Acacia dream

that year,

The umbrella is on the west floor, and the rain stops at the beginning.

In the falling flowers, I am meeting.

Feelings are hard to collect.

People are about after dusk.

Glazed laurel branches,

Just like spring water.

For whom is the pen and ink?

Draw a life into the face.

Cinnabar head,

Hook hook,

Looking back,

Who will leave a touch of beauty?

The soul of the ink is in the eye.

Love is like wine,

The night is thick,

Wait for Jun to sniff.

Red dream,

Tears are dancing for you.

Glass rope,

There is no love for infatuation.

Remnant,

Who is away from the brocade screen.

Mo laughs,

Dongfeng sighed back.

that year,

Going alone to the West Building,

Flowers flow from the water.

The figure is still laughing at the east wind.

How to send a thousand miles.

The month is still cold,

From the wind,

Who is dying?

The soul of the soul,

Difficult to enter the throat.

Wait for the king to save.

Zhu Yan is short,

How can it be?

Confused,

Tears are tens of thousands of weights.

Xiao sound broken,

Who pity the Iraqi people to dress up.

Mo sigh,

The moon is full of laughter.

The peach blossoms of that year are red,

The moonlight of that night was fascinating.

You are thrushing for me.

Expressive eyes,

Only engrave your life into my heart.

Exalted,

Mo Xiaotao drunk.

Yijiang Chunshui only stranded for you.

Zhu powder is not deep,

Leisure flowers are faint.

a lifetime of pain,

I only wish you to read it for me.

Looking at the sky,

Why don’t you wave your sword and break your hatred?

Carved cage,

Blue silk is heavy,

The old man relied on Liu Mengzhong.

The red dust is rolling and gathering people.

Full of frost,

It’s hard to get back when you return.

A few red dust coming and going,

Love,

Not to mention Acacia.

A glimpse of the blue silk sent acacia.

Two leisure places for the king.

Floating change,

Dust is difficult,

This heart is still.

Sixth grade: Guo Jiajia