Qingping joy 】 【
Silent on the west building, on such as hook, flick the wood smoke fragrant wingceltis, YanAi wind chill morning, my mind, I wonder if I can still can cut back, ink, paper bills at a poetry and two lines, bamboo tired in the couch, was full of melancholy, before who can see the changes in temperature and time, flashy, as YuChengHai, falls, flowers and see where the people enjoy flower, graffiti in great stone oath, how to stand at the spring of the sky.
The jade, weak case head optimal light, dots of burn into LaLei, lost out, red candles in one hundred, frost meaning, separate on a hanging stranded, looking back, the green flag is already half step out of the pounding, such as rising and falling writes, every little bit fu tormented the ladies of the hatred fu, a departure, even if the two separate, guard near the bridge in 24 GongYao, swaying of the wind, the words of the bad times trace, drunk catty solution fussing.
A roll of spirits, two feelings mutually yue, iii, waiting for four words destruction, just before dawn, six pieces of play xiao Que language, and it has seven colorful petals open, eight sentences into poetry, nine, ten room empty think the citizens, people like yellow flower, gaunt loss, and who could I? The curtain falls, the wind to cool slightly, not dangerous people look, the memory of the petals in cold night, a heart burn the cry out from the room, he went to stay on in the branches of the stone table, not jade stool, and will perplex per peduncle, residual, falls, the water techniques, hazy, poor for washing the moonlight.
【 midnight songs 】
Plum season, FenFeng memorial lost beauty, the silvery white, pure chance who YuanHun enchanting smile and heavy, the emergence of the smitten, yellow between the sheets of paper, who in three thousand hair who thought shaking, green pond, the raindrops kissed lotus leaf, soft yellow leaves, after the rain baptism, delicate and charming be about to drip. 窸 rustling sound, if the proceeding worm is not broken wooden boat, from the shores of stagnation in connection, YanYu jiangnan, picturesque, but on eyelash condenses into a amber tears, can you make people to the touch.
At midnight, the ink, crow speechless, push away the darkness magpie lonely window, through the window, in turn, just like your heart from the abyss of hell, haunter get us utterly exhausted, red line, but that it turns, I wish the birth of that day of, also can touch the warm light, alone in the room in the west wing, light, drunk in both tasteful served the black light the night, the eyes of the small drunk, gazing out looking, I saw a Suo YanYu floating river, mo pinglan, such as cool, thin alone wrist feebly chin, see not lonely past see sorrow.
Wet in the rain, "the night is poetic poetic in history, the depths, in string of heart, in season chills your, exceedingly sentimental, endless step, the song of yesterday, write a piece of our lives, and a blue day until the rain, MaSha between the lines and warm, still put don't open that chilly beautiful love red sludge, wild goose shadow. The song of the broken snow from whom the bridge came that shape the sad song sadness fell apart, in layers of swaying in rain.
【 meet huan 】
The annual rings of rolling long, dense with such as flower of sadness, who on the bridge to look at the scenery, and who scenery to decorate the who dream, hanging down the wing, will be engraved on 10 million hair with memory, the cold footprint smoke plume, but only two lines of the tears of a clear with the two lines of footprints in the snow, with XingHuaYu clothing, the mirror in beauty cold, silence, and refers to spend between heart cool, wanted to hurt you give little JueLian, but a ring, ice in emotion, the shade bubbling away the flow of trickle, rain dozen banana leaf, finally only drinks the blood and lovesickness.
Has not broken mirror that ends it, final words said the hammer, the pure in heart memory rondo, wanted to move on with the territory, but was moved, this remains the didn't leave of live, if only at what life such as sad autumn wind, if fan, letterhead you fine pen draw down and thoughts, most in my mind, BaZhan make up scenes now or reality, so you were from my memory is deleted, but with a mill in time into a thick layer of precipitation scale, but more than that with foam, the section of the river's lake in my mind, the glamour of the encounter is because I have to steal the clearance between the dream, locate the life the most precious of tears.
Tlot-tlot scattered over a flower, namely, lonely HuaTang deep courtyard. Piece of red Hugh and from Iraq, WuRen until all return. Farewell, announced the departure, departures, hope can also farewell, last year, the door today had red peach blossom set each other off. Don't know where to go, whom the peach blossom is still laugh at spring breeze. Through a gauzy heart, with a gentle wind blown gently, floral chance, while you in my eyes flashing, when we meet difficult don't also difficult, fly and lead one thousand lines of tears.
