The old man resigned from the end of his dream, and the night was broken, and he had no sleep. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info eyes hesitant, love is hard to break, sad complaints, and no sound. Thousands of miles of moonlight, I am also drunk and dreaming of singing, drinking and having fun, and resting in a dream. Long-term love? This scripture is drunk and free; I don't know where to return to my dreams, there is no hope for the way back, and my heart is empty. The two sides of the strait are at the end of the world, and I am proud of my hatred and death.

There is no wind in the lonely night, and the moon is like a shadow. Pour a glass of wine, quiet and leisurely. So go with the wind, no longer nostalgic. A sigh of red dust is like a thousand years, a dream of smoke and rain, love, love, how do Yiren know. I am also happy with it, and happy with how it can be sad. When is the moonlight, but if you are idle. The stall is silent, the ink is thousands of years, the light words, the clouds and smoke, and the way of heaven is only injured.

When the fate comes to wish, the fate is far away, like clouds and smoke, must sigh without need, like a dream, but I am amorous, the wind and the moon are remnant, the lonely shadow is long, recalling the past, the dream is like the beginning. Lovesickness continues, red dust bitter tears, the first edge, dependence, the old earth, the sky was desolate, if the oath is true, what is the separation of the two for a long time? I sighed in tune, and the hateful sentences kept being difficult to follow.

A dream of red dust, like the beginning of the flower, lovesick tears continue. Reincarnation of thousands of autumns, a river of forgetfulness, the water reflects the remnants of the temples, and the hair is white. The old man is gone, thousands of sails have passed, the song is not complete, the plot is constantly torn, the eternal hatred is not complaining, the lingering love is long and in love, calling, deep thinking, ripples and fluctuations, and the love is deep and trickling.

When is the lovesickness nostalgia? Affection is like an empty dream. Leaving the sorrow traction silk remnant, the road of time, the shadow of the years passed in a hurry. Smile peacefully, tears continue, looking for you hundreds of degrees? Where is the swamp water blending, this is the end of the world. Lovesickness dyes the dusk, and a lonely shadow returns late at night. A few thoughts, a few sorrows, and Jus passed away with the wind.

The lights are bright, and you can drink drunk with a thought. Tears and red faces, dancing pen hurt words and hating ancient sentences, high-rise buildings are empty and empty hearts, sparks and milky ways shine in the heart of the moon, leaving the song, the wind rises again, the song is gone, the wind is cold and hollow, the parting period, when to meet, the dream back to the soul and linger with you. Lonely and widowed tonight, invite the wine to the bright moon, like a dream meeting in a dream, a few nights of good days, sad and joyful.

Don't know where to go? Forget and remember, not when the spring flowers and autumn moon are gone. Suffering from widows and sinking fish, thousands of words and butterflies, love dreams and tears of whose family? Leaning on the monologue frame tears, time has passed, strange roads are prosperous, when will we meet again? Stirring up the Spring and Autumn Season, I miss it, and there is no good news in the past.

The flowering period on the shore, the reincarnation turns and the present and the past, the river passes away according to the east, the wind howls and dreams at night, and the melon, frog and cordyceps hiss. In the past, they hugged each other, like yesterday, and wept. If the trail returns to the clouds, where to find the flowering period? Restrained and alienated, the drunkard increases his sadness, but it is not in vain. Remembrance of the wound.

The old man was gone, drunk and roaring. Far away as a light boat and a leaf, the waves and water are accompanied by a surging water road, passing the post station in the intention. There is no waiting for the sky, looking up and listening to the wind blowing the willows and moving the leaves, the branches dancing and the leaves are accompanied by each other, hooking me from love and hurting dreams. If you pick up the pen and send a letter, when there is good news, if the ink waves the pen rain any basis.

The blue waves and grass are barren like the sea, secluded in the valley, how do you know that the weeping willows depend on each other and the dream is scattered, the grass is boundless, I am lingering, the vicissitudes of life, driving the road into a wind guest, I am wandering in a foreign land. The slanting sun is far away, resting on the shore, whispering tired and tired. Dusk is close to the sunset, the afterglow reflects the light of the twilight forest, and Kunfei is suitable for dancing light. And Tianwang and the final hope of returning to his hometown are near, his father and mother have tears, and his son is distressed.

The stars move, the stars fall and the Milky Way moves the galaxy, the ancient Taoist sayings, heaven and earth, oath confessions are difficult to sell. Tears in the world are dripping in heaven, and life and death are boundless and never forgotten. Nai I am light in the rivers and lakes, full of blood and tears to wash the dust, desolate and desolate, arrogant and resolute, the wind whispers, singing and singing sentences, there are guests in the clouds, no one in the wind, the night disappears red tears, the green valley is quiet, the old dream has the old time, you are just swaying the ink letterhead.

