1, practicing ancient rhyme in Sichuan Road.
Song-Lin Jingxi
The guest is also a guest, looking back and remembering Bingzhou.
A river and lake dream, a boat in the wind and rain.
Lotus leaves in Shui Han are getting old, and autumn insects sound like tofu pudding.
Looking at the clouds several times, my life feels floating.
2. Central Wan 'an Road
Song Zhao fans
The hedge has fallen without frost, and the fragrance of the garden remains the same.
Tofu pudding with beans, pomegranate flowers reflected among willows.
Although it is waiting, it is not a big problem to apply glory.
I am pregnant with persimmon chestnuts, and I am looking for my own desolation.
3. Autumn
circumference ratio
Stone veins bloom in spring, bamboo roots and sand roads are old.
Clouds return to the sky and mountains, and the wild geese shadow across the river.
Wu Qiulai is old, and the tofu fence falls late.
Guests are thousands of miles away, and fireworks are boundless.
4, cold bean curd
Ming-Wang Bochou
Tofu pudding is cold at the beginning, sad at the end, and the green leaves are rolling.
I wonder if the new moon shines on Qingxi.
5, Xiyuan plaque tofu pudding is one of them.
Song Mingyan
Tofu pudding is full of red and white eyes in autumn, and the golden leaves are twice as beautiful.
The inner garden is still envious of you, because the fence has fallen down like a village field.