eyes, not seeing the return of the lover, the falling flowers are scattered, the yellow warbler is crying, and the heartstrings are even more plucked, and the liver and intestines are broken.
New Water Order, Spring Love, Leaving the Pavilion Banquet": The peach cheeks are wet and the rouge is shallow, and the pomegranate skirt is wrinkled and fragrant and soft, how can this lovesickness teach people? Separate the jade nest, damage the mantis jade, and empty the mandarin duck hall. How can ten people not help the two leaves of the eyebrows to spread? There are a lot of worries. Shameful and Tilian, lazy to integrate the ribbon, afraid of seeing double swallows. Love letters are attached to brocade scales, good news with yellow dogs, where is the merry boy? I will find my soul in my dreams, but I am afraid that the balcony road is far away.
Cheng Jingchu was a composer in the Yuan Dynasty, with a delicate and tactful style, fresh and charming. The rouge crimson moistened the cheeks, and the Luo skirt was gorgeously worn on the body, with bright eyes and bright teeth, Chu Chu was moving, but it was full of affection and grace, there was no one to send, and no one to confide in. Sorrowful, lazy and lonely, Yan'er can still fly and never give up, but her lover can't stay together, and grow old together. can only rely on letters to express lovesickness, and only in dreams can we get together, which makes people think a thousand times and cry.
Seven Sages Pass the Customs: Four Seasons of Love": The golden wind and summer are gradually disappearing, and I don't feel that the new autumn is coming. Pick up the wine cup and have little one to accompany you. In the life of the Jun family, in the life of the slave family. Promote weaving, deaf to the slave's heartbreak, and complain to say that the slave is not. Write a love letter and send it to me. When you are negative, orange, yellow, orange and green, you must remember the good scenery in autumn. flashed like a lonely goose flying from the south, idle and depressed, regardless of him. The most bitter place, when the rain hits the sycamore leaves.
Autumn lovesickness, feeling cold and cold, this lovesickness song of the Yuan Dynasty is written deep into the bones, touching the heartstrings, and tears. The sound of weaving is ringing, crisp into the ears, stirring the hearts of thousands of threads, and the intestines are full of sorrow. Write a letter to express your lovesickness. Orange, yellow, orange and green, the lonely goose flies south, the saddest and sad time is nothing more than the rain hitting the sycamore in the middle of the night, the fallen leaves are scattered, lonely and empty, and it is difficult to sleep.
Love Letter to Li Zi'an": Drinking ice and eating barberry is in vain, and the Jin kettle is closed in a dream. Qin Jing wants to share his sorrows, and Shunqin will complain about Feihong. The autumn rain is ringing in the tung leaves by the well, and the silver lamp under the window is dark and the wind is dark. Where to ask the letter, hold the rod all day and the sky.
Yu Xuanji is a famous female poet in the late Tang Dynasty, with quick thinking and good poetry. Drinking ice water and eating barberry, the ambition in his heart has not been realized, and the Jin Water Kettle Guan only exists in a dream. Qin Jing shone with a faint sadness, and Shunqin played with full affection, only to hear the mournful voice of the wild goose in the air. The leaves of the paulownia trees by the well were dripping with autumn rain, and the silver lamps under the windows flickered in the wind. In the vast sea of people, where to ask for acacia letters, holding a fishing rod, wandering on the bank of the Bijiang River all day long.