Year: Song Author:
I can't help myself. So according to its voice, it's easy to express yourself. Although words are not as good as feelings, they are miserable.
On Chu Qingyue, the clouds are far away, who cares about spring? The forbidden garden is cold, the lake embankment is tired and warm, and the forepart is so steep. Sweet dust is dark, lights are bright, and people are lazy to go hand in hand. Who knows, smoking is forbidden and nights are forbidden, and the city is full of wind and rain.
Xuanhe old days, Lin 'an south crossing, Fang Jing still. The hardest thing is to be able to keep your word. There is no road in the south of the Yangtze River. Tonight in Zhangzhou, who knows whether it is bitter or not? Empty relative, residual red insomnia, full of village community drums.
2. "Lights were built in the thoroughfare at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, and the South Tower rose at night."
Year: Sui? Author: Emperor Yang Di
Falun is turning in the sky, and Sanskrit is in the sky;
The lamp tree is towering and blooms seven times.
The moon shadow is suspicious of flowing water, and the spring breeze contains night plums;
Burn the golden land, and the clock will send the glass table.