First, Song Liujun's Tanabata:
Lingma hurried all the way to Qixiang, and went there temporarily. I think it's past Sandao Pass, so why use China lanterns to shine brighter? Jade wrist double silk gently shaking, summer clothes miscellaneous dark. Who can beat the clumsy with clever words? Only pigeons are idle and magpies are busy.
Second, Song Chenzao's "Rhyme in Langzhong":
Drunk hometown Taoran is really my bottom, falling thousands of miles into the world. The homesick wind and branches have washed the ears of the city for half a lifetime. The imperial capital, with strong rain in spring and moon, is used to washing mud. The lake is full of ice and waves, and the reflection always brings miracles. The tired magpie didn't stop talking, and the pigeons who came late talked as much as they wanted. The Ming dynasty can certainly carry wine, and the first one is the upper reaches of the lake. Although the West Lake has no beautiful scenery, it is full of clouds. I want to go home early, but the drunken commander need not be angry.
Third, Wang Songzhi's "Talk and Interpret Male Learning":
Yaolin reflects the dust, so it feels cold and new. Don't be surprised by the noisy magpies in front of the window, but be sure to pity the returnees on the river. It is fun to throw bricks at Putin, but it is difficult to get rid of chalk. Sitting on the red gold and chewing, I was a guest at the meeting.
Four, Tang Feng Yan Si's "Magpie Tread":
How much trouble can you be in? My heart is broken and my soul is gone, but I still go in spring. I only like the lingque language on the wall, but I don't know that Jade Bird is completely wrong. If the heart hangs thousands of rays of sun, the water is wide and the flowers fly, and the dream breaks Wushan Road. Open your eyes and don't worry about anything. Is bead curtain lovesick?
Five, Qing Yuanmei's "Red Cliff":
On the one hand, the Dongfeng million-strong army set up three points here that year. The fire of the Han family will eventually burn the thief, and the dragon on the pool will get the cloud. In autumn, the river flows freely and the fishing lights are still shining. I don't want to play the flute, but the smell of black magpies on a cold night.
Six, song Wu Yong "smell the magpie":
Wash the car a little in freezing rain, and the glow is just as bad. Tao sheng is not asleep yet, and his horns are dry and noisy. Excuse me, where did the magpie come from? The next sound is good. This sound is solid but not evil, and it is idle. If you feel comfortable, you will be happy. If you are happy, you won't be rewarded. Peace is auspicious, and auspicious Bak Yan is your call. Xiao Xie is still a stranger to me, so who is the pedestrian? Advise my son not to rap and move his language to Zhumen Road.
Seven, Tang Yao and "You Chun":
After the first day of the first month, it is a sleepless search for spring. I know I'm still a loner and my opinions are too arrogant. Look at the water instead of the road, climb high and look far. Think about it before the night wind. The official is humble and long, and the county is out without the city. If you catch a cold before dawn, you will bear the disease in spring. Branches are soft in the wind and vegetables are light in the soil. What a nice magpie in the Woods. Today is full of joy. Poetry and wine are linked together, and thinking about the DPRK is not poor. Moss marks in the snow, Chun Zhu smoke.