Ask for at least ten pieces of aesthetic ancient customs.

The breeze is cool in Xu Lai, the rain is raining, and the lotus pond is full of green leaves. Competing to see the hibiscus bloom, who are you competing with? Dragonfly has long wanted to talk, so she should know her. Drunk dancing and joy, a wisp of fragrance sent away. Swift in the water, hoping that the sunset will reflect the red cup lamp. If you miss the past, you may become a dream again. My heart is not cold, the moon is not round, and my face is full of tears. Ask where you are going, how can you bear to watch, and don't let the boat dock. Slow voice and love

● Childhood falls, flowers are inexhaustible, and tea is cold. Peony laughs, July 7, the building is not booked. The geese fly alone, why is the cloud lonely, and duckweed is helpless. Phoenix travels alone, the Minjiang River is blue, and the wind and rain attack each other. Time is broken, who can remember the reunion of love and pets? Fan Yang's rebellion, when people die, political interest and kindness are hard to tie. Youth is exhausted, essence is exhausted, and ancient wells are sad. Thinking about the place to drink, what else can you think of? A new topic of heartbroken.

Low clouds, slowly clear shadows, swaying dreams. Drunk listening to gossip, rain relief, night talk, drunken moon talk. Eyes blurred, like a piece of spring water rippling, a small orchestra melodious. It is permeated with beauty, contains sadness, draws words and engraves memories. Can you write an affectionate heart sound on rainy days? Looking back, sighing speechless; Wear Qian Shan, wade thousands of waters and cross Qian Fan; When it is freezing, pillows ring in the sky. A piece of ci fu is like a lotus cup, asking the wind and wine, drinking all the dust.

● The flowers in the dream fly for several autumn days, and the beauty is damaged and tears flow. Jianqing Road is endless, and ancient war horses hiss endlessly. The willow painting bridge makes people feel wrinkled, blindfolded and shoulders floating. In the moonlight, I ordered a cup of mellow wine, which made me feel cold and resentful. The fog is heavy, the smoke is dazzling, the screen window is cold, the candle shadow is turbulent, the flowers are falling and dying, the piano is hazy, and the acacia is thin and beautiful. The moon is broken, the jade pillow is sleepless, the eyes are pink and tearful, the white sword is clear, the smoke curtain, the horse is far away.

When the spring rain crosses the Green Bridge, my heart is melancholy. I play a lute and think about the past, lingering around and listening to the heartbreaking whisper. A wisp of dream, fragrance. Alone by the bar, the sound of the wind, alone, rhyme, mountains and rivers. In the quiet music of ancient times, there is always something hidden in a pipa without entering the world. In this way, I only locked my sadness in the world of mortals and let go of the bound feelings in my life.

● The smoke and sand are boundless, the temples are stained with frost, and the night rain at the porch window is longer. The embroidered couch is bleak, lonely and melancholy, and the dream is flowing. Singing in the dream, the fog covers the silver light, and the fragrance falls. Beside the ancient road, you hold a sword and stare with tears in your eyes. Autumn is red, the dust is boundless, the sword is pale, and the thin horse is heartbroken. I still remember you once said that the red makeup will never be forgotten, and the cold rain has not stopped, but Huasan is very cold. Hate drunk eyes, lost soul, dry stream, Meng Han flower curtain.

● Cold smoke on the stranger, drifting away in late autumn, leisurely heart, leaning lightly on the castle, enjoying a ray of leisure. The wind swept away the yellow leaves, raised the dust, and removed the romantic past of China. I can't remember how many times, a person leaned lightly on the pavilion and quietly looked down at the leaden sky, which made people depressed. However, at that moment, sadness was faintly revealed, with a ray of loneliness and leisure, wandering in the drifting countryside.

At that time, your sword whined, the horizon was heartbroken, the ancient road was barren, and you whipped on the battlefield. That year, I burned incense in front of the temple, closed my eyes and prayed in a low voice. Don't forget. The smoke in the city is speechless, and the broken bridge is full of flowers. For many years, I have been waiting for your pleasure. There has been no first month, no February, no snowy month. The white clothes in front of the mirror are stained with frost, and you are worried after leaving. The east wind is painted on the bridge, and the piano rhyme is elegant like a dream, with clear eyes and always welcoming the gentleman.

