Flowers look like brocades for peace, clouds flow through the water.
Yellow birds flutter with willows, and the spring breeze makes people sad.
A thought of folly is a thought of Prajna, and a thought of wisdom is a thought of Prajna.
Let love and hate startle the world, only with your hands do not separate.
I knew how it was that I didn\'t know each other at first.
Memory is a flower-free rose that never fails.
From then on, he let the moon go down to the West floor.
Listen to the snow falling in the snow tower, the other shore flowers blossom on the other shore.
When I wait for the Qing Dynasty in the south of the Yangtze River, can you send me jade silk books?
There are trees and branches in the mountains, but you don\'t know if you are happy.
The idle person Zhuangsheng poetry wine fairy, borrows a cup of wine to be at ease.
Gardenia blossoms in the earth and flowers in the autumn pond.
Flowers on the other side blossom on the other side, and desire River in front of the Nai River Bridge.
Every man is a man. Today is not yesterday. Spring is as old as ever. People are empty and thin.
Knowing that you are in love, I look at the sound of the river at the head of the river.
When you get to the door, you will know what\'s happening and what\'s happening when you look at your face.
Past love is deep, deep mountain sunset in late autumn rain.
The wind caressed the strings drunken, cold and cold.
Only a review of the emperor\'s feelings makes me miss the emperor\'s days and nights.
Nong put the paper kite in the clear sky, and the paper kite wanted to break the rope to the clouds.
Where there is no moon in the spring river?
Sadness emerges as fleeting years, and the Iraqi people shed thousands of tears.
He was unique in his life. He closed his eyes and grieved all his life.
Shadows scattered across the oblique water shallow, dark fragrance floating moon dusk.
When golden wind and jade dew meet, they win but there are countless people.
Whose finger, the flow is your light charming face?
Flowers fall deliberately with the flow of water, but the flow of water has no intention of falling in love with flowers.
28、上穷碧落下hu ang泉，两ch u茫茫皆不见。
Upper poor green falls down to Huangquan, and both are missing.
Night singing is king\'s dance, drinking cups all night.
The woman on the street is drunk at night alone, who wipes the tears of Acacia lightly.
Ander and the monarch refuse to teach life and death for love.
Watch the Way of Life, sit and wait for the flowers to fall.
Stumbling love, stumbling life.
Time flies like a golden ending like water, and the song ends with a broken heart.
Linglong dice Ann Red Bean, Acacia knows nothing.
How can a beloved become a cool man and miss the old man under the old city?
Linglong dice Ann Red Bean, into the bone Acacia Jun know.
Jiashan Spring Stone is a common memory, and the wind waves of Shilu are well known.
This can be remembered, but at that time has been lost.
Most of all, Zhu Yan\'s dictionary mirrors and rhetoric trees.
Store eternal love and crush the red love.
Wind-selling flame wax, dew drying oven, flower market light phase.
When they were young, they saw all the flowers in Chang\'an every day.
The whistle pigeon flew across the sky, leaving behind the sound of joy.
Thousands and thousands of seekers suffer together, a pair of people for a lifetime.
The chaos of the world, leaving, is not the son\'s luck.
Who can carry the wine to open the marigold and call the beautiful woman to dance and embroider the feast?
Spring heart does not flourish, an inch of Acacia and an inch of gray.
Looking back on the history of who, sand, smoke and dust.
Look at Xiao Xiao, only a few leaves, full of wind and rain.
Ten miles of peach blossom, a paper away from the umbrella with a beautiful woman.
If you lose the world, it\'s always just a flourish.
Not afraid of the wind and rain, just said, boiling wine and flowers.
Everything has its own arrangements. We just have to let nature take its course.
Fenghua refers to quicksand and old age is a period of time.
There will always be days to think about, but never to think about them.
I hold high for you, you take me all over the world.