Reading poetry can make people put aside stereotypes, stay in an aesthetic time and space, and experience the beauty of melody, picture and artistic conception with the author. Maybe I can't remember all the poems and songs I have read, but I have seen many beautiful things in my poems, and my inner satisfaction has given me greater strength to explore the beauty in life.
Extract notes:
Li Houzhu's words:
The flowers in the forest have withered, the spring red is too urgent and helpless, the cold rain is late, the wind is late, and the tears are intoxicating. When will it be heavy? Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? What do I know about the past? Last night, the east wind blew in the small building, which made our country look back. In the middle of next month, the jade fence should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed it and asked how much you can worry about, just like a river flowing eastward.
Black night cry
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks in the clear autumn, cutting constantly, and the reason is still chaotic, which is a parting from sorrow. It's not just the general taste.
Coffee senna
How much hate, in last night's dream, like the old garden, the car is like running water in Ma Rulong, and the flowers and the moon are in the spring breeze.
Wang jiangmei
Idle dreams are far away, and the south is clear in autumn. Thousands of miles away, the cool color is far away, the boat is deep in the reeds, and the flute is on the moon floor.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Walking leisurely in the pavilion at night, at first glance, it is clear, and it gradually hurts the spring dusk. Counting the rain, wind and hazy moon clouds coming and going.
Tao Liyi is dark once in spring, who smiles gently on the swing. A lot of heart, no place to arrange.
Endless desire
One mountain, two mountains. The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold. Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain. The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.
Prank order
Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain. The deep courtyard is quiet and the pavilion is empty, which will remind us of Li Shangyin's micro-note window. He is not a description of an open artistic conception, but an arrangement and treatment of a corner of life.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Since leaving, spring has passed halfway, and the scenery in my eyes has swept to a broken heart. The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true. The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further.
Langtaosha
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading. Allred-rochow is too cold to stand. I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day. Don't lean against the fence alone, it is infinite, and it is easier to see when you are away. Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Secular literature has its own liveliness and strength.
A memory of life is full of the prosperity of life.
On the basis of the culture of Song Dynasty, Ci made the greatest collection of the beauty of China's meter, but its preparation was in the Tang Dynasty.
When you look at things visually, you often have to avoid repetition. But listening is just the opposite. Listening likes repetition very much. This repetition will make it easy for everyone to remember and keep up with the rhythm.
Li Bai, heroic, Du Fu, thick, magnificent, Bai Juyi.
Aesthetics is something that can't be forced, and it must be expounded with the real experience of its own time.
The emperor who succeeded to the throne in Song Dynasty had to kneel down and read Song Taizu's testamentary edict. The key point of the testamentary edict is not to kill the literati. This is the family law of our ancestors. In such an environment, literati have a fully respected position, which we talked about when we were in court.
People, in fact, some are social, some are very private, private parts, personal things, and he is complete when he is satisfied.
Du Fu's Poetic Sage, Li Bai's Poetic Fairy, Wang Wei and Shi Fo.
Broad sense and narrow sense must be combined.
Poetry is meaningless, and poetry cannot have a fixed answer. All the fixed answers are to kill and hurt poetry.
Feng Yansi-Five Dynasties
Ketari
Who knows how to throw leisure a little longer? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. I often get sick before spending every day, but I don't care if I look thin in the mirror.
Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
Ketari
Where has he gone like a cloud these days? Don't think about coming back, or you will die in spring. A hundred flowers and a hundred flowers cold food road, whose tree is the fragrant car?
Who is he and his horse? Shuangfeiyan, meet a stranger? Stir up spring worries like catkins. There is nowhere to be found in the long dream.
Song songqi
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Dongcheng gradually feels that the scenery is good. Hu Qiang bent down and waved to welcome the guests. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring. Floating long hates pleasure. Be willing to love your daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
fan zhongyan
Yujiaao
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Tasha shop
The path is red and thin, and the fragrance is green. The trees on the high platform are gloomy. Spring breeze does not lift the ban, it rushes to the pedestrian surface.