● It's all simple poems with broken words, and the feelings of the three students are deep and shallow. Since then, you have been waving your sword on the battlefield, waiting for your thoughts. Warm wine in the porch window and fiddle with the strings alone. Who whispers in a dream and meets fallen leaves in autumn?

The water flows by itself, and the lingering flowers rain at night, and Hou Jun returns to acacia. The sword on the battlefield tries the throat, but the tears on the red paper are not collected. Zhu Yan was thin and empty, and he was worried when he heard the news. Music breaks the hook of the moon, darkens the night sky, and the rhyme of the piano makes people feel wrinkled and sad. Who is staring endlessly in the ocean of flowers?

Snow came in winter, and it didn't feel cold, but geese ate grass and left injuries. Cloud embroidered ethereal sky for petticoats, moonlight starlight shoulders. Skinny bones can't stand the frost after snow, and ghosts can only show their fragrance. Liver and gallbladder snow-melting wine permeates the intestine and enters the heart ice stasis cavity. Insomnia every night is embarrassing, and every word is cool. Thoughtful, tearful, frivolous, all because of willfulness and perversity. Waves don't pass the breeze, and the Ming Dynasty treads the waves and passes the dust. I miss thousands of feet every year.

● The sound of nature is far away. Turn off the lights and hide the veil. Think of the green yarn and leave the moonlight idle. Riding alone in Liaoyuan, the snow seals the sword, the birds hiss and the wind is dumb, and the fog rolls. Hedge arms are tied, the boat is spinning, and the stars are blue and black, covering the night sleep.

● A glass of rocking the city, shallow listening to the rain. Clear, continuous and night. Looking back at the horizon, there is a half-opened lake on the string. Blue, clouds and clear. The wind chimes dance lightly, and the smoke from the kitchen behind the house is like a butterfly, and it is filled with ethereal monologues and becomes a dream. Warm palms, you can enjoy the quiet and quiet under the moon. A monsoon swept over the soul's spiritual cloud, in which I sat with Shu Su's words. Dust blowing, kiss xiu, bright moon, shallow bypass the palm of the season.

● Rouge is stained with plain white satin embroidered with plum sleeves, and the sky is a little red. At the beginning of the night rain, there was a sound of flowers falling lightly, and a bright moon intoxicated me. Step on the moon window, melt a room of lights and enjoy the silence. At that moment, I was inadvertently addicted to it. The flowers had already fallen into the case, the ink had become fragrant, and the pen had faded ... After many years, thanks to bloom, the plain was still clear.

Who teaches the lesson of floating world, the spindle plucks the strings and sings softly, listening to the beauty of mourning and continuing to play low. Think of weak water 3 thousand, rouge gouache soft fragrance should hate infinite, long sigh. On that day, in Yuan, there were dark tides inside and outside, only one Iraq, and people were alone. Autumn leaves are chaotic in two places. Yue Xi, Princess of Shuomo, said on the string that her hometown is very cold every night. The history of Qing Dynasty has been lost, but the elegance has not changed. Three support Wei Ziting, knowing who alone keeps the spring breeze full of Xishan and cuts it.

Long love blue withered, hibiscus autumn waters bloom. Blush with dew, learn to cry. Xia Xiang smoked Leng Yan, and the clouds curled up. On rainy days, the frost is as cold as old Fang Fei. Who were you drunk with? Last year, I spent a lot of money, but now it flies away like a butterfly. Charming fairy flowers explain the story, and light spring willows can sleep. Deep in the jade building, in front of the window. Dream back to the grass night, and the song will fall into the air. Deep water thick smoked embroidered quilt. Floating clouds and shallow drinking gold boats. Green smiled pitifully. Don't be like a cloud, but like a moon.

● Husband is beautiful, including ornaments of yin and yang. Covered with algae, like the wings of jade, it's wonderful. Its image is unparalleled and its beauty is endless; This is not a program; The stone hid his face, making his face bloodless. Looks rich and graceful, jade face moist. The eyes are so beautiful that you can see. Eyebrows are connected with moths, and lips are like Dan. The quality is practical, and the ambition is to solve the Thai problem while the body is idle. It is quiet and swaying on the earth.

