楚天碧地千裡，冷冷清秋凍結了誰的心扉，流水隨雲天際，更顯秋無際，望斷長亭，唯有恨依依。 種在心頭的玫瑰送給誰？誰的手柔柔，拈落花隨東水，花殘心也碎。就這樣，忘了你的美，忘了你的語，紅巾翠袖，試不盡滿臉的淚。 誰又是我昨日飄零的芳菲，今朝有酒今朝醉，多年的相思深深，今也去，少年江湖在夢裡。 念著這份無畏，念著這段回歸，生當何所依，死當何所歸，得之，採下鏡花送給誰？失之，再也休言，上善若水。 淚溼重衫輕羅衣，黃鶴樓前鶴已飛，遊子江南，把吳鉤霜寒看盡，欄杆階上，還有誰人會知？登高望遠，意冷心也灰。 悲西風，哭晚雨，季鷹啼處，瘦影黃花堆滿地。田間瓦舍，愁不盡風和雨。望故人羞見，煙樹流年，匆匆春去春又回，對此怨沉沉，再不願重聞舊日消息。 那幾番風吟雨泣，置酒山亭，不同故人醉，眾妙門前，一卷《道德》，半卷《黃庭》，暮棲滄海朝遊涯，且笑，遍地風流，皆被雨打風吹去。 那一帆正向天際，五月垂柳，飛不盡風絮，點點都似悲情淚。紅裝衣上唇紅，翠禽枝上鳴翠，芳草天涯，歸去，脈脈此情憑誰憶。 覓得昔日蹤跡，卻成清寒冷心扉，誰猶記，娥眉素手雪對梅花生輝，誰又見，湘妃竹林那斑斑皆是淚。 蝶舞青青，小園欄杆誰人依。解語花香，勸君休要醉，君不見，多情自古最傷情，念到深時始知濃。更何況，殘月照花魂，煙柳斷腸，轉眼又是一個寂寂的冬。 舞榭歌臺對畫簷飛宇，伴晨鐘送暮鼓，倉惶聲聲中，猶記得，那年的燈火闌珊時，清清冷冷，有誰人正向歸路匆匆，。想如今，傷嗟往事，不堪回首中，憑誰又問，水雲閣，可還傷情? 月圓刀彎，誰的刀，斷情絕義，對清涼月色，供西風，只管送船去。 愁腸滯酒，愁依舊，誰問我，揮劍斬情絲，斬不斷，理更亂，對吳刀，又成霜雪寒。目送雁落秋霜，錦瑟十三，且容我醉後，空響弦。 他人都笑楓林晚，匆匆歲月逝仇怨，既然，天叫老少年，誰人，又笑我看不穿，悲愴，這悠然清風天地間，縱也瘋來半也癲，披髮狂歌，半紙狂言，再也休叫他人管。The sky is blue and the earth is thousands of miles away. Whose heart has been frozen by the cold and clear autumn. The flowing water follows the clouds and the sky, which shows the boundlessness of autumn. When you look at the pavilion, you can only hate it. Who are the roses planted in my heart? Whose hand is soft, with the East water, flower broken heart. In this way, forget your beauty, forget your language, red scarf green sleeve, try not to tears. Who is my yesterday's Fangfei, today's wine, today's drunk, years of Acacia deep, today also go, young river in the dream. Read this fearless, read this return, where to live, where to die, get it, who to give it to? If you lose it, don't talk about it any more. Tears wet heavy shirt light Luoyi, Yellow Crane Tower in front of the crane has been flying, south of the Yangtze River, the Wu hook frost cold see, on the railing steps, who will know? When you climb high and look far away, you will feel cold and your heart will be grey. Sad west wind, cry late rain, season hawk cry place, thin shadow yellow flower pile all over the ground. Field tile house, worry about the wind and rain. I hope my old friend is ashamed to see that the time of the tobacco tree is fleeting, and the spring is gone in a hurry. I'm deeply resentful of this, and I don't want to hear the old news again. In front of Zhongmiao's door, there are two volumes: one is "morality" and the other is "Huangting". They live in the sea at dusk and travel towards the end of the day. They laugh and laugh, and the wind blows away everywhere. The sail is in the sky, may weeping willows, endless wind catkins, little like tears. The upper lip of red clothes is red, the branches of emerald birds are singing green, the grass is far away from home, and who can remember this feeling. Who can still remember that the snow in the hands of Emei shines on the plum blossom, and who can see that the spots in the bamboo forest of Xiangfei are all tears. The butterfly dances green, the small garden railings who depends on. Jieyu Huaxiang, advise you to stop drunk, you do not see, sentimental since ancient times the most sentimental, read to the deep time to know strong. What's more, the waning moon shines on the soul of flowers, the willows are heartbroken, and in the twinkling of an eye, it's a lonely winter. In the panic, I still remember that when the lights were dim that year, it was cold and clear. Who was rushing home,. Think now, hurt the past, can't bear to look back, with who asked, Shuiyun Pavilion, can still hurt? The moon is full and the knife is curved. Whose knife can break the feeling and be righteous. For the cool moon, for the west wind, just send it to the boat. Sorrow stagnates wine, sorrow is still, who asked me, sword cut love, cut constantly, reason more chaos, Wu Dao, and become frost and snow cold. Watching the wild geese fall in the autumn frost, the golden thirteen, and let me drunk, empty ring string. Others all laugh at the late maple forest, hastily passing years of hatred, since the day is called old and young, who laughs that I can't see through, Pathetique, this leisurely breeze between heaven and earth, even if also crazy to half also crazy, hairy crazy song, half paper rave, no longer call others tube.只剩下他一個人時，他立刻撕開餅把繩梯藏進他的草墊當中，又在一個鐵盤子劃上幾個記號，從窗口扔了出來。Chapter 38 MAKING them pens was a distressid tough job, and so was the saw; and Jim allowed the inscription was going to be the toughest of all. That's the one which the prisoner has to scrabble on the wall. But he had to have it; Tom said he'd GOT to; there warn't no case of a state prisoner not scrabbling his inscription to leave behind, and his羅子凌歐陽菲菲《都市少年醫生》（免費）閱讀 都市少年醫生 羅子凌歐陽菲菲小說免費閱讀 羅子凌楊青吟最新章節 羅子凌楊青吟免費小說 少年神醫羅子凌 都市小醫生 都市小神醫 都市小醫聖 青年醫生鄉村少年醫生