Six classics of poem, butterfly and flower

 Six classics of poem, butterfly and flower

When swallows fly, green water is surrounded by people.

There is no grass in the end of the world!

Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people in the wall laugh.

Affectionate but heartless.

Inside the wall, there is a girl playing on the swing. The girl gives out a beautiful laugh, which can be heard by pedestrians outside the wall. Slowly, the laughter in the wall could not be heard, and the passers-by was lost, as if he was hurt by a heartless girl.

Standing in the wind of the dangerous building,

Look at the extreme spring sorrow, dark sky.

In the light of grass and smoke,

Without words, no one can rely on the appendix.

Im going to get drunk,

my clothes grow daily more loose, yet care I not,

I leaned on the railing of the high building for a long time, the breeze was blowing on my face, and I could not see the endless spring days. I was depressed and sorrowful, rising from the boundless sky. The green grass color and the misty clouds are hidden in the afterglow of the setting sun. There is no one to understand my feeling on the railing.

Intend to indulge in the unrestrained mood, raise a glass and sing loudly, barely laugh but feel meaningless. I am becoming thinner and thinner, but I still dont feel regret. I would rather be emaciated for her.

Butterflies in love with flowers and deep courtyard

Song Ouyang Xiu

The courtyard is deep,

Willows make smoke, curtains have no weight.

Yule diaoan is located in Youye, where zhangtai road cant be seen from the height of the building.

Rain and wind in March,

The door is closed at dusk and there is no plan to stay in spring.

Tearful eyes asked flowers not to speak, red flying across the swing.

How deep is the courtyard? Yangliuyiyi, flying pieces of smoke, a heavy curtain I do not know how many layers. The luxurious cars and horses stop at the place where the noble childe is having fun, and the road leading to zhangtai cant be seen even when climbing the high-rise building.

In the stormy late spring and March, it is impossible to keep the spring spirit even if the heavy door hides the dusk scenery. Tearful eyes ask about falling flowers can know my mind. Falling flowers are silent, disorderly, flying to the outside of the swing bit by bit.

Butterflies in love with flowers last night

Last night the autumn wind came.

The curtain on the moon is cold.

Thats like a year old.

Ill leave my house for you.

There is no difference in the width of the dress belt.

New books and newspapers make me haggard.

I, a traveller, have no intention of returning to the court. I wake up in my dream and feel sad. My pillow is full of tears of Acacia. Its not about anything else. Only for the new letters, but also add a lot of haggard.

Dont wake up if you are drunk.

Its easy to gather and disperse.

Half of the slanting moon still sleeps less.

There is no good plan for red candle to pity itself.

The night cold air tears for people.

Drunk farewell West Tower, wake up with no memory. Its like a dream in spring and a cloud in autumn. Its so easy to gather and disperse in life. Half of the window is slanting and the moon is dim. I still lack of sleepiness. The screen of color painting shows the green jade of Wushan mountain.

Butterfly in love with flowers

If there is any more leakage, the windlass will lead the gold well.

When you are wandering, dont worry.

The horizontal handle of the appendix upstairs,

The moonlight is bright and the crows are singing. There was no more leakage. The sound of shaking the windlass outside to draw water in the well spread into the room. The voice made the womans face more sad. A pair of beautiful and bright eyes shed tears. Her tears kept flowing all night, even the red cotton in her pillow was wet.

They came to the courtyard hand in hand, letting the frost wind blow her hair. The two sides of the parting are inseparable. The parting words make people cry and heartbreak. The stars are bright upstairs, and the Big Dipper is in the night sky. As the sky began to dawn, the crowing of chickens came from afar, as if urging people to separate.