● The wind is like water, wrapped in silver, and there is a dream of crossing the bridge. Dimfragrance, small courtyard, begging for the moon at will. Pick a wisp of lotus and embroider a butterfly to pick it. Tinkering is a rare moment, with fine eyes and fine eyes and drunkenness. Lights are like rain and fireworks, and youth will grow old. Wutongying, weaving cattle night, lying and watching the present. The incense tray is wrapped in green silk, and on the first day of the month, it worships Yunqiao. Respect silent admiration again, and the heart of the piano is hard to say, stroking the place where the brocade string is found. Hedong clouds drift by, and Moody is far away in Hexi.

● Qingming War, Peach Blossom Fan. The old courtyard missed the idea and left late. Xiang Jun is bright, Hou Sheng is dark, the breeze shakes the leaves, and the two feelings are separated. Chaos, chaos, chaos. Like a flower, nun Abandon the vows of eternal love. White folding fan, Zhu Danman, peach blossom still, plain silk red splash. Rest, rest, rest.

● The grass is green and the warbler flies to the Qiongzhi, and the mountains are thousands of miles away. The moon tower renders the Yao court, and the heart is soft and the flowers are full. Light as a dream, oblique fragrant willows, light smoke, green water, little Qin Zheng. Moon coagulation, hiring Ting Cui clothes, flying flowers to wipe. Diana gathered and became gentle, and a scene of moonlight poured down on the court. Dimfragrance sleeves, met Bi Hen, staring at the magnolia. Fanghua butterfly dance, Qingmen drink, a cup of light sorrow wine, drunken willow.

Long eyes, touching and caring for each other. Make out, sooner or later. There is a harp, full of ears. It worried me, so I had to take Yuanyang heron with me. Long eyes, touching and caring for each other. It's hard to talk when you think backwards. Lan Guiqi Fang, turtle-aged crane life. Express my feelings and spend a long time with you.

● A piece of paper is pale, a piece of paper is sentimental, a piece of paper is falling, a piece of paper is a dream, a piece of paper is cold, a piece of paper is autumn water, and a piece of paper is sad. Next time, it is a dream, and the autumn moon is in the sky; Who is wearing red makeup, desolate as a dream, often in autumn water and in dreams? A cavity full of music, piano for half a month, looking alone, rustling, cold wind stinging, dull pain, singing about wine, tears scattered in yellow, ink, fluttering moonlight melody, butterfly language leisurely, bearing a touch of meaning.

Dancing in a shallow cup, drunk in the breeze, Xiaoyun's waning moon is falling in the blue sky. Furry eyes are blurred, with a little red in green. Last night, the golden bottle was full of wine, and the scholar was laughing and laughing. At dawn, he was hung over, holding the piano and playing the flute, lying across the lake, regardless of the cold wind; When I woke up this morning, I was vaguely beautiful dancing, dressed in red, dancing quietly, taking off, stepping on clouds and laughing in the lotus, which was like a dream.

● Beauty is short, but dust is hard to break. The dancing moonlight is intoxicating, and the misty mist caresses your heart. Tomorrow's peach blossoms will grow in dreams. Lying laughing at the spring breeze, full of self-love. The lonely shadow leans against the window and looks at the cold. It is difficult for Iraqis to comb their old wounds alone. Only Leng Yue will be cool in the future. Who and I, * * * pity Iraqis in the dust? The world of mortals is deep and exhausted. The broken night is long and desolate, and the joys and sorrows are old. Put pen to paper, white paper drunk tears.

● Life is too short, why hate it? Make things in the cup. The view of beauty is not enough, just like roaming and painting a wall. Wealth is hard to last, fame is useless, and snow melts in hot weather. See through, why fight for heroes? A hundred flowers fall, and they will still struggle for hair next year. It is hard to say goodbye to an old friend, and the firefly in the dream goes out. Since falling into the world of mortals, the vicissitudes of life have gone through and turned into frost. Regardless of honor or disgrace, a pure heart is like a bright moon.

