Wash away the eternal sorrow and leave a hundred pots of wine. A good night is a good time to talk, but the bright moon can't sleep. When you are drunk, you lie on an empty mountain, and heaven and earth are pillows.
○ Two solo songs in spring
Shu Qi, Dong Fan, Rong Chunhui, Shui Mu. White sunshine and green grass, falling flowers scattered and flying. The lonely cloud is still empty, and the birds have returned. Everything has a support, my life is lonely. Last month, on this stone, Fang Fei was drunk. I have Xia Zi's thoughts and remember Cangzhou. And for a pot of wine, everything is idle. Hengqin leans on the pine, and wine looks far away from the mountain. Whether the birds in the sky have left, whether the lonely clouds in the sunset have returned. But I'm afraid it's too late. The past is autumn.
○ I met a hermit in Pengchi on the bank of Jinling River and exchanged purple flowers for wine on the falling star stone.
I like traveling in famous mountains, and I follow them to far away places. Luofu Magutai, are you going or not? When you lived in seclusion, I waited on you on the stone. Empty words can't make you happy, but try to smile and cherish the night. Green water flows to Yanmen, and Huang Yun covers Longshan. Sigh two birds and wander between the five mountains. In a word, one hand will spend the night for a long time. Solve me, Zi Qiuqi, and exchange it for Jinling wine. When wine comes to laugh and laugh, it's fun. Shui Ying moonlight, light and sad! Hang the sail mat tomorrow morning, full of hate.
○ Listen to Lu playing the piano on a moonlit night.
Sitting under the moon in a quiet night, listening to Mr. eremita playing the guqin. Suddenly I heard a very Thai tune, just like Han Song. The fingering of Snow White makes your delicate hands busy, and the syllable of "green water" really nourishes your heart. Unfortunately, Zhong Ziqi has long since passed away, and there is no such confidant in the world.
○ Qingxi smells flute in the middle of the night
Qiang Di's Plum Blossom Introduction, Wu wrote a long love poem. Cold mountain autumn moon and full moon, empty mountain full of bright moon, heartbroken jade customs are silent.
○ Sunset Mountain suddenly became pregnant.
After a long time, I became a famous mountain cloud, so I became a famous tourist. The mountain is deeper than a spring cloud, and it is fun all day long. The moon holds the peak between buildings, and the spring washes the stone steps. Su Xin got it from now on, which is really interesting. When birds crow in autumn, the wind stops and the sound falls silent. Myanmar wants cliff technology and island separation from the sea. How late did the cloud bus come? I sighed a few times.
Summer mountain
Lazily shaking a white feather fan to get rid of the heat, naked in the forest. Take off the headscarf and hang it on the rock wall, leaving the cool breeze between the pines and the pines overhead.
○ interacting with people in the mountains
The two of us drank cup after cup in the blooming flowers on the mountain. I want to sleep when I am drunk. You can leave yourself. If not, take the violin in the morning.
○ In spring, get drunk and confess.
If the world is a big dream, why work hard for it? Just lying in front of us all day drunk and slumped. Looking into the court, a bird was singing among the flowers. Excuse me, when is this? The spring breeze is whispering. Feel like sighing, and fall in love with wine. Waiting for the bright moon, the song has been forgotten.
○ Lushan Torinji night bosom
I found Qinglianyu and went to Xiechengque alone. Frost clears Lin Dongling, water white tiger creek moon. Tianxiang is empty, and heaven is full of joy. The banquet was silent, motionless and unscathed. Zhan Ran is sincere. He is often troubled by robbery.
○ Seeking harmony and respecting teachers for seclusion.
The mountain peak is steep, and Capricorn's day is free from the memory of that year. Clear the thick clouds for the ancient road of Gu Shan, and the strange trees listen to the painting springs. Warm flowers lie on green cows, white cranes sleep on high pine branches. Talk to the teacher, the river has been shrouded in dusk, I want to walk alone in the cold mountain clouds.
○ Listen to the flute on the Yellow Crane Tower with Shi Langzhongqin.
Once people take a back seat, like Jia Yi in Changsha, they look far and wide, but they can't see Chang 'an or their hometown. There was a flute sound of "Plum Blossom" from the Yellow Crane Tower, and another drop of plum blossom was seen on the river bank in May.
A pair of wine.
I advise you not to refuse the cup, the spring breeze will make people laugh. Peaches and plums, like old friends, dumped flowers at me. Flowing warblers sing green trees, and the bright moon peeps at Jintan. Yesterday's Zhu Yanzi, today's white hair reminds me. The thorn gives birth to Shihutang, and the deer goes to Gusutai. Since ancient times, palaces and city gates have been closed and the dust is yellowish. If you don't drink, what about the past?
A drunken Wang Hanyang hall.
I am like a partridge, moving south and flying north. When I was looking for Hanyang Order, I returned by drunken moon.
○ Laugh at Wang Liyang's refusal to drink.
The earth is white, the wind is cold, and many snowflakes fall like big hands. Laugh and kill Tao instead of drinking a glass of wine. You've really gone from wave to wave, planting five willows virtually. What's wrong with an empty towel on my head?
○ Sitting alone in Jingting Mountain
The birds flew without a trace, leaving the lonely clouds free and unfettered. You look at me, I look at you, and there are only my eyes and Jingting Mountain's eyes.
○ Self repatriation
I don't feel guilty about wine. Birds are still scarce when you are drunk.
○ Interview with Taoist Dai Tianshan
With the barking of dogs, peach blossoms are full of rain. See the deer when the tree is deep, but don't ring the bell at noon. Wild bamboos are green and misty, and flying springs hang blue peaks. No one knows where to go. I'm worried about two or three loose.
○ Qiu and Cheng Chun Zhang Shaofu and Wei Gong Gao Zhai's Works
It's getting dark and the city is deserted. The terrain is flat at the end of the sea, and the sky shadow falls into the river. Although the old rewards are separated, the new knowledge is not sparse. The colorful clouds think of fu, and the book collection is between the walls. Hawthorn leaves flow with it, and water fish grow out of it. When dusk comes and autumn is full, what is the significance of looking back?
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○ Sitting alone on Huaigu Mountain in autumn night.
Xiao Yin Mu Anshi, a long-distance student Ping. The heavenly book visits the rivers and seas, and the clouds lie in the salty capital. Enters the banquet in the Yaochi, and comes out with a jade chariot. Praise Hu Xin's works, admonish and hunt short books. However, I was not invited to the history department. Zhuang said it was a sword, but he was ashamed to talk about soldiers. Clumsy, thin, and removed. I love purple and don't look forward to life. Sparse and ruddy, vaguely old feelings. Autumn green roses, who knows tonight?