The dream is not there, the smoke and rain do not leave the old city
Three thousand weak waters, in exchange for the fall of the string
Spring dream oblique moon tilt, drunk lying in the West Building to wake up
Looking back a few times, the green shadow orchid boat rowed
See all the flowers and tears, and the soul floats on the ground without sorrow
Luo Yixiang was also warm, and the bright moon went down to the West Building
How to count the autumn evening, the horse stepping on the green moss into spring thin
I didn't hear the piano and the song last night was good
Thousands of miles of thoughts, tears waving jade hands
People don't know where they are, how to keep each other when they meet
With this heart, for the heart of the king
Fools laugh at me, rain hit duckweed acacia still
The intestines are broken and looking forward to returning, and the window is soaked in ink and idle pen embroidery
When the love is deep, it is only a tomb of life and death
The clouds flew, the east wind passed, and the railing leaned on no one
Seems amorous, but ruthless
Yuyan has been in the past few years, and the ancient and modern intestines have been broken and reminiscent of life
The horizontal flute follows the breeze, and the raccoon yarn double stream shadow
The long night does not fall asleep, and the flowing Xia is drunk on Lanling
Jiangnan dialect is desolate, and Furong was not yesterday
Evening makeup building, Xiao Xiang rain
Wounded and dead always accompanied by Mulberry falling asleep, a night of eternal clutching
Tears splashed the lights, and the incense stained the old wind
Looking idly, the red dust has caused heartbreak several times
Willow blows broken, and remembers Qing, heartfelt who listens
It is this life, and it is another life
Under the remnant sun, the moon is west, and it seems that they look sorry for each other
The end of the world, the end of the world
A wave of smoke, a leaf boat, a pair of red beans and two sorrows
Nowhere to be found, nowhere to be found
The miserable wind can not blow away, and the autumn dream does not return to the wet shirt of tears
It is a new love, like an old grudge
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