● Cordyceps sinensis, acacia wine, a dream in the late Qing Dynasty; Look at the present, drunk last night, but watch the beauty smile. A few affectionate, all troubled, all empty and melancholy; Worried about rising, laughing in the pool, drinking on the moon. Sigh tonight, meet after a long separation, the world is hard to break; For nine days, the clouds were moving and cold and empty. Flying sand and walking stones, dew condensation, birds singing in the morning; Loose and energetic, feeling like the world, laughing and provoking the world of mortals.

Look at the ups and downs of the world, sigh the world of mortals, and the past is like smoke. Hiding mottled circulation, with tenderness, living by the water. Stepping on a piece of clear water, I came to dream. With the elegant charm of silk and bamboo, I walked beside Song. Accompanied by the background color of the years, I appreciate Mei Zhu, despise the wind and cloud, listen to the drums in the morning and evening, and I fall asleep with my piano on my pillow. Smelling the fragrance of poetry, singing the wind, singing the moon, fascinated by dreams. Roll up the curtains of dreams, and my heart flies with dreams. There is a song in my heart, going around.

● From the heart, sadness comes from it. Pear blossoms are white, eyes look at each other, lotus steps are graceful, butterflies are fluttering, flowers are exquisite, the moon is quiet and delicate, and the sand is delicate, as if from Gu Mo. Lotus skirt bloom, singing softly. A plain paper umbrella, graceful, slender waist and weeping willows, fragrant as a garden, quiet as Galand, stands gracefully in the misty south of the Yangtze River. It was spring and drizzling. A thousand miles of smoke, a castle in flowers.

The piano has seven strings, and the horns and feathers are palace merchants. The heart is in harmony, and the bullet seeks to burn. This is thanks to Xi, and I am taking off. Xuanyuan worships the earth and has no borders. You think about your heart, you are crazy about your beauty, and you are nervous. Finger is the last song, and the voice is ringing. The lyre is compassionate.

The blue is far away, the smoke is sad, and the willow cannot bear it. Song Zuoshi, looking for a violet, Ling Bo shore, according to the running water, only acacia unchanged. Who is the woman who sings and dances lightly? If the lotus is green, it will wither and leave. Hibiscus sings Hibiscus song on her face, and her voice is white. Now she is gloomy and has a long rhyme, which seems to linger in his New Year. You don't know when the rain falls and the flowers fly. Lotus feather is full of old things, in vain. Looking back, there is no dependence, the lotus is licking. If you are drunk, you will become a world in the blink of an eye.

● Coagulation

In the eyes, there are thousands of miles of smoke, pavilions with flowers, and the depths of misty water clouds. The ancients are deducing thousands of customs in the illusory world. The antique people and the antique clouds are quietly spreading in their minds, a graceful and meticulous elegance, and a graceful and light elegance. Push a passionate maple red, put nostalgic words, fade away all the joys and sorrows in the world, hold your gentle hand, snuggle up on your generous shoulder, and turn into a butterfly as close as wings, regardless of life or marriage.

● On the bank of the agarwood pavilion, the peony in the spring breeze, full of acacia, just like the water rouge under the dim light, like a dream in the south of the Yangtze River, a pair of misty eyes are soft as the spring breeze. If the rain falls, Liu Mei will describe this bend and come back to meet you? If you don't know the flower language, who is the flower lingering with? A wisp of acacia is soft and stretched. If you want to return to your heart from a clean stream, your thoughts will be hazy, your eyes will be white, and you will look at Lian Bu Mountain.

Rivers are thousands of miles away, Wan Li is cloudless and Wan Li is cloudless. The wind is slow and the lotus pond is far away, and the hibiscus is like a surface. The pool flower falls in shadow, the candle tears flow in the heart, and the moonlight splashes at night, not for autumn sorrow, until somewhere else. Charming, smiling at clouds and water, smiling at the moon falling on the water. Zhu Xia passed quickly, it was autumn rain, listening to the storm, saying goodbye and never looking back. If you want to send a foot of colorful stationery, mountains and rivers will meet, and the wind will slow down the lotus pond and send incense far away. Love is in the world, and it is destiny takes a hand to meet you again.