The emerald leaves hide the warbler, and the bamboo curtain separates the swallow. The incense of the stove is still spinning. When a sad dream woke up, the setting sun shone deeply in the courtyard.
Han Qiu Ting
Don't smell it for a thousand miles. This feeling is hard to send. She climbed the tall building and looked down at the sky. The sky was wide and gloomy, and there was no trace of anyone, which made people more sad and haggard.
The building is high and the eyes are broken, the sky is far and the clouds are dark, only gaunt. There was a red candle burning in the hall, and the flame was long and short, and there was a bitter tear of acacia.
A butterfly in love with flowers
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu. The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. I want to send colored stationery and rulers. The mountains are long and there is a lot of water.
Huanxisha
A new word, a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year. When will the sunset come back? There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path. There are many lives that have no choice but to have sex with you, which is probably the end and the fate is over. But there are also many lives that begin to have new joy and deja vu happiness, so they are two states of life. )
Yan Dao Ji
Linjiangxian
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
Don't wake up when you are drunk. Spring dreams and autumn clouds are easy to gather and disperse. I don't sleep much at the half-moon window. What is displayed on the screen is Wu.
Wine stains on clothes and words in poems. It's always sad to do small things. There is no good way to mourn for yourself. Crying for others on a cold night.
Ouyang xiu's ci
A butterfly in love with flowers
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Yule carved a saddle and swam around the smelting place. The building is high and you can't see Zhangtai Road. In March, it was rainy and windy, and the door was covered with dusk. There is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Huanxisha
People in the upper reaches of the dike draw boats one by one, patting the spring water on the dike for four days, the Qingyang building swings, the white-haired Dai Huajun doesn't laugh, and the six horses catch up with the lights. Where is life like a bottle?
Langtaosha
Drinking east wind, and * * * calmly, hanging in the east of Luocheng, always holding hands at that time and traveling around the Champs. It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?
Comments: The most valuable thing about Ouyang Xiu is that he is open-minded. His open-minded and leisurely life probably comes from the fact that he doesn't have to insist on either one or the other, and he can patiently look at the meaning that we haven't discovered in a certain period of time. Gathering and scattering is change, flowers bloom and fall, and the full moon is change. However, in a certain period of time, when we don't know the true meaning of change, we will be depressed, sad and even desperate. Then at this time, I will look at these things with a very open mind.
Nangezi
Chicken bun with golden mud and dragon jade palm comb, came to the window and smiled and supported each other, affectionate way and thrush. I spent a long time touching people with a pen, trying to draw flowers from the beginning, and I didn't care enough to hinder embroidery. I smiled and asked where the word Yuanyang came from.
Yu Tingchun; Spring In Jade Pavilion；Song of Youth
Before the bottle, I'm going to say I'm going back to China. I didn't say I was miserable in spring. Life is born infatuated. This hatred has nothing to do with romance. If you leave this song, don't renovate it. A song can teach intestines. Just look at all the flowers in Los Angeles, and it's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng.
Coffee senna
Butterflies in the south of the Yangtze River, in pairs in the sunset, seem to be full of powder, and their hearts are like Han Shouai stealing incense. Talent and frivolity. After a light rain, thin wings are tired of smoke. I accompanied the bees to the yard and flew over the east wall. The dragon is busy sending flowers.
Tasha shop
The waiting hall is full of plum blossoms, the bridges are thin with willows and the grass is warm and swaying. Sorrow is drifting away, the distance is like spring water, inch by inch, tears for you, the building is not close to the fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside.
Chaozhongcuo
Pingshan Lanshan leans against the clear sky, and there are both mountains and mountains. There are willows planted in front of the hall, so there are several spring breeze. My favorite article is written by the governor. It is a long text. Let's have a drink. Eat, drink and be merry, young and frivolous, looking forward to decline.
Su Shi words
Jiangchengzi
Ten years of life and death, I forgot without thinking. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea! Swing in the outer wall of the road, laity in the wall, beautiful woman laughing in the wall. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. Rocks and clouds are falling, waves are hitting the shore and thousands of piles of snow are being rolled up. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time! Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Things are like a dream, a bottle goes to the river.
