2. If you change your style, I will turn into rain, guard by your side, and smile like a beauty.
3, snow falls, branches have no leaves, flowers are like smoke, Iraqis have gone, drunk to see flowers in the fog.
4. How many troubles are there now?
5, the mountain height does not know the southeast, the left is also west, and the right is also west; Looking back on Chang 'an, I shed tears.
6. In the era of low complaint, despite resentment, tears of praise and autumn leaves fall on the earth.
7. I've been singing this song all my life. When you come, I'll whisper it when it fades.
8. Fire-dyed Maple Forest, song month, Qionghu, the first floor of Long song. Every year, before and after the flowers, a statue of mellow wine. Water falls red-violet, only jade Qing heard it, but the situation is still the same.
9, a farewell, stained with Tang poetry and Song poetry, lost in the golden years, wrote a gorgeous farewell, sleeping in that life with the pain of displacement, sad and sad. Pointing to the falling flowers, the rain is turning into a butterfly, and the dream of lingering wind and smoke, I know the pain under a scroll of Sanskrit. Jinse is boundless, fragrant flowers are diffuse, and it is gorgeous for generations. Jin Ge condensed the moment of youth, romantic, fragrant and lingering sleeves, and pipa flicked solo.
10, the rain gradually stopped, and the dead flowers and leaves danced with the wind, turning page by page, and the soul traveled back to thousands of years ago.
1 1. Who can laugh at ten years of suffering and shoot the sky and the moon? Who can put Long song's tears in the cup? Who can travel all over Qian Shan just to embrace each other? Who can risk one's life to pour out all kinds of amorous feelings for you? Is it love or delusion? You really don't understand. Everything is empty?
12, the moon is surrounded by stars, the stars are accompanied by the moon, the stars are bright, and the moon is stupid; Drunk butterflies, butterfly lovers, butterfly dances, and flower smiles.