The night is dim, the clear water is curved by the railings, I hate that the dew blows the frost, and the beauty paints the pavilion without saying a word. Love is difficult and easy, I promise myself in vain, my tears are stained with my fingers without trace, and I can lift all

The night is dim, the clear water is curved in the railings, I hate the dew blowing the frost, and the beauty paints the pavilion without saying a word. Love is difficult and easy, I promise myself in vain, my tears are stained with my fingers without trace, and I can lift all the cold sky in the song. When you walk in the lamp, leave a proverb, there are thousands of knots in your heart, and who can think of the ruler and the ruler, a thousand words? Even if the world is a hundred years old, the world is separated by one another, it would be like a person who first met. The cup is full of loneliness, and the cup alone is facing the sky without any night. The music and singing every night, the bright moon is thousands of miles away, listening to the greetings of the Guzheng song, and smiling in the dream. When the bright moon sends lovesickness from afar, only you can learn from it.
​ The wind is shining, the red leaves are gone, and the heart is afraid of the autumn sorrow. The bead curtains hang under the eaves, the sycamore trees in the deep garden, and the wet banana trees are melting lonely and lonely. The cold and veiled gauze, but Xiaoxiang rain locked the window, and the beautiful face in the green phoenix mirror was remembered. When we looked at each other and drew Pingtung, we stroking the stringed zither upstairs at dusk. The dark eyebrows are three thousand sorrows, and the joy and hatred are melting. My heart is silent every night, and I walk with my dreams in front of the drunken cup. The thoughts are surging, the peach blossoms are drunk, the wind and water are roaring and the sound of silk. Lying on, listening to the horse crying urgently, the man in the sand is thinking endlessly, the wind is tied to the eaves bells...
​ I look forward to the shadow of the clouds in the window for a night, and I lose all the lights until dawn. The heart is exuding, the intention is calm, the red candle is waiting to be cut and the deep eyes are condensed. When the geese return, the moon is not clear, and the beautiful stamens fall off the shoulder tassels. I ask speechless every day, and I look at the flowers floating. The rain urges the sky to dawn, and the bamboo forests are filled with the slanted paths of the stones. The smoke is covered with night, and the clouds and waters are in the south of the river. I remember you, who will drink it with you? Half a cup of thin wine continues the previous alliance. When you are exhausted, who will remember you in the green flowers? The cold heart chasing the fragrance of the shadow, and every thought of the wind.
​ The dream is desolate, the world around you is full of snow, and you are leaning on the railings. Three thousand tears in the weak water, and one song of the song is chaotic. Who is the infatuation of Shen Yun? Untitled small make order so sad. The tassels fly and the stems are scattered with cold frost, and the crescent moon is speechless. How many winds and rains are there, and I think about it. Xiaoxiang is talented and has a great feeling, and his feelings are thousands of miles away from you. A wisp of fragrance is about to cover up, and the clear pavilion is in the clear pavilion, and the beautiful night is filled with traces of lovesickness. The flowing clouds are wide sleeves of jade and jade piano, like dreams of flowers in the spring river and talking together. The heart is filled with inches, the fragrance is ten miles away from the bank, and the moon is found in poetry. There are countless fallen tassels, and the crabapple is red all over the green railings, and it is not clear that the night is cold. The dew is covered with clothes and the fireflies are drifting, and the crescent moon is slanting in the Loulan. How to spread the frown? Who will roll the wet ink in autumn? The thin silver hair is hard to fall, and you still need to add new words to the pen, and you are obsessed with beauty. The purple swallows lower their curtains, missing each other and resentful. Who dances under the moon, and the strings of the qiuqiu are all over the ages. Nothing is graceful, who can express your wishes by slight words? How to teach the west wind to fill the building and lean on the railing alone. The faint fragrance of the two sleeves is hidden, the slanting shadow is sang the wind and the moon, but we meet each other in our dreams...