You are a guest in heaven, I am a human being

The courtyard is deep. In the dream, the clouds and smoke are all over the old garden, and suddenly there is a calm and cool breeze.
I want to test myself in single clothes at the beginning of the night.
Walking alone in the sky is full of color, and I am burdened with a lotus pond.
Time makes the sleeves of spring shirts wider, and the width of clothes makes time slimmer.
Love is like drinking water for many chapters,
but this time, I can't bear to be ordinary.

Partridge Sky
1
Half-awakened and pushed the window, the shadow is still warm, time has passed several layers of doors.
There is still a temporary dream left in the spring pillow, and the loneliness cannot be controlled by the seven-foot body.
Calling on worldly affairs and sighing at the world of mortals. A sadistic person is a sweetheart.
Tracing back and forth all the way, I lost the green onion.

2
Putting aside the screen is not warm, and the mottled bottom is at the door of the heart.
There is no way forward from Pengshan, and the phantom sea rises and falls and abandons itself.
Like fallen leaves, like dust. Be willing to be a member of the network.
Why should we check the beauty of flowers and see who is crazy and who is true?

3
The remaining body temperature of the grinding kang, the old makeup has faded away.
Lianqing is a heavenly fairy, so why not be a mortal if you love me.
Ganyulu, bitter fragrance dust. We should also remember the people of that time.
At that time, I was young and my clothes were thin. Unexpectedly, I was naive.

4
It's hard to find the warmth of the night with thick clothes, so I push the door lightly every time.
The world is full of beauty and fragrance, and the moon is haunting me in my hometown.
Thinking about the past and falling in love with the world. Removing flowers does not necessarily mean cherishing the person who spent them.
I'll report it to you next year, maybe I was too serious at that time.

Ding Fengbo

1
The moon is missing, the clouds are windy and the snowflakes are falling, which should be attributed to time.
The sea in my heart has been destroyed. For three years, the dead branches have sprouted again and again.
Also connected with the Qingmeng League, I have always been resentful, and my body is wandering in the end of the world.
The double white feathers at the front of the leaking arrow are traced away, and the red clouds are already there as far as the eye can see.

2
Counting the flowers of tomorrow before you, you should also love your youth when you are young.
Flying through the sea of ​​time, for many years, I can't help but pick up the green buds of lovesickness.
Lie down and look at the long sky like a thin line, and remember, your words will accompany me to the end of the world.
The old man's temples are like gray-brown feathers. He goes back and turns around to see the morning glow.
3
I am afraid of being burdened and suffering from severe illness in my old age, and my mood has changed several times.
Frequently written red paper in spring dreams, memories, half a life of wind, moon, water and clouds.
The sassy mood gradually changed, listening to the sea, the sound of the tide gradually became less than before.
Pity me, I should be above the state of the world, seek defeat, and sit and watch a few people idle in my life.

4
I talked about that year again, when new people and old dreams competed for relocation.
I look into the cracks of my years, with empty memories, and my whole body is haggard in the wind.
If you are drunk, your sincerity will change? In the sea of ​​​​heart, the storm suddenly came and darkened the past.
Exile the feelings, gestures and postures, give up the words, but use the remaining hatred as leisure.

Title
In the period when the tired clouds and rain clear the fragrance, I sit alone in the empty court waiting for the sunset.
Caressing the delicate moonlight leisurely, laziness is the wind and moon, laziness is poetry.
The ruthlessness is so strong that people are drunk for the first time, and the obsession is so deep that the disease is unknown.
Looking at the withering external objects, the dream is not the same as it was back then.

Drinking Fire Order

1
The heavy rain shocked the courtyard and carried the wind into the old building. Beauty's kindness is the most difficult to repay.
Feeling more interesting than before, Lao Yi loses his tenderness.
Cut out the current month and spell it into a bit of sadness. Chengquanqu wine secretly hurts the throat.
I owe you my affection, and I owe you the middle reaches of the world. Carrying you on the clouds at the end of the world, I look back quickly.

2
Dwarf riverside grass, green flowers in dreams. From the beginning, the story is like tea.
Be careful when you are seventeen or eighteen, and cherish your good years.
Spitting on the cloves, calling me a little fool. Next year I will marry into our family.
Take off your shoes when you are tired, ride a bicycle when you are tired. When you are tired, you lie on my shoulder, still so innocent.

3
The red beans are old and the black hair is flowing. Time passes away too gently.
I left you with a broad spring and a narrow dream, and your worries are not worth the reward.
Thousands of trees are stacked, and every chapter is full of sorrow. But still looking forward to starting over.
The past is blurred, and the past has been left behind for a long time. The past is soaked through the paper, and I can't even take a look at it.

4
The sound of harmony breaks into pieces, and the sorrow of separation is close to Hakka. Falling red is buried in the sand in the path.
I once wrote about the moonlight in the old days, and the number of pear blossoms on the post road.
A wind blows on the temples, and some dreams are mixed. Just like water flowing to the end of the world.
The one who looks at your clothes, puts some cinnabar on you, and tries on your plum makeup is always not him.