Linjiangxian
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock, just listen to the sound of the river. I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? It's quiet at night and the line is flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.
Su Shi's cold food calligraphy, water tune song head. Su Shi established another kind of opening, another kind of opening in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Liu Yong's ci
Hechongtian
On the gold list, I lost hope. The temporary legacy of the Ming dynasty. If you fail, you must struggle. There's no need to talk about mourning. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes. Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggled up to the red jade, had an affair, and life was smooth sailing. Youth is a soldier. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.
-Liu Yong's confidence in his life can be seen here. The evaluation of Liu Yong by later generations can be sung in Liu Ci as long as there is well water. Scholars thought Liu Yong's ci was vulgar, but people liked it very much. He is like a popular singer now.
The possibility of a life is so great, why should it be confined to a narrow range?
Klang Ganzhou
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the surging Yangtze River flows eastward silently. Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing where these years have gone, why do you have to stay in a strange land for a long time? I think of that beautiful woman, looking up from the gorgeous upstairs, and how many times I mistook the distant boat for the love boat to go home. She will know that I am so sad leaning against the railing, and I am so sad.
In this poem, you can see that Liu Yong's vagrancy has become a vagrancy of a larger life form.
A butterfly in love with flowers
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently? I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
A bell ringing in the rain
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
The fog is gone, and the moon is gone. Qin Guan
By the bridge, weeping willows descend to Bixi, and the military home is in the west of North Bridge. When I came, it was not like the world. The flowers were warm and the birds sang well. -Wu Ju
Tasha Qin Xing Temple
The fog is gone, and the moon is gone. Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Plum blossoms are mailed. This hatred has no weight. Jiang was lucky enough to travel all over. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?
Huanxisha
The desert is light and cold, with small buildings. Silver hooligans are like poor autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.
Addiction refers to something that cannot be extended, a decadent aesthetic, and a kind of beauty is addictive.
Because creation is between similarities and differences with the ancients, it is continuous and inherited, but it must be changed. This is the so-called cultural tradition.
The most unfortunate thing about a person's growth is that his way of thinking will become more and more logical and reasonable.
Thirteen-and fourteen-year-old children described in A Dream of Red Mansions, their toys are cabinets of poems. Every cupboard is filled with the same rhyme. They just take out a rhyme, such as door, soul, basin and mark. They use these words to arrange poems. Although it is a game, they can understand the sound, understand the texture of the text, and turn traditional culture into a game, which will have a great impact. However, our present culture is facing a crisis, which can't be transformed into games, and there is no way to become a habit. It can only be transformed into things that are regarded as classics that are studied after a certain age.
Scholars seem to be satisfied with their little research. There are inkstones, scrolls or some paintings on the console table, and this study space has become an aesthetic space recreated by the scholars themselves.
Zhou Bangyan
Water bag dance
Burn incense and cool off the heat. Birds call clear, intrude into the eaves. The leaves of Chuyang withered all night, and the water was clear, and the wind and lotus were one by one. My hometown is far away. When will I go? I live in Wumen and have been traveling in Chang 'an for a long time. May the fishermen remember each other. Boat, dream into furongpu.
Xihe? Jinling Nostalgia (Zhou Bangyan)
Garrity, who remembers the great events of the Southern Dynasties? The old country is surrounded by mountains and Qingjiang River. Angry waves hit the lonely city, and the wind swept away from the sky.
The cliff tree was still leaning, and Mochow's boat was tied. Idle old traces are gloomy, and the fog sinks half a base. Come to the women's wall at night and admire the Huaihe River in the east.
What's the market for liquor drums? Vaguely, the young lady near Xie Wang. Swallows don't know what the world is. They are in ordinary and strange places, which is relatively like saying that they rise and fall, and they are in the sunset.
The sons of Wang Xie in Wei and Jin Dynasties had their own pride and taste, and a noble culture emerged among them, emphasizing not only power but also wealth. They have established a very chic temperament, a personality, a taste, and are not too bound by secular morality.
Li Qingzhao
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Xichun. When will it rain?
Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Leave the lotus root fragrant and jade. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building. Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Zui Hua Yin
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.
