the wind is crazy and the rain is horizontal. It is an inviting garden with many peaches and plums. When there is no strength in the upper floor, who will lean on it when the dust is full. Just add clothes to the fire, move the incense to the pillow, and don't roll up the bamboo curtain. After the Lantern Festival, it is so cold in spring. In order to ask about the new sunny days, the dove sings on the house and the magpie reports the happiness before the eaves. Wipe the eyes of the old poems, and look at the spring water. Under the moon, with shoulders and lace tied to horses, this prosperity is over today. The wine in southwest China is cheap, and time is only a snap.
Ci Nian Nujiao
Spring Festival Evening in Dongting, the old legend of fear is a stunner on earth. Tidy up the jade pool and pour out the beauty of the country, and come to the wall of Zhulan. Through the dragon fragrance, through the curtain, the warbler speaks, and it is expected that the muscles are like blood. The true state of the moon demon, who taught to avoid outstanding people. The wine went to the cold window and stayed last night. It should be plum blossom hair. Gao Tang was endowed with imagination, no matter how lonely the lamp was. Half a face is difficult, sentimental and susceptible, worrying about stars. The sound of the beam is ringing, forgetting the taste of March for Iraq.
The word Niannujiao
Who nursed it? The cold branches of the old year have sealed the moss. Maoshe Shuli River is on the road, and the mountains in jathyapple are small. You should know what you are groping for, and Cao Liu is grateful, not to mention the frost and dawn. Fragrant life, it is expected that Jun Chang will be annoyed by flowers. A disconsolate passer-by is a favorite, and the bamboo is inclined outside. I'm in the east of Ceng Zui, arousing the poet's parents. Now, leaning on a stick, I know Shang Shan Hao in the dancing snow. Please buy wine and watch the canal dump with me.
ci Qin yuanchun
all my life, I laughed all over the world, and my children resented my kindness. If you can have a few white heads, you must go alone, and you will be proud of it. All dressed up, the canal is safe and sound, and the door of Shenwu was hung together. It's like a dream, how much can you compete for, and the chicken is faint. There is no new cause in this heart. The year of holding urn comes from irrigation garden. However, I am sad about the past, attentive to the Buddha, and want to ask about the cause. But I'm afraid of the green hills, and it's also a hindrance to the virtuous road, so I don't have to fight to see you before. Friends in the mountains, try to sing high and Chu, and pay attention to evocation.
Ci Qin Yuan Chun
There is a beauty, and Yu Pei lives in seclusion, which I dream of. Ask the setting sun still shines, the hometown of Yuqiao, who remembers the long bridge, and think about it now. Materialized boundless, fugue as if, spring and apes sing autumn cranes fly. I was surprised to laugh, but suddenly I saw a clear wave and a thousand feet of rainbow. Looking at Cui Wei in the west. There is a green maple above and a stream below. Waiting for the empty mountain to introduce itself, the cold spring and autumn chrysanthemum, but the middle stream is sent, Guiqiu Lanqi. Everything is long, and a hundred years of double temples, I am not a foreigner who will return. With a long time, you are clearing up your worries and getting drunk.
ci Qin yuanchun
I try to comment on you, and you are what you are, just like Yuchuan. Remember the plum blossom, take the cloud * * * language, after the plum blossom, miss the moon. White hair comes back, painting a bridge, and autumn water flies alone. At the same place, I watched her shake the bright moon and her clothes were blue and neon. Xiang Jun Gao Jie Cui Wei. It is here to plow rocks and fish streams. Blown away by the west wind, the village flute club drums, the green hills remain, and the clouds are loosely covered. I am worried about the past, and I am pregnant with people at dusk. all of my heart returned from outer space. The new words are good, but they seem bleak, and every word is worthy of the title.
ci Qin yuanchun
I am drunk and crazy, and you make a new sound, relying on songs to make peace. It is fragrant and directional, and the plum is proud, light and clear, and thinking in the snow. By the Suzaku Bridge, who knows, weeds set in the sun and swallow in spring. Don't ask, there is no rain, but it is sunny and neon. Cui Wei, a great poet. There is even a pen like a mountain of ink. Look at your talent, Cao Liu's opponent, coquettish, Qu Song lowered the flag. Who knows enough, promises himself all his life, and generosity must be returned by a horse. Chang' an road, ask the weeping rainbow thousand columns, where was the question.
words and water tune the song
at the corner of the ancient city at sunset, I advise you to stay. Chang' an road is far away, so what's the matter with the snow? Exhausted the golden life experience, regardless of Qin Lou people's grievances, returned to Sha Ou. Go boating tomorrow night, and leave the sorrow with the moon. Fame, when will you rest before you are old? There are thousands of books and poems, and I have to go to Guyizhou. Don't learn from Ban Chao's pen, so that he can seal Hou Wan Li and haggard the old frontier state. Where to rely on Liu Ke, lonely fu ascend the stairs.
the words and water tune the song
the official business is not easy, and they come to the wine side. If you don't have me, ask who your arms are open to. However, if you let go of your life, don't worry about the ridicule of others. If you are deeply stung, you will be shocked. White hair still laughs at itself, where to set it down. Five car books, eternal drink, and a hundred talents. Before the new words arrived, Qiong Gui dreamed of my arms first. It's over the west wind and heavy nine, and it's necessary to start with yellow flowers, but the poetry is not closed. You want to spend all over the county, and peaches and plums are planted while you can.
