After that dusk, it was another month like a hook; opening the chapter of Tang poetry and Song poetry, in the soft red Yi Cui's covenant, maybe, the story starts from here, maybe, the worry is fixed here. In the sigh of acacia, when I inadvertently knocked down the Red Cup in a Tang poem, and used the bones of the Book of Songs to ask the clear sorrow in Song Ci, brother, you know, all thoughts are helpless, all helpless In the midst of the reliance, leaning on the sycamore with spring branches, I took a hookah with a tiny rhyme, and with an extremely pious heart, I used geese and orioles to build a spring blossom for you in the crystal color paper ruler City. Blowing the red curtains, with the sound of the rain reminding the parasol, spring is surging in my heart. Lin Lang's slang opened one by one, which meant that my heart was stained with green and deep, and sat cross-legged on my tender edition. In order to spread the red and colorful quatrains, and for the romantic beauty of the curtain, in the mirror flower of Acacia, I am carrying Waner with the feeling of cutting clouds and wind, and with the charming charm of looking back and smiling, Yu Yu The flowery language of the desire to describe the bright sunshine. Brother, you know, on the stranded blue boat, who dipped my tenderness and wrote a fascination, who drew Ling Ge to drunk my crooked eyebrows, and who called the breeze to comb me Double 鬓. Earlier, I thought you were just a cup of spring breeze and drunk red peach green willow. When thousands of heart knots spread in my palm, when the turbulent heart flow flew up my tears with the ups and downs of the bells of the Maple Bridge, I did not expect you to knock on the pink and green willows in the poetic years Heart palpitations, also provoked me into a long way of thinking, toward the lingering and lingering in Song Ci, and sighing with the beautiful beauty of pain in the bushes of love flowers, sighing off the weak water for three thousand. By asking my brother, do you have the same blue silk and red sleeves in your heart? I ’ve searched through the flat wind and snowy moon, looking at the season, always looking forward to stepping back to the moonlight with you, and invite the butterfly wings to fall on your shoulder; always looking forward to pouring a warbler with you, and drinking a glass of Fang Fei Murmur with it. Unseen wishes and figures that are far away and near, brother, guess what one of the exquisite enchantments is me, which is my olfactory plume when I bow my head with affection; which one is me, it is me straight down three Thousands of feet low; which drop is me, the slim voice on Wu Yinxian; which drop is me again, frowning ... In the watchful look, my brother, I indulge in the vastness of the magnificence. On the title page of the Book of Songs, I will use the flowers to delicate willows, pick the blooming acacia, and stay in the warmth of the neon light. A token of the West Chamber listening to the harp, picking up the elegant and elegant words, picking a line of Yuanqu's charm, Yan Yan Yufei is waiting for the wind of Yangliu An to hold you, holding your Junlang and Gentle, talking to me in the night of Yuelang Xingxian. I can't let go of this dusty thought, I touched the whisper of the belt gradually widening, I really want to tell you, my true love is still alive on the pink petals, and I sang the wind and snow in Tang Feng Song Yun! Loop by loop, heavy and heavy, brother, you know, this sigh, can this sigh just be a slow sigh in the acacia tone? You know that sentence, after the dusk, the begonia is still the same, the red fat is disappearing ... In the wind and rain of the Tang and Song dynasties, in the warp, warp and weft of the dream weaving, brother, I am waiting, waiting for you to use the cloud of eight thousand miles, in the cascading and heavy crystals, Cui Cuoxiao's peach blossoms appear; waiting for you to use The month of eight thousand miles, combing my ups and downs in the ups and downs; waiting for the drunk you to write a pen and give me this volume of infatuation; to wait for the bay in your eyes to care for and flow Into my heart spring, flowing into my glamorous and pale, simple and complicated thoughts ... I am also drunk and awake, and I am awake and drunk. In the worries of waking and drunk, I use a tie of a flat, a note of you, a pen of the look of the face, in the cardamom sticky notes deeply and deeply loved, one by one Yangdi expresses the strong spring for you, and writes the peach red for you. I hope you, brother, I hope that you can carve a variety of styles, from the cold nights with heavy doubts in the mountains and waters, through the icy bustling, walk into the smoke and rain in the dark and bright flowers, and into the Tang and Song dynasties The depth of the flowers gently wiped away my teardrops and quietly wiped out my two creams. Let Lihua and Lihua go out of a tangled Tang and Song dynasty, and let Taohong and Taohong's state of mind express a legend about the case ...
