[1] "Falling in Love with Someone Who Doesn't Go Home" Ding Xiaowen. Lyrics, Chen Zhiyuan. Songs, Lin Yilian. Songs
Because she was afraid that outsiders would know that there were prostitutes staying in Liu Yuchun's room, so Biyu dared not sing.
Biyu then said to Liu Yuchun: "Let me dance for you. This is what my mother specially asked someone to rehearse for me. You are the first person to appreciate it."
Biyu kept dancing in different patterns until she was exhausted. She sat down on the chair, gently shook the peach blossom fan, and stared at her sweetheart affectionately
Biyu always feels that all this is like a dream: "Since I met him on Yuan Xiye, I have been inseparable from him. Not only is he handsome, but he also loves her so much; he is not only rich, but now he has passed the exam The most important thing is that he has never been married. Could it be that God really favors me like this? Leave such a good man to me?" The more Biyu thought about it, the more unbelievable she became. Take a closer look.
Liu Yuchun smiled and asked, "What are you looking at?"
Biyu said: "I see youis it true?"
Liu Yuchun smiled and said, "Let's see if it's true, you have to pinch your thigh."
"Oh~" Biyu put down the lamp in her hand, hurried over to pinch Liu Yuchun's thigh, and yelled "Aww" in pain, "Hey~ why are you pinching me?"
Biyu said: "I think I am dreaming?!"
Liu Yuchun cried helplessly: "Is it a dream, I have to pinch my leg to see if it hurts!"
Biyu rascally said: "It's the same, if one of us hurts, that's fine."
The two were arguing, and upstairs there was a grieving woman who sang a sad little song¡ª¡ª
[Song] "If you have loved, don't say sorry, after all, we have been through this time. I have never regretted it. The beautiful meeting at that time when we first met.
I used to think that I would be your romantic love story. The only constant forever is that I am willing to bear the result of winning or losing and still have no regrets. Looking forward to your appearance, it is already dusk.
Falling in love with someone who doesn't come home, waiting for a door that doesn't open. Fickle eyes, tight lips, why bother to force and ask"
[2] Poems of Seven Lamentations by Cao Zhi. Poem
The bright moon shines on the tall buildings, and the streamer is wandering.
There is a woman who is worried and thinking, and there is more than sorrow for lamenting.
May I ask who is sighing? The words are the wife of the son [1].
The king has been traveling for more than ten years, and his lonely concubine often lives alone.
A gentleman is like clearing road dust, and a concubine is like muddy cement.
Ups and downs have different potentials, when will they meet?
? May it be the southwest wind, and die forever in the king's arms.
If Jun Huailiang is not happy, what should a lowly concubine do?
Hearing the mournful singing, Biyu asked, "Who is singing the ditty upstairs?"
Liu Yuchun said: "It's that wandering wife again. Her husband left her for ten years, and she came to the capital to look for him. During the ten years, she lived alone."
"It seems that you men don't have a good thing. Since you don't want to live with others, why do you marry others?" Biyu said for the woman upstairs, "Why are men like dust on the road, always erratic, and women like silt in foul water?"
Liu Yuchun looked at Biyu's small mouth with a smile and began to chatter again.
"Floating dust and mud are different from each other. When will they meet and be harmonious? If possible, I would like to transform into the southwest wind and disappear into the embrace of my husband!" Biyu looked at Liu Yuchun, showing a pitiful expression again , "If your husband's heart is not open to me, whose arms do you let Nong Yi live in?"
[3] "Butterfly Loves Flowers. Standing in a Dangerous Building" by Liu Yong.
?Staying in a dangerous building, the wind is soft.
Looking at the extreme spring and worrying, the sky is full of gloom.
In the afterglow of grass-colored smoke and light,
Without words, who would rely on his intentions.
It is planned to drink the picture of Shukuang.
? When singing to wine, strong music is tasteless.
The belt is getting wider and I will never regret it,
People are haggard because of Yixiao.
Liu Yuchun hugged Biyu into his arms, and asked tenderly, "Do you miss me these days?"
Biyu said angrily, "Who misses you so much!" After a while, she rested her head on Liu Yuchun's chest and said leisurely, "Since you left me, I always miss those beautiful encounters. Embrace each other. Whenever I miss you, I go to the tall building. I stand on the tall building, looking far away, hoping to see your figure. The setting sun is slanting, the night is dim, and who can understand me snuggling How do you feel when you are on the railing and thinking about you silently? I wanted to indulge myself and get drunk. When I raised my glass to the singing, I felt forced to have fun.??? and more heartache. I don't feel regretful as I lose weight day by day, for you, I'd rather be haggard"
Liu Yuchun stroked her little face with heartache, but Biyu moved his hand to her heart: "You should touch my heart, and I don't know how many times my heart has been hurt. But I don't blame you , because I love you! It is because of you that I understand what sadness is. The most beautiful thing in my life is meeting you! No matter what happens to us in the future, I don¡¯t regret that I loved you"
[4] "Jia Fengji's Poems" by Chen Shuda. Poems
Liu Yuchun showed Biyu the poem he had just written.
Biyu was very excited after seeing it, "How do you know what I look like when I miss you? How do you know how I feel when I miss you? It seems that we really have a 'heart-to-heart'. Do you know? I also wrote a book for you. first." Saying this, Biyu left Liu Yuchun's arms, came to the desk, and wrote a five-character poem on the paper:
Since the king came out, the beauty has turned haggard.
Sijun is like a bright candle, burning heart and tears.
Since the king came out, the bright mirror has given up red makeup.
Sijun is like a candle at night, burning thousands of lines of tears.
Dangzi: It is a prodigal son. Refers to a person who travels away from home and does not return for a long time.
A prodigal is different from a wanderer. A wanderer usually refers to a person who is away from home or who has left his hometown to live in a foreign country. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com