The pen is waving, the wind and ink are based on people, lovesickness is nothing, the sorrow is deep, and the mulberry face is not a person in the ink. Standing tall, the balcony has wind, the wind and rain are not happy, that far away, the end of the world, the night is more wind and cold and the thoughts dye the city sky, the inscription poem is a small thought, everything is empty. The river flows eastward, and the wind is smiling, and it is an old man in the mirror.

Lonely flowers flow for years, old things are not old things, know the moon, that year's flower festival, the passing years, the prosperity is exhausted, Nai Wu eyes do not know each other, look at each other and do not forget, tears wet thousands of lines of words know, hate sentences into hurt ink knowing. The guests dream of returning to the dry love flowers, listening to the heartbreak of the night of death, and gathering the eyebrows. I hate Hongchen in my life, and I am even more speechless, and I look at each other in my dreams.

Gusu is full of poetry at night after breaking the rain, dancing together lonely, lonely morning and twilight, swiping a pen and dripping ink words and sentences tonight, the deep wind guest falls into the soul at night, and the soul is broken and cannibalistic at night.

Flowers fall, line in a hurry, ecstasy is painful, where in the world to ask more affectionate, away from people's hearts soaked in tears, prosperous and empty hatred, how to teach lovesickness not to be painful? Break the soul first, hurt the body first, thousands of mountains and rivers are sad alone, the red dust is good, the message is lonely and only self-knowing, sighing and feeling weak, the road is negative, the years are like a dream, and the amorous is always ruthless and annoying.

One is like a house, the three more rains are not in tune, the lights of the Red House are bright in the middle of the night, the memories of thousands of years have been together, and the painful day does not understand the door of the night. The cold dew is silent and the night is long, the autumn is light and the moon bay, the tears are not dry, listening to the rain in front of the lamp alone, shaking hands and parting. The willows mourn the leaves from falling, tonight is the falling flowers, the autumn and so on, the falling flowers are full of Chang'an, the flowers fall like snow, then they feel that the sky is cold, and the intestines are broken and overnight.

The joy is far away, thinking about the past, with the wind, in the moonlight, the beautiful lady Jade Fat Tour, Sijun? Hate Lang? Don't hate the same, can't help the wind, and leave only a haggard body. It's a lonely night in late autumn, desolate and broken, and the dreams are full of thoughts, and pieces of sadness don't become soup, and they are even more hesitant. How can you forget the old things of the previous dynasty? The green shirt is wet all over, desolate, it is difficult to hide the soft intestines, looking forward to the end of the world, how much resentment fills the eyebrows, the thin love is like the cold moon, when this hatred has been, when this love is broken, burying love in the passing years, indifferent like the wind, only to know that the children's love is long and tasteless, reminiscing like water, relying on the wind, enduring to listen to the pipa without a word, playing all the hatred, going without a trace, the heart is like a lotus.

The dream of the Red Mansion shatters the mountains and rivers, picks up and thinks about Chang'an City, looking back at the past and flowing water, and the faint red dust under the moon. I was drunk and didn't know where to come, and I woke up from a dream to know half a lamp. There will be a time when flowers bloom and fall, so why pity the tears and wait. Even if the sea is as deep as the sea, how can it withstand the dancing butterflies? The sea has an end, but there is no end to lovesickness, the moon is full in the west building, still lonely, lovesick and far away, the pain is broken, but no one knows. The west wind is slightly cool, and I know it alone.

I met and fell in love with you, and I don't know how many lives I have begged in front of the Buddha. Finally, the Buddha took pity on my heart and let me finally meet you at this moment. Perhaps all this was arranged by the Buddha. Otherwise, how could the two hearts of the south and the north collide? For the hard-won fate of these lifetimes, I would like to turn into a flower under the window, and plant my thoughts into a forest in the stupid waiting. In the forest, caress a thousand-year-old guqin sound. With my full feelings, with the sun and the moon, with the wind and children, with you through one beautiful season after another.

Looking back, our love is still romantic. The Garden of Eden in the dream quietly flew over the fence of the mind and stood in the haze. Heart, in the sea of love, intoxicated. The ancient clock quietly revolves around the world, and the fingers of the passing years cherish the touching of the years. How many times in my dreams, love perched in the water and grass, rolled down into dewdrops, and smiled...... (To be continued.) )