The preface to the warbler's cry and the feeling of reading "The Words of the Jade".
Zhang Xiaoben. Right and wrong in the world, don't ask infatuatedly. Absurd things, not to mention three thousand, how can they be diagnosed one by one. Detachment and reunion, going around and around, is nothing more than being trapped for love. When the prosperity is over, the autumn frost whitens the temples.
The autumn water is pale, the beauty is twilight, and the lazy Zhu Fu powder. Reminiscing, in the old days, my heart is full of regrets. hated the time, acted on the spot, and the good situation turned into ashes. In vain, a piece of true love withered with the wind.
The late trees of spring, the new rain and the remnants of the sun, do not pause for anyone. There is a way that the streamer is like water, the past is like smoke, and the spring breeze is not an inch. Thousands of sails have passed, there is no shadow of the Honghong, the peach blossom wine Jiangnan affair, in the end, the ending is to retreat. Hongchen Inn, lost a piece of lovesickness, and lost the emperor's mercy.
Thousands of mountains and rivers, the end of the world, I am afraid that there will be no news. Just remember, the wind is blowing. The moon is cloudy and sunny, and people are worried, so why should Yao Jin. The cold plum reflects the snow, the Zhilan is stained with dew, the smoke is thousands of miles of youth and old, and in the next life, it will be endowed with three river rhymes. A little cinnabar in my heart, not dyed Danqing, but begging for beauty.
Su Mu Sha Yi Jiangnan.
Zhang Xiaoben. The rain is falling, and the wind is blowing. Metropolis Gangnam, Metropolis Gangnam is good. I also remember the beautiful boat women in Gusu. The peach blossom on the human face, the peach blossom on the human face.
Ten years have passed, and spring has passed. Jiao'e yesterday, today called sister-in-law. The bright moon and breeze are not old. The drizzle is shining, and there is little lovesickness.
The warbler cries back to Jinling.
Zhang Xiaoben. Jinling has always been splendid, reflecting heavy smoke willows. Confucius Temple, sitting on Qinhuai, has been supporting each other for generations. Peach leaf crossing, leaving people and horses, Sven drunk peach blossom wine. Sighing people and inkmen, they are greedy for fragrant red sleeves.
Egret Qingbo, Fengtai autumn moon, reminiscing about old friends in the past. After dusk, read poetry and books together, and let it rain and rain. said that the Southern Tang Dynasty, the queen of the light, the distant country, is not blessed by God. In the end, thousands of miles away, Dongyang is thin.
Qin Huai is not old, and the gold dust is gone. The flowers are still falling. There is a saying that Wang Xie was a wine and meat Zhumen, but it was not ushered in, and the turtle was longevity in the year of the crane. In the red dust waves, spring flowers and autumn moons, the true feelings are not negative to the flowing xia, provoke acacia, and misinterpret the acacia buckle. The taste of life is a poem with red leaves, but it is interesting to write.
The streamer is easy, the world is difficult, and you dare to meet wealth. It is even more obvious that he has a lofty mind. Win or lose, don't count, don't fight. In the middle of the night of the third watch, under the fluorescent light, the red paper cut the warbler in the preface, which is a long word, and who reads it. Now that I have returned to Jiangnan, the past is like smoke and I can't look back.