Fly and wither a few wounds, and how many piles of things fall from your heart; How much wind does the flower remnant know, and the tear-wet rouge flower is not fragrant. The clouds hang on the waist of the green mountains, and the moon is oblique and the starry sky is high; Bow your head and think about it, when will you not think about it?
Inscription. Looking at the shrine and the fragrance of sandalwood, my heart is full of melancholy; It's unbearable to look back on the dreams of the past years, the sky is vast and vast, and where is it difficult to send your thoughts? Qingshan catches the flowing clouds, where does Yue'er slide? Turning around, Yue'er leaned on the top of the mountain, and Yun'er surrounded her, never leaving ......
The cold is still there, the pear blossoms bring rain, and the peach blossoms have dew. After the swallow returned to the beam, he probed his head to look for it, why did he not return? The sandalwood is swirling, the cold moon is cold, the lone star is shining, the evening breeze is blowing, and the green mountains are thick. Sitting alone in the west window to give leisure chapters, they are all lovesick and sorrowful, and they can't be driven away, and they can't leave! All the fervent thoughts, across the distant stars, gazed at you into wordless verses, and from the cold wind came your shivering.
play a song "Autumn Moon in the Han Palace", chant "Alluring the Country and the City", dance a sleeve "Ni Dress and Feather Coat", and sigh "The End of the World"; What about the elegance of the peerless generation? What can I do if the city is overwhelmed? Peerless through the ages, charming, dreaming of Loulan; The poems of the ages, the romance is infinite, and the clouds are passing by. Youth is easy to grow old, and time is easy to pass away; The sideburns and green silk are dyed by snow, and the ravines on the forehead are carved over the years.
The candlelight reflects the green lotus, the Sanskrit sound surrounds the bookcase, the ink is painted on plain paper, and the heart is full of books. The half-rolled curtain called the moon, and the wind sent the clouds to the window, wanting to speak to the moon, and looked at each other speechlessly. The moon is in the heart, calm and leisurely. The red dust is thousands, if the water is three thousand, the hand of the son, looking at each other for many years. The white horse flies, the years are in a hurry, sighing what year is it? Who is under the broken bridge, pouring out love songs, dancing lovesickness, and looking at the eyes?
The pure heart is like a mirror, and meditation can realize Zen. And hang your thoughts on the clouds, and want to discuss with Yue'er: You sit in front of the window, I walk in the clouds, look at the heavens and the earth, and spend thousands of miles together. The evening breeze Buddha hair, green silk caresses his shoulders, and the gaze: the white clouds are still the same, like water and smoke; The green mountains hug the clouds, the moon floods the sea of clouds, and the top of the mountain falls in love. Thinking about the oath, willing to wait for the king, the restrained mind, the heart of the promise, the lonely wandering in the text, combing the dreams of Chihiro, whose face is haggard?
On the moonlit night of the twenty-four bridges, who blows the jade flute and calls me anxious? Across the distance between the clouds and the moon, listen to your flute singing spring songs: short mourning, long sighing, rapid sound, knocking on my heart. I think about it, a love song rises in my heart, and Jun Xiao song and Jun tune, when the wind is full of sleeves, when the wind is full of dance steps, when the wine is drunk, the song starts, laugh and ask Hongchen, how many people are thorough?
Listen to the ancient rhyme in the drizzle, the cold wind spreads loneliness, the cold ink stains the heart, and the crumpled paper is difficult to read. In a trance, who is asking softly: The wind is cold and the rain is cold, and when you sit in front of the window, you will be white and green, and you will add spring resentment? Looking back, looking at the smoke clouds, you are nowhere to be seen, and the ethereal sound of the flute floats out of the candlelight; Are you trying to lure me to you with a curling smoke? Are you trying to urge me to talk to you with the voice of a resentful flute? The bow-like moon came from the ancient scrolls dyed with spring and autumn, with the elegance of Tang poetry, with the elegance of Song words, and the mediocre shining in the light cold of the night, soothing my heart that Hongchen was unwilling to be lonely.
In front of the window, the voice of the flute is gradually understood, and the moon is remote sensing Lang Junyan; In the dream, there were several clouds and rains, and I sighed and complained a few times. Memories are mottled with broken shadows, "At this time, we don't hear each other, and we are willing to shine on you month by month." Walking alone in the heart of the river, looking at the clouds and moon in the distance, a wisp of acacia, a cup of fragrant tea, a room of candlelight, a curtain of dreams, a line of resentful poems, a sentence of spring words. Who discharges poetry in loneliness? Who spends the time in lovesickness? Who perceives warmth in the distance?
Who tastes loneliness in silence? The blue sea, blue sky, night and night heart do not only belong to Chang'e! Looking at myself in the flickering candlelight, I am a beautiful landscape in your heart? In the elegant Tang poems, I bow my head and taste carefully, I can fall into the country and the city in your heart? Meditating in the gorgeous Song Ci, I am the graceful woman in Jun's heart? I think a lot, close to you, you are a majestic mountain, can undertake the fate of the white clouds after drifting; I want to chase you more, you are a colorful butterfly, which can accompany me in the flowers. Through the vast cloudy sky, I hide in the poems and gaze at you, the flat rhythm quietly condenses into a pearl-like light on my clear and dust-free heart, and my crystal light is transmitted to the moon, can you perceive it?
And put your heart into the cup, raise a glass to the moon and the moon, and drink the unpleasant taste of lovesickness; And rub the mood into the song, the chords blend and reflect each other, and imagine Chanjuan self-intoxicated. reversed time, went to the bubbling lake, listened to the melodious sound of the flute, buckled the strings tactfully, and sang love songs and attachments; I also went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake, leaned on the dragon and phoenix show column, played with fish out of the water, and complained about my heart. Reminiscing about the past, tears fall into your arms, how much tenderness is there, Lang Jun still knows? Standing alone by the window of Xiaoxuan, the heart of the elegant and indifferent woman with the light rain and breeze drifted in the cold night sky, and the face of the country and the city was consumed on the bank of the Acacia River - just because of a ......promise that the sea is dry and the stones will not look back
The clouds look at the green hills, and the moon is difficult to light in the cold sky; wants to entrust his heart to Wu Gang, and he lowered his eyebrows and secretly burst into tears-both complaining!