There is a glimmer of green in the old bottle and a hint of red in the quiet stove.
With dusk and snow coming, how about a glass of wine?
At five o'clock, the songs are scattered, and in ten miles, the lights are sparse.
Light a cherry and shine on it, and it will be like snow. Spring is just right, and I see Longyang all dressed up, and the purple moss is pale. The milk swallow leads the young to fly weak, and the warbler calls friends to fear. Begging for spring return, refusing to bring back sorrow, the intestines are knotted.
Looking at the building, the spring mountains are green; Where is home? Smoke and wave separation. Who told him that, past lives? Butterflies don't fly thousands of miles, and the rule is broken night. It's rare to hear the sound of persuading people to return to their pillows.
Silver flowers shine like bright lanterns on the tree. On this night, the bridge leading to bright stars opens.
The crowd is surging and the dust is flying under the horseshoe; Moonlight shines in every corner, where people can see the moon overhead.
The singer in the moonlight, dressed in makeup, sang Plum Blossom.
The capital has been abolished, so don't worry about the timing of leaking jade. Don't let the only midnight snack pass by in a hurry this year.
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to look up from the detached platform, spring water is half the city. Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
After a cold meal, I woke up but felt uncomfortable. Don't miss the old country for the sake of old friends, try new fire, new tea and poetry wine while you are young.
On a cold night, guests come to tea for wine, and the bamboo stove soup is boiling red at first.
As usual, there are plum blossoms in front of the window, and there are plum blossoms before the month.
Fire tree, fish and dragon dance, Baochai building is far away. The tanning bow is red, the glass is blue, and the flowers will slowly return. Cold is light and shallow. Just as the smoke is getting thicker, meteors are like arrows. The past is shocking, and a pair of lotus shadows are broken.
Don't hate the fleeting time, hate the residual butterfly powder, the light is too shallow. Whispering, blowing incense, writing in a dark dust cage, all chasing the cool breeze and messy. Knock over the floor. When can I see you again? If you don't understand lovesickness, the moon will be full tonight.
On the night of Lantern Festival, by the river, the bright moon shines brightly on beautiful people. At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer and follows the horse without dust.
Lonely mountain people are old! Drums and blowjobs, but he joined the Nongsang Society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.
The red volcano stands tall, and the fire clouds are dense over the volcano in May.
Fire clouds cover the mountains and stranded birds dare not fly thousands of miles.
The fire cloud was just blown away by Hu Feng in the early morning and turned back with the rain in the evening.
This circle is full of iron-closed trees, transpiration half of the covered Jiaohe River.
You travel all the way in the fire in Shandong, and the lonely clouds on the mountain will follow you to the East.
Open the heavy house in the right place and the fireball will fly in the air. The moon is full at night, and after dawn, the stars are lonely. The sky is hard to extinguish, and the clouds are endless. Knowing the Taiping generation far away, the national treasure is in name.
There is no dust on a clear night, and the moonlight is like silver. Be sure to pour the wine for ten minutes. This is both fame and fortune, but it is a waste of people and money. A pony in a sigh, a fire in a stone, and a dream.
Although you hold an article, who will kiss you? And Tao Tao, happy innocence. When will you go home? Be an idle person. Yes, a piano, a pot of wine and a cloud.
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Jiangnan is good and the scenery is old; When spring comes, the sun rises from the river, the flowers on the river are brighter than red, and the green river is greener than the blue grass. How can we make people not miss Jiangnan?
Jiang Nanyi, the most memorable is Hangzhou; Looking for laurel trees in Zhongshan Temple in the month, watching the tide on the pillow in the county pavilion. When will you come again?
Jiang Nanyi, followed by martial arts; Wu Yi cup of spring bamboo leaves, Wu Wa dance lotus drunk. We'll meet again sooner or later!