● The night snow falls like a feather, one after another, blooming in the quiet and mellow rhyme of Tang poetry and Song poetry. Ai Rui is dense, the waning moon disappears, plum blossoms are covered with snow, a smart chord is brushed away, and a quiet rhyme is overlapped. Eternal tenderness is written as a snow petal at this moment. Tired of seeing Joan Ying by the window, who cares? Oh, try a touch of frosty plum makeup, a slow stroke, listening to misty rain, singing drunken flowers, watching the sea of clouds but singing the phoenix flute.

● Twist the red note by hand and lock the eyebrows, which makes you feel infinitely sad and difficult to send. Mourning Zheng Yi's smashing, his fingers curled up, the jade column flew obliquely and heartbroken, the grass was green and cold, and the spring mountain eyebrows were low. Thousands of miles away, the fog fills the air, the moon yarn blows, and the ice muscles jade bone. Candle shadow red, slightly drunk west building, Haitang all gone, water gentle. Cold fairy full of love, misty rain, a wisp of fairy sound, foggy river bank. Who saw a beautiful woman's lonely wet skirt, causing a lotus plant in one season?

● The moonlight is hazy, and bamboo shadows are shaking outside the blue screen window. The stars are sparse and the breeze blows in front of the secluded house. Sweet skirt with green sleeves, sitting alone in front of the pool. Play the guqin clearly, and play it by hand. If the piano sounds picturesque, a roll of soft and fragrant scenery; The sound of the piano is poetic and elegant; The piano sounded like tears and fell to the ground with scars; The piano is sad, the moonlight is blurred, the water waves are swaying, and a pool of acacia is broken. Abandon the piano and go home. Leng Yue entered the window.

Small water gurgling, leisurely, falling flowers full of court, dark fragrance full of sleeves. A handful of lake water, a wisp of autumn fragrance. The beautiful rhythm forms white lotus in the charming lotus, and the melody of water gently pours down, spreads quietly, soaks on the thin plain paper and then soaks. ...

Low light rouge, a ray of fragrance with a smile. A pulse of golden harp, a dream of a beautiful city, how many dark wounds, so charming, caressing a song of smoke among flowers, a song of a thousand-year-old beautiful city fragrance. Lanting Post Road, pretending to take a leisurely step, who is sighing faintly in the time and space to escape? Let my thoughts be mottled and broken. Hazy, natural and pleasant, a layer of mist surges in my eyes, which is somewhat tender.

Anywhere in the pond, the water is fragrant, the sludge is gloomy, and I am fragrant! Don't shake for the wind, don't hide for the rain, come and go at will, and keep my sky bright. I'm innocent, aboveboard and dirty. What's the harm to me? How do you admire Gao Hua? How can you hurt yourself if you are low? Full moon heavenly heart, I feel this gorgeous chapter. Standing on the sandbar around your waist, the clouds reflect the blue waves. In the lotus picking song, the roots are broken and the world is full of sounds.

● Mei

Conan dreams when people are drunk. The night wind is oblique, the clouds break the moon, the shadow is thin and the makeup is light, dragging the fragrance. Looking around, bluebirds are picturesque and green tea is poetic. Ai Xiang half steamed, flurry painting ink. The end of the world is near at hand, and what it used to look like was written in the Spring and Autumn Period. Feng Ling proudly cleaned up his bones, joking quietly. Sip pear blossom snow, turn the luminous cup and sing the golden songs of the year. Looking for it, a sigh, a sigh will make it an immortal record.

Low half-life love, quicksand between your fingers. A misty rain, a moment of youth. Under the silent swing, flowers fly in the morning and evening. Jinghong left, and the dream was shattered. Whistling mountains and singing water, leaning on pillows and clouds. Dance under the red dust, and the wind and rain will be controlled by it.

Low butterfly around Qing Chuan, pretending to be Nanshan people, flowers pity people, flowers intoxicate people, people are strange, how many infatuations have turned into butterfly dreams, dancing flowers into dust, infatuation is like butterflies, memory is like flowers, butterflies depend on flowers, flowers cherish people, people have gone, glitz is ignored, flowers sleep alone. Miss like a rainbow, colorful can overflow, I asked when the butterfly dream will return, the people who were drunk on the colorful bridge on Qixi, and those who were intoxicated with pacing had already mourned and shed tears.

