In order to meet you in the spring, I described 5, bluestone alleys and 3, awning boats, and they are all waiting for you to help me cut the spring breeze in February.
Chunfeng once invited me to wait for the pear blossoms and the snow on the branches, and then it was drizzling at dusk and playing the flute all night. Blow out all the tenderness and joy, only let the prosperity last forever, and don't let the dreams fade. Now I have forgotten all about it, only like a crescent moon, thinking about it.
I just passed under a flower branch, but when I turned around, it was a long mountain and a long water, and thousands of trees were lonely.
The years are cool, a long misty rain, whose memory is wet, and whose gentle and lingering dream is left behind by the cream-colored Jiangnan.
I'm incompetent, and I haven't been favored by the girl. I don't blame her for bothering her for a long time. At this point, all my love stops at my lips and teeth, and I'm addicted to my years. Let's leave this life alone.
Pick up the axe to cut off this life, bring the ochre carp for the village mash, cut the silk tree, and the sky will hang down and break the book, and you will not dream of entering the river and lake. Crossing the spring to crow, baking tea and drying the grain, you come with me.
The night is deeper, so light a flower carving and slowly sing a song of Qin Sang. The spring breeze in March is chilly, and the drizzle is wet and covered with wind and frost. When the guests don't come, brew tea sobers up and drinks alone under the cold. I'll forget my past life when I move to the quiet place.
in the process of filling the crown, fame and fortune are sweet, and the jade dish is the capacity, not the ugliness. Sip drinking water, stone chambers and danqiu, the moon invades the cold felt, and the sea is in the autumn sky. Standing in the clouds, the smoke of the five lakes is in your arms.
spring stings are shocking, and you can enjoy the rain in plain clothes. Should be camel cloud missed the spring, just call The Last Month Of Summer greasy kiss lotus fragrance. You stand far away, wearing faded blue silk, folding your shoes, blowing willows through the corridor, awakening the fish in the river and coming back to me.
even if the house is shabby and the stove is cold, it is easy for you and me to hold a bad wine and pretend to be drunk and stroke the Spring and Autumn Festival by mistake.