Eleventh

望断天涯，不见君暖馨，只见一片片枯叶冷梧桐，最是心寒荒凉寄。一室尘埃，染烟雪，谁将残红，榭轻波?一片汪洋终是太茫茫。风凄凄，夜太寒，云落千丈，情太凉，梦落烟花，一场空，一片寥寂，怎呻吟?愁也叹，凉也叹，悲也泣。一杯清酒，醉断魂。

Seeing the world, you can see no warm, but a dry leaf, cold Wutong, and the most cold and desolate place. A room of dust, smoke and snow, who will remain red, pavilion light wave? A vast ocean is too vast. The wind is desolate, the night is too cold, the clouds fall thousands of feet, the feeling is too cold, the dream falls fireworks, an empty, a lonely, how to groan? Sad also sigh, cold also sigh, sad also cry. A cup of sake, drunk soul.

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残香半烛，灰已尽。青灯半盏，窗前寒。冷梦湿雨，夜半寒。寒心薄凉，情无语。泪落青衣，花台湿。忧伴袈裟，昏做添。篱落眼脸，心生寒。魂断愁云，三千水。舞落纤红，几清欢?得来翰轩，谁点墨?知恋心寄，多少人?

Half a candle of residual fragrance, the ashes are gone. Half a green lamp, cold in front of the window. Cold dream wet rain, cold in the middle of the night. Cold heart thin cool, feeling speechless. Tears fall on the green clothes and the flower bed is wet. Worry with cassock, faint do add. The eyes and faces of the fence fall, and the heart grows cold. The soul breaks the sad cloud, three thousand waters. How happy are you when you dance? Who can touch the ink when you come to hanxuan? How many people do you know how to love?

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一盏离愁——孤单弃了谁;一柱红烛——成灰思了谁;一瓢浮萍——相逢错了谁;一点零星——暗光碎了谁;一夕娇雨——凄凉冷了谁;一轮暗月——相思悲了谁;一竿朱砂——到底揭了谁;一板青石——回忆苦了谁;一季春风——青山绿了谁;一缕暗香——情悸撩了谁;一展铜镜~~白发倦了谁。

A sadness of parting - who has been abandoned alone; a red candle - who has been forgotten; a ladle of duckweed - who has been wrongly met; a little scattered - who has been broken by dark light; a night's delicate rain - who has been desolated and cold; a dark moon - who has been grieved by Acacia; a rod of cinnabar - who has been uncovered in the end; a bluestone - who has been bitter in memory; a season's spring breeze - who has been green on the green hills; a wisp of fragrance - who has been stirred by emotion; a light of sadness - who has been broken by dark Moon - who has been desolated by Acacia; a rod of cinnabar - who has been torn off in the; Who is tired of white hair.

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静静的人生，就是一路风景，一路歌。总在陌生的风景里，吟唱一首陌生的歌，拥有一段陌生的情怀。一次回首，也许就是一生的惦念，一生的守候;一个转身，也许就是一世的伤痛，一世的错过;一抹流风，也许就是一场暴雨的开始，一场浴火的洗礼。

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