the word "Shuidiao Song Tou"
There are thousands of varieties of words, which are famous for moving the imperial family. Jin Luan played grass that day and put pen to paper. Take it under the boundless spring, waiting for the mountains and rivers to be old, and teach the crows on the temples. Don't worry about the money flowing to the ground, and plan to get drunk. Call Shuangcheng, sing Nong Yu and dance green China. One is to drink chitose, and the rivers and seas suck the clouds. It is said that the capital of the Qing Dynasty wants to pull the waves of the Milky Way and wash the sand in the northwest. Looking back at the Japanese side, I recognize flying cars in the clouds.
words and water tune songs
thousands of ancient toad mouths, clouds and holes are inserted into the sky. What happened on the day of the mark, it surged to Cui Wei. Seize the soil and play with the sand, the green valley and the pale cliff have changed several times, and the wind and rain have turned people into people. For a moment, Wan Li, wild horses suddenly empty. Laugh for years, banana deer dream, draw a snake cup. The yellow flowers are gaunt and windy, and the wild flowers are barren. Who will be healthy next year, and the day after tomorrow will still look back on the past, and singing and dancing will only be empty. Love wine Tao Yuanliang, no wine is wandering.
words and water tune songs
the words are ingenious, and the pavilions are romantic. All my life, I have made a mountain valley, and I have also made a plan at the end of the year. Five acres of gardens are beautiful and wild, and a paddy field will be green. Be invincible in autumn. A full meal is good for flowers, but you forget your worries. I'm old, exploring Yu's cave, and I owe a trip to the east. It's a romantic time in your family, and Bai Niao is going to have a leisurely time. Chajia toothpick ten thousand axes, shoot a tiger and ride on the south mountain, let me take the beard. I want to persuade you to drink more, and lie in a tall building.
words and water tune
the sun and the moon are like ants, and everything is floating. Look at the river outside the eaves, rolling from the east. In the middle of the night, flowers and snow are coming in the spring, and Lao Tzu has already lost his life. When you ask how you are at the end of the year, you count thousands of oranges. Dream in a chain, sing a song, and ascend the stairs. Yellow chicken and white wine, you go to the village community for an autumn. Who asks if the sword leans on heaven? All the people can laugh, and there is China in the northwest. It's up to you. It's a boat through the ages.
words and water tune songs
Talking about visitors to the West Lake, watching the water is more important than watching the mountains. Light make-up and heavy makeup evoke a temporary view. Today, the willow growers turned their backs on the wine songs and got drunk. Lao Tzu is not shallow, singing and dancing don't teach leisure Before looking at the statue, gather and disperse lightly, and be less sad and happy. Chengtou is infinitely ancient, and the sunset is cold and frosty. Who sings yellow chicken and white wine, remember the red flag and clear night, and ride the moon for thousands of times. Don't say Xizhou Road, but have a drink.
words and water tune
everything is a glass of wine, and Long song will be sighed. There are guests in Duling, and they have just built a whirling cloud. You must believe in fame and fortune, who knows what's on your mind in the past few years, and Gu Jing doesn't make waves. Look at all kinds of hair, and there will be more snow. Ersanzi, ask Dangui and Qian Su E. Life is full of fireflies and snow, and men are helpless. Look at Chang' an's pride, don't hate the spring breeze, and the flowers and willows are self-defeating. Laugh tonight, and the bright moon mirror is newly polished.
The title of the word "Shuidiao"
There is Huang Ju in the years, and it takes a thousand years to build a hedge. Leisurely politics must be two words, a poem that laughs long and retreats. Since ancient times, this mountain has existed, and I didn't see anything until then. Who knows? You pour more wine when you get up. I don't have to quit when I'm drunk Looking back, the clouds are coming out and the birds are tired of flying. Come upstairs again, and you will have a good time. Everyone writes the porch window all over, which makes the children recite it and say goodbye. Ten thousand scrolls are sometimes used, and sticks are planted and cultivated.
words and water tune songs
Yuanming loves chrysanthemums best, and Sanjiu is also planted loosely. Who cleans it up? It's a thousand-year-old flavor in this mountain. Read Li Sao's hand all over, and sweep away the meal. The staff is thick with frost. Jiaojiao is too independent, and it is even more inserted into the hibiscus. The water is flowing, the clouds are falling, and the rocks are falling. Suqin turbid wine calls guests, and there is an ancient wind at the end. However, it is strange that the castle peak can be clever, and Zheng Er looks across as a ridge, and his face has become a peak. Poetry is alive, and the sun and the moon have new jobs.
the word "Manjianghong"
The beautiful scenery is beautiful, which is just charming. The situation is bright and the length is very clear. I intend to climb the stairs to see the jade rabbit, who will cover the silver que. Qian Fei curtain, to blow open, who says? Chord and hope are missing from the garden. What is the difference between today and yesterday? Envy the night hand, osmanthus can be folded. Andrew climbed the