the wine song, jade Zun air, green cylinder dark clear. The soul and the dream are unbearable.
light spring day, cold food day, jade stove Shen water lingering smoke, dream of mountain pillow hidden flowers.
jade duck smoke stove leisurely Rui brain, Zhu Ying bucket account to cover tassels, pass rhinoceros to solve cold.
Chang Chi kiosk sunset, intoxication do not know the way back. In the late return boat, enter the lotus root flower deep. Fighting, fighting, startled a seagull heron.
There is a good place to read on the pillow.
lonely boudoir, the soft intestine one inch melancholy. At the time of spring and spring, a few raining rain.
the wind is deep and rhyme, half of it is tender and hate.
embroidered curtains smile, open up, lean on the treasure duck, kiss the cheek, eye waves move before being guessed.
the wind set the flower deep, the curtain has a red heap of snow. It is the Spring Festival when the Begonia is opened.
return to the sound of the broken cloud Bi, the back window snow, stove smoke straight. At the bottom of the candle, the hairpin is bright, and the head of the hairpin wins the light.
a cup of deep amber thick, did not become drunk, first melt, scattered clock should be late wind.
new to thin, non dry wine, not sad autumn.
this time, how is a sad word!
Where is the hometown? Forget to be drunk. When the water lies in the water, it is burned and the wine has not been eliminated.
last night the rain sparsely wind, deep sleep can not eliminate the residue of wine. Ask the curling man, but the Begonia is still. Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin.
keep the window, how do you get black alone!
See someone come, the socks shovel golden hairpin, and go shy. Look back on the door, but smell the green plum.
the small courtyard window is deep, and the heavy curtain is not curled up Shen Shen.
the eye wave is moved to be guessed.
leaning on the railing, just without emotion! Where is the man? After a long decline of grass, the road was broken.
who is with the window alone? Two movies with me.
people quietly, the moon depends on, the Cui curtain drooping. More remnants, more fragrant, more time.
Do you know? Do you know? It should be green, red and thin. ()
the corner sound urges the leak, the dawn returns to the cow Dou. It is difficult to see flowers in spring, while the west wind leaves old cold.
the wind is soft and the thin spring is early. Sleep on the cold, plum temples on the temples.
ask the curling man, but the Begonia is still.
a lot of things, want to say still rest.
only fear the two streams, can not carry a lot of sorrow!
far from the mountain to urge the dusk, the fine wind blowing rain makes light Yin, pear flowers want to be afraid to ban.
intoxicated flowers do not laugh, poor spring like people will be old.
kick up the swing, up the whole fiber hand. Thin, thin, thin and thin sweaty.
Haiyan will fight for grass in the future. Jiang Mei has passed Liu Shengmian, and dusk is wet and wet.
night to be drunk to remove makeup late, plum calyx plugged branches. When you wake up, you can break through the spring and sleep.
this situation can not be eliminated, but then brow, but on the heart.
life as a hero, death is also a ghost.
the wild goose back, full of the West building.
Rui brain incense and soul dream, cold gold small bun, loose, wake up the space-time to the candle red.
things are not rest, lacrimal tears first flow.
flowers float away, water flows, a kind of Acacia, two worries.
the bun is injured and the spring is more lazy.
the curtain rolls the west wind, the man is thinner than the yellow flower.
looking for it, cold and cheerless, miserable and miserable.