Lift the gold bottle in the remote night pavilion, walk around the flowers and plants, drift away from the wind and rain wet the lips, the cool autumn is temporarily coming, after July, gradually feel more sad, spring to summer away from the wind and rain, hazy light moon cloud shadow deep.

Who keeps the peach blossoms in March, the willow and apricot are deep in the spring darkness, the wall is gradually withering with the wind grass, there is no apricot blossom fragrance in the courtyard, who is on the swing, smiling softly, a piece of fragrant feelings, the world is already full of frost trees.

Outside the window, the light rain continues to be in the sky, the falling flowers are not fully intended, the thin clothes are not tolerant of the cold time, the guest soul in the dream thinks of the homeland, wakes up and suddenly feels sad, I can't help but learn a Qu Zi sigh, several times greedy and happy, unwilling to go alone to the railing, hundreds of miles, thousands of rivers and mountains, don't feel the time is difficult, look at the flowing water to the south of the Yangtze River, people have gone, the years have been disabled, I have to sigh in vain, how a good wind, can send me Qingyunjian.

Deep murmuring, shallow resentment, long rhyme, short sigh, grass-colored smoke and clouds, a crescent moon rose in the field like the sea, a flame in the heart, illuminating the other side, the petals that are chasing the water and waves, for a willow sheng to blow the love that the singer can not sing; The bluestone that fell into tears has become a thought that we can never penetrate.

Radiating the dancing wind, looking at the river and the moon like a sickle, I want to wipe away the whimpering in the wind, how can the forest flowers be too sudden, the morning rain and the evening frost rouge tears, hand in hand with Fengqiao to stay drunk, wordless West Building, who sees the words of the flowers blooming, jade smoke.

The lonely sycamore is deeply locked in the courtyard, who pities the cicadas in the early autumn? Cut off the old madness, sort out the chaos of the past, there is no need to lament the sorrow, all kinds of tastes, bitter, spicy and sweet, someone has to taste them all.

How many things in the past, between the spring flowers and autumn moons, who lies alone in the wind and rain in the small building, the jade carved fence is unbearable, year after year, the hatred of life is inevitable, only the sad soul sighs, the dream feels tears and hangs, who accompanies the lonely shadow high-rise building, look up to the sky is cloudy and autumn, the past is empty, not as in a dream.

A mountain covers several mountains, the water cold smoke is farther away, the sky is far away who reads the maple leaf dan, the acacia for the chrysanthemum remnants, the wild goose has left the people, the cloud Dan Dan Qing people do not return, sigh of sighing, deep cover the heavy door, only a curtain of wind and moon leisure.

The remnants of the candle leak out of the frequent thoughts, the world is cold with the water, I want to come to the floating life and many dreams, there are not many lonely guests at night, the wall is stable and slow, the jade tree Qiongzhi shakes the shadow, the smoke has been a few phantom snow deserts, once I hear the parting song, the tears on the seven strings fall again, I can't bear to say lonely to the scene, and there are so many sad pasts.

The autumn wind courtyard is dyed with frost, the bead curtain is idle and the tears and candlelight are rolled, the golden sword dances with cold light, and the ambition is inevitable.

The evening scene is cool and the moon is sprinkled, the jade building Yao Hall Qin Huai'an, don't come to the spring has been disabled, the soft intestines are unbearable, the autumn wind and reed flowers are like snow chaos, the body is brushed off the frost and reappeared, the geese return to the south, the road Yao Yin will not be returned, the hatred is just like the barren grass, and the withered glory is buried in the heart of the field at the age of one year.

Drifting canopy turns candles and dreams back, people who want to find old traces are gone, the sky is painful, full of hatred, in vain let the wish go against the word, looking at the passing water in the east of the dancing pavilion, the moon pond shades the flowers and the pavilion rains, and the slanting sun refuses to pity each other again.

The guests have dispersed, the courtyard is idle, the people return to the painting hall and half cover the curtain, the forest wind is sorrowful, the night is tired, the small building is crescent, and then look back, and who is self-fiberd.

People are old and spring, the new sorrow and hatred are difficult to go away, the pine wind and Qiang flute music in the Xuan window, the sound startles the intoxicating face, the east wind blows the water around the mountain, the mountain ranks the red sun and the sun shines late, the falling flowers are everywhere, the poems and books are drunk in the dream, the sound of the ring is urging the evening makeup, who can leave the old green mustache, even if the scene cherishes the old face, but how can it be embarrassed, leaning on the column alone at dusk.

The night is deep and people can't sleep, the moon is cold and the autumn bamboo wind is cold, the small courtyard is green to the willow eyes, the spring lover is speechless, even if the new moon and the old bamboo are like the year, the sheng song dream is broken and the bottle is broken, the lotus pond ice is not fragrant, the quiet overflow red house candle is dark, the residual snow and frost are difficult to break, the brocade is cold at the beginning, and the first time I wake up is more leaky.