Memories of oral sex on the Phoenix Platform —— About Farewell
The fragrance is cold and golden, turns red, and people don't comb their hair when they get up. Ren Baolian hid herself and hung a curtain on it. I'm afraid I'll worry and hate it, but I don't want to say it. Thin this year, not dry wine, not sad autumn
In the Ming dynasty, I went back to Yangguan for thousands of times, and it was difficult to stay long. Watching Wuling Spring Festival Gala, the clouds lock the building, remember the green water in front of the building, remember me, and stare at me all day. Looking at this place, counting from now on, some new worries.
Yong banana
Who planted banana trees in front of the window, the atrium is full of shade. Yin fills the atrium, leaves are heart-shaped, and the volume is relaxed and clear. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain. A little rain, worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening.
Wulingchun
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first. It is said that Shuangxi spring is still good, and I plan to go boating, for fear that Shuangxi can't bear much worry.
Slow voice
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance. Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
As an educator, you probably have only one responsibility, that is, you should provide more things for the other person to understand and give him more choices. The less choices the other person has, the more casual you are. Even if you think I am doing it for your own good, I will give you the best. The most important thing is to promote thinking.
Xin Qiji
Shuilongyin
In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless. Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head. The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer. I saw Wu Gou, and I filmed it all, but no one would attend.
Don't say chop up the perch to cook delicious food. When the west wind blows it, I wonder if that one has come back? People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects. Unfortunately, time passes like running water. I'm really worried about the country's ups and downs. As Huan Wen said, the trees have grown so much! Who are you, red scarf and green sleeves, crying hero!
Prelude to water melody
The setting sun fills the dust, and Hu rides and hunts in the clear autumn. Han Jiaqun practiced 100,000 yuan and supervised high-rise buildings. Who throws a whip to fly across, recalls the past and licks the blood. The season is young and the horse is mink hair.
I am old now, scratching my head over Yangzhou. Tired of swimming, I want to plant thousands of oranges by the river. Second, the southeast scenery, ten thousand volumes of poetry books, try to ask you. Don't shoot the south mountain tiger, just seek to enrich the people.
Xin Qiji's chivalrous demeanor and heroic personal life.
Ugly slave
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words. Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.
Qingyu case
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night. Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. My favorite is my youngest son, who is lying in the grass, peeling the lotus just picked.
Wang Guowei divides life into three realms. The first realm is that the west wind withered the green trees last night, and he went to the West Building alone to watch the end of the world. He felt lonely, and the second realm was Liu Yong's, because Iraq made people haggard and his clothes became wider and wider without regret. This is a state of obsession. The third realm is looking back suddenly, but that person is in dim light, and there will be hope when he is desperate. These are the three realms of understanding in life.
Damaged array
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
Yongyule Jingkou Gu Bei Pavilion Nostalgia
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in the pavilion, singing on the platform, wind and rain always blow away romantic feelings. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground! However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
easy
Yangzhou man
Xi Chunbing applied to go to Japan and gave it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song. The old man in Yan Qian thinks there is a kind of sadness of "separation". Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze. All the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. Gradually dusk, clear the angle and blow the cold. All in the empty city. It is not surprising that Du's reward is too heavy now. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.
Dianjiangchun
Yan Yan has no intention, and the west bank of Taihu Lake goes with the clouds. Several peaks are bitter. It is raining in Shang Lue.
Next to the fourth bridge, I plan to live with you every day. That's not what happened. Look back through the aperture. Residual willows dance alternately.
Changting complained slowly.
How different. Huan Sima Yun: In the past, willows were planted and Hannan was planted. It looks like it will fall off today, and Jiangtan is very sad. If trees are like this, why are people inferior? This language is gradually blown away by deep love, and the fragrance is on the branches. This is a family, a green portal. Far pu lingering, dusk sail messy. Many readers can get a tree like a pavilion. If a tree has feelings, it won't be so green.
At sunset. Looking at the high city, I saw countless mountains. When Lang Wei went, how could he forget to pay with Yuhuan? First, come back early, afraid of red calyx, no one has the advantage. Without a knife, it's hard to leave sadness.