When we watched Nanxue, Meihua and I grew old together. Wenshan is soft and dry, not as good as your eyebrows. Mint, in the old days, youth never dies and songs never stop. A good marriage is a godsend, three lives and three lives, and the peach blossoms are bitter.

Leave cinnabar tears empty, such as residual flowers. I am three thousand years old, and I still remember that I am a man on the moon. Liu Yaoqin is singing and dancing, which seems to reflect the surprise of that year. Who stirred the feelings in a few words, who shook the nebula with a smile.

I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and nights singing nightmares, singing prosperity and singing all the memories. A person will meet two people in his life, one is amazing and the other is gentle.

That year, it was drizzling by the West Lake Bridge. A rain, a bridge and a paper umbrella covered two figures. Where the lights are dim, looking up at the stars, it's all you, but it's all you. Out of the water, whose years are mottled.

You said you like pear flowers with white, misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and I wore a spring shirt to praise the south of the Yangtze River. When the moonlight comes to warm the wine, Shan Qin advises you not to drink a glass of wine, but you can get drunk without getting drunk.

Maybe I forgot a bleak moonlight, which belongs to the dusty people; Since then, the clouds have overwhelmed the dreams of the Milky Way, and I have never seen your eyes again. The mountain is high and the moon is small. The moon is so small and bright. I think, but I can't see the distance, and my heart is quiet.

I have a pot of exquisite wine, with the moon as the pillow and the dew as the quilt, and a pot of past events to pour a cup with you. Life is like the wind, with scattered joys and sorrows, all connected with the river.

Looking back, the years can't stay. Cohesion can't delay time. So, I am relieved. I missed the ancient meaning of Chang 'an and the flowering period of Luoyang. I caught a glimpse of your blue boat wading away in the calla lily in Gusu.

Find an uninhabited valley, build a wooden house, pave a bluestone path, and feel at ease with you in the morning bell and dusk drum.

In spring, I saw autumn leaves and winter snow in Xia Feng, traveled all over Qian Shan and hid in Qian Shan, but Cangshan is not as beautiful as you in spring and autumn.

Whoever burns a cigarette on his back will break the vertical and horizontal ties. I want to see the world go round, and I have no place to fall. Linglong shares are full of red beans. I don't know if I missed them.