Jiang Chengzi
It doesn't matter if the Ming Dynasty spreads, I am eccentric and in the wind pond.
The clouds arise from the anger, and the confusion arises from the will.
I stretched out my hands and took it off. Jin Taibai was more crazy than anyone else.
Take on a stinky skin and indulge in time and sorrow.
Between the veins and veins, everything becomes normal.
In order to perfect the inner strength, but also for the beauty and fragrance.

Xing

1. Cool lovesickness
Tired of leaning against the wall, spring is about to fall.
Evening road, outside the setting sun.
Xinghuayu had no idea at the time,
First point, lover's tears?
Second point, leaving people in tears?

I am Li Ren's clothes and water,
I want to ask about sexual intercourse and whether my menstruation has passed?
Ask who is haggard in the rush of spring,
could it be tears of lovesickness?
Could it be, tears of lovesickness!

2. Bu Suanzi
A flower outside the wall,
the whole courtyard is as fragrant as rain.
Hold lightly and fall asleep,
The jade case is raised with eyebrows leveled.

What a young man,
What a beautiful girl.
I wish I didn't meet before I was married,
how long will spring hate last?

3. The title "New Rhyme" blooms with diligence and does not worry about sorrow. Don't let it go to the top of the book.
The body is naturally suitable for freehand brushwork, and the posture is concise and suitable for ascending the building.
Chengquan had a dream on the pillow, which was a little shy from the wall.
If Lord Dong knows my intention, no bald head is allowed to be seen in the world.

Plum Blossom Song - Three poems with snow rhymes and overlapping rhythms by Senior Brother Du

Qing Lin ignored them and prefaced them coldly.
The Qiong Yao Jade Palace is light and airy. After bidding farewell, you are your mother-in-law.
The clouds of Yugon are opening again, and the osmanthus is shaking next to it.
Who wants to shed tears on Lantian's beads and hide his red makeup with his teachings?
It's better to focus on the light while drunk, and to clear up the shadows and melancholy.
Sweep the dark path, hold on to the bright wine, and drink the new light without intention.
You send me lovesickness all the way, how can you be so mad?
The windows were filled with traces of incense.
Du Zi:
Qingbin ignored Leng Fengxiang, and Yaodian said goodbye to Yao Niang lightly. The clouds in Yugon are blooming and the osmanthus catkins are shaking, and the pearls in Lantian cover up the red makeup.
Nian Guang has the intention to thin out the shadows, and holds the Li wine without intention to drink the new moon's light.
What does it mean to miss someone so far away? A few traces of incense have entered the patrol window.
Also
The pretty and exquisite ones are lazy to plucking the cardamom, and leisurely recruiting into the Piaoxiang.
Mengchuang Cibi, Dian Yaolin and Leng Yue send matchmakers.
When the jade dragons meet thousands of miles away, they soar into the sky and stay away from the swans.
Thousands of rivers of coldness are forgiven, and people are given plastic surgery.
There is no need to be cold and fragrant. It is very common to seek distant dreams and have innocent pulse.
The clean soul is clear and cold, and the nature is simple, just waiting for the pure light.
There are three Fu poems in Meipo, which are divided into different colors into the poem.
Describe a chapter, but Xu Shaoguang, carefree, don't count the fragrance.
Du Zi:
The pretty girl enters Piaoxiang, and the Yaolin coldly sends the matchmaker to the moon.
The jade dragon soared thousands of miles into the sky, and the cold soul spread across thousands of rivers and fields.
Why do you need to seek distant dreams? The clean soul only needs to be extended to the true light.
Mei Po has three colors, but Xu Xiaoyao doesn't care about the fragrance.
And
The steps are light and graceful, the tiles of Han Dynasty are gleaming slightly, and the waves are chanting again.
The cold sword seems to be hidden in half the light, but it is a matchmaker.
Kuang Lai took the pipe and carved it with the same king. The green bamboo is solitary and fragrant.
Looking for the pulse and source, all are recruited, dreaming and dancing in silver makeup.
As soon as I fly away, the wind sweeps all over the fields and is in the center of the dust-sweeping mirror.
The waves and sand are all gone, and the Sanchuan jade shines in the dawn.
The clear flow and great beauty are singing, and Tianguang's heart is relaxed.
Get the plum soul broadly, sober up and enter the fragrance of poetry.
Du Zi:
Ling Wei Han's tile moon chants, and the cold sword splits the light like Yinniang.
Guan Tongjun carves green bamboo, looks for the source and dances with silver makeup in dreams.
The wind sweeps the dusty mirror across the fields, and the waves choke the three rivers and illuminate the dawn.
The great beauty is like a vast sky, and the plum soul sobers up into the fragrance of poetry.