Hosta overlap, deep pond fish, cranes in the sky. Ao zi feng dance mirror,
A bluebird can talk. The golden basin is full of water, and the jade will never come again.
Under the flood of Wushan, the poor spring shed red tears.
Luan flies far away from the tree, and Feng wants to build a new nest. The red wall is still fragrant and barren,
At the beginning of the blue cloud, the letter is heavy. Knowing that you can't do it, you are willing to buy money for laughter.
From then on, the hill was like a stone, and her husband was deeply touched with tears.
But I've looked everywhere, although it's a normal life and death. The flowers beside the laughing tree are old,
The moon still lingers under the thrush window. Clouds cover the sound of Wu gorge, and the star bridge is difficult to cross.
Don't complain about poetry, don't shed tears, and pour into the East China Sea and Xu Qian.
There are three mountains that can't see the sea, and there are more fairy tales to be discovered. The bluebird is gone, and the cloud road is broken.
Heng E returned to the Moon Palace. The screen window recalls spring, and the book is full of pity.
It is expected that the mirror in the sky at night should only be biased towards two people's hearts.
Ye Luo, Dasanling
In the past, the color was getting lighter every day, and snowflakes were like palms.
Lingtou looked at people coming and going, especially suspecting that birds were flying.
He Xinlang 9 Liu Kezhuang
Zhan Zhan's sky is dark, which is even more impressive. It is drizzling and confusing. I like to climb high and look around the world in my life, thanks to the high-rise buildings now. Looking around, thousands of valleys are full of autumn, and my heart is full of affection. Although he is just an ordinary white-haired scholar, he shed tears, but he will always cry for the land of China, unlike those who once boarded the ancients in ancient times, because his life is short and sad. Memories of the past, the rise and fall of honor, everything disappeared.
Teenagers are conceited about lingyun pen, but now spring flowers have fallen, full of bleak. I often resent the fact that people's new ideas are too few, and only like to talk about the sparse distribution of scholars in the Southern Dynasties. Broken hats come out every year. You drink to the yellow flower alone, for fear that the yellow flower will laugh at people. Hiro went to the north and disappeared in the west.
Xiao Zhongshan Zhang Liangneng
Dark flowers, deep spring, red peony, smoked. After the rain, the wind is soft and the finches are broken, and the sun is slow and still gloomy.
Don't dwell on the past, relax the time sequence and board. The old tour has nowhere to be found, nowhere to be found, only a teenager's heart.
Liu Zongyuan's "Duan Jiu Scholar Meets Old Friend Lu Hengzhou"
Making friends is a recent business, and Hengyang's past seems to be two places at once.
Suddenly I saw three lines on my sleeve. I wiped my tears and became an old friend.