At that moment, I visited the ancient garden, picked fragrant flowers, smiled at the grass and added new makeup. Qingfeng invited Wen to talk about pen pals, wrote thousands of poems, played chess and calligraphy, drank thousands of pots and watched the drunken sunset. My road twists and turns, through a sheltered depression, cutting love red, cutting green, singing and dancing, quiet and moving.

Touch a warm finger, push open the heavy door with a touch of missing, and look for thousands of scenery in the depths of the season with memories and missing. Peach blossoms, dust and fog, carved cases, wet ink, small red characters, all about your past, all about your fragments, such as happy sentences in the rhyme of ancient poetry, quietly falling into disarray, embarrassing words, and so on, are deeply engraved in my heart.

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Xiaofeng dispelled the waning moon, shook her fingers, and the beauty shed tears. Heroes are heartbroken, smiling, resisting thousands of glitz and drowning three thousand. I only took a ladle, whose hand bounced off the wind and frost on my armor, whose ambition brought disaster to my world, and whose sword cut off ten thousand sections of elegance. Concentrate all my thoughts and put them in front of the Buddha who converted in the afterlife, waiting for the shallow fate for you. Midnight is quiet, and dawn sighs.

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Delicate and soft, take a few handfuls of fine water. A farewell song will break the string and funeral music will be played. After a lonely night. Clear ink and full pen readings remain unchanged. Wet red hate ink shallow seal topic, want to solve tears. Turn your heart to the wind and write down your inner thoughts. Gaunt and damaged, how much prosperity and red buttons, Iraqis are getting thinner and thinner. The crescent moon shines on the west wing like a hook, so the pillow is sleepless and the night is cold. There are thousands of lanterns, and there is no chance of lovesickness. If you are obsessed with words, don't be ashamed of your youth, old testament boat. ...

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Full moon flowers, swaying wind, a cold moon lamp, yellow leaves flying, drunk and dreaming, red cinnabar tears, moon condensation rain, dusty wind, heart flowers, cold flowers and autumn millet, no three-inch eyes, alone in the West Building, in the starlight, it is difficult to warm the face, it is difficult to be alone, frost and snow, beauty fu, peach blossom wine, pear flower dew. There are thousands of Qian Shan and graceful flower shadows. ...

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After several worries, I asked the flowers for nothing. Who will send the breeze and the bright moon and leave the capital empty to bury flowers? When I met you, plums cleared the dust first, and the south of the Yangtze River was misty and rainy. A piece of pure white and delicate snow propaganda, like flying flowers and smoke, gently knocks on each other's hearts. Deep in the Millennium Hutong, the wind returns to the bamboo language, and a glance under the umbrella of 24 bones looks like an old friend returning home. From then on, I fell in love, September, and fell in love.

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The moon shines in the deep courtyard, and the people in the secluded path have not returned. When you play an old song lightly, the flowers are also sad. The past is vivid, and spring returns to the earth. Yao Si, the bright moon is still speechless, pointing to Sandy, can't finish playing with her heart. Liang Xiao is lonely, ChanJuan is lonely, clear and soft, acacia is flowing, melancholy is lingering, tears are flowing, and tears are cold and cool. The night is cold, the birds are whispering, and the soft breeze is dazzling.

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The night staggered, scattering mottled and broken shadows. The wind passed through the window, with a hint of coolness, and brushed a strand of long hair. A little mist and dew fluttered away. Moon cycle, like a dream, lightly stepping on Leng Yan for half a month, leading a totally clean life, walking lightly with his hands on his back, and sitting in front of the mirror tired of dressing. Plain and warm, thin and indifferent, cutting a monologue that is constantly confusing. Golden times, let me be warm and beautiful.

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Nanshan farewell song, infatuation, autumn wind blowing bead curtain, water lily, September dust, rouge tears red. Face-lifting, fat poetry, singing early spring with one piano, full of poetry and painting, dripping with nectar, if the water is 3,000, just take a ladle of water, lightly hold the Song poetry, the jade inkstone, the lonely snow shadow, the peach blossom, the chilling window, the agarwood, and Qin Qing are drunk all over. Singing it rained, purple smoke curled up, dancing in the moonlight and getting drunk by the breeze. ...