I have a heart to swallow the crescent moon and ride, so I can't report it to the court.
Strong and weak are hard to combine, and common laughter wakes up alone.
Sitting and taking off is beyond the world, and idle people are like in Danqing. Wu Fu (1104—1183), whose real name is Mingke, was born in Taizhou, Zhejiang Province (now Wuqiao Village, Tian City, Xianju County, Taizhou City, Zhejiang Province). In the second year of Shaoxing (1 132), he was a scholar, from official to secretary. He was dismissed for exposing Qin Gui's traitorous dictatorship. Later, he supervised suggestions and tried to improve Song Gaozong's self-love and self-improvement. Wu fu
In eight years, Zhejiang ships were called twice, and Wuyue Castle Peak was more beautiful. I don't know how many people have been touched. Fragrant chrysanthemum, laurel and autumn will be dusk, and the scene will force Sang Yu to pity. A lonely museum dream in Huangxian tonight, four thousand miles away from Chu Yun. -Song Janice "Wu Xiaoshan Magistrate" Wu Xiaoshan Magistrate
In eight years, Zhejiang ships were called twice, and Wuyue Castle Peak was more beautiful.
I don't know how many people have been touched.
Fragrant chrysanthemum, laurel and autumn will be dusk, and the scene will force Sang Yu to pity.
A lonely museum dream in Huangxian tonight, four thousand miles away from Chu Yun. Swallows are busy in summer, and silkworms sleep in spring. -A sentence from Wuling in the Song Dynasty
Swallows are busy in summer, and silkworms sleep in spring. A bird's eye view of the water officer in front of Bibi Temple should only be called a jade pot. I've heard too many official banquets, so don't send away the silver candle scraps in a hurry. Wine rewards the intestines without fear of narrowness, and poetry does not worry about dry tongue. Sitting alone in the middle of the night, it is difficult for me to do what I want. -Song Janice's "Wentong Guan Hui Biling uses Sanxiang Rhyme" Wentong Guan Hui Biling uses Sanxiang Rhyme.
A bird's eye view of the water officer in front of Bibi Temple should only be called a jade pot.
I've heard too many official banquets, so don't send away the silver candle scraps in a hurry.
Wine rewards the intestines without fear of narrowness, and poetry does not worry about dry tongue.
Sitting alone in the middle of the night, it is difficult for me to do what I want.