Bu operator sent Bao Haoran to eastern Zhejiang

The water is the eye waves, and the mountains are the eyebrows. Want to ask the pedestrian where to go? Only then did he send the spring back, and then sent the king back. If you go to Jiangnan to catch the spring, you must live with the spring.

Bu operator Huangzhou Dinghui Yuan residence

The lack of moon hangs dredging paulownia, and the initial tranquility of people is missing. Who sees a lonely person coming and going, ethereal and lonely. Shocked but turned back, there was hatred and no one to think. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to perch, and the lonely sandbar is cold.

I live at the head of the Yangtze River

I live at the head of the Yangtze River, and you live at the end of the Yangtze River. Every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop, and when will this hatred end? I only hope that your heart will be like my heart, and I will live up to my love.

General Li of the Fortune Operator

General Li through the ages, captured Hu Erma. Li Cai is in the middle of the world, but he is a marquis.

The rue grass goes to the roots, and the bamboo adds new tiles. In case the family lifts the field, no one can do it.

Fortune Operator Yongmei

Outside the post on the side of the broken bridge, lonely and ownerless. It was already dusk and I was alone, and it was even more windy and rainy. has no intention of fighting for spring, and a group of people are jealous.

Scattered into mud and dust, only fragrant as before.

Fortune operator: Feeling old

Shu guests to the south of the Yangtze River, long memories of Wushan good. Wu Shu has been the same since ancient times, and it should be early to return.

Also with last year's people, together with the West Lake grass. Don't take a closer look before respecting, it should be an old face.

Fortune Operator: Five Days

The village is quiet and the chickens are crying in the afternoon, and the green is dark and new. A light curtain out of the painting wall, the road is Duanyang wine.

Morning and evening sunset cicadas, and noisy causeway willows. The green sideburns have been evergreen since ancient times, and they have flicked their fingers to the yellow flowers.

Bu Operator Saicao is late and young

The grass is only green at night, the sunset is moving, and the relatives are sad into the night, urging the dream before the stars.

Whispering green poplar smoke, timidly stepping on the Milky Way freezing, walking through the mountains to the white wolf, seeing each other is only cherished.

Fortune Operator, Bo Eun all kinds of things

Bo Eun has all kinds of things, and the past goes with the wind and rain. I can't bear to hear the song first, not to mention, spring will be twilight.

There are many sorrowful flowers, and people are going to conquer each other. Jun to Xiaoxiang and I to Qin, I will know where I will be.

The Fortune Operator Swallow never came

The swallows never came, and the small courtyard was cloudy and rainy. A corner of the dry settlement of flowers, this is the spring return.

Don't blow tears and don't blow the east wind, pour the wine into the flying: it's also sad to melt duckweed, don't go to the end of the world!

Fortune operator: Autumn color to the empty boudoir

Autumn colors to the empty boudoir, night sweep sycamore leaves. Who expected that the concentric knot would not be successful, and the lovesick knot would be turned over.

The twelve jade diaphragms are dry, and the wind moves the lamp to turn off. A few lines of tears at dusk, a crow crying the moon.

The fortune operator and the wild goose flew south

The traveling geese flew south, and the wind and rain group was lost. Hunger and thirst are hard to hang their wings, and they stand alone in the cold.

The gulls and herons are suffering and are forced to worry about each other. The sea of clouds is vast and there is nowhere to return, who listens to the wailing and urgency.

Fortune Operator Peony Playing Red

The peony is red, and the daylily is green. The curtain rolls and the swallows return, and it is still a house.

Poor and unfamiliar, idle to the green slave ripe. Sweeping the floor and burning incense with the old immortals, people win the chain of jade.

Fortune operator: born with a hundred kinds of sorrows

Born with a hundred kinds of sorrows, hanging on the sunset tree. The green leaves are shaded and the shade occupies the spring, and the grass is full of warblers.

There is no dusty step. Empty memories are like reed words. The willows are overlapped and stacked on top of each other, covering the road and worrying about the road.

Fortune Operator: Shinyanagi

Delicate and cowardly, thin and forbidden to dance. Eventful every year in February, the wind shines out of the goose yellow wisps.

A kind of pitiful life, sunset and smoke and rain. The long and short strip in front of Su Xiaomen is the place where it gradually gets lost.

Fortune Operator: Snow Moon is the most suitable

The snow moon is the most suitable, and the plum and snow are clear. When I saw snow in the south of the Yangtze River in the last year, the plum blossoms were haired at the end of the month.

This year's early plum blossoms, still the years and months. The cold and lonely light is bright, and only a little snow is owed.

Fortune operator: Burning a peach

Burning a peach, pink and natural good. was only shaken by the spring breeze, and the color withered early.

It's not too late to tie the knot, and regret follows the grass. If you don't go down the mountain and don't come out of the stream, you will stay with Liu Langlao.