Yu Xiao's voice was sad and sad. When she woke up from her dream, a string of bright moons were hanging upstairs in Qin. Qin family, every year in the second quarter of the moon, the willow color by the bridge is printed with seven windows for farewell. Looking at the Cold and Autumn Festival, the ancient road leading to Xianyang has been cut off. The sound dust is gone, the west wind is still shining, and the Han tomb is gone.
Meet sb. leave
The willows on the ground are green and heavy, the flowers in the sky fly, the wicker flies, and the pedestrians don't return.
Liangzhou word Wang Zhihuan.
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain. Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
Weizhuang Tu Jinling
The rain is falling, the grass is falling, and the birds of the Six Dynasties are singing. Ruthlessness is a willow in Taicheng, but it is still a smoke cage.
How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
Zhu He. Sapphire case
A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou.
Zhou Zizhi. Tashahang
Leisure is the most bitter, don't lean on the fence, the sun goes down, and the future is bright.
Xin Qiji. Touch the fish
Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear.
Su Shi. Shuilongyin
Cold and sad. Yes, Changting is late. The shower began to stop. All the cars are full of drinks. Nostalgia Lanzhou urges hair. Hold hands and look at each other with tears.
I was speechless and choked up. Read it. A thousand miles of smoke. Twilight sank into the sky. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times. Worse.
Cold and autumn festival. Where to wake up tonight. There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. Many years later, it should be a beautiful moment in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to? -Liu Yong. Yulinling
One spring night, Li Bai heard the flute in Los Angeles.
Yu Di's dark flying sound scattered into the spring breeze in Los Angeles.
In this serenade, I heard the breaking sound of willow trees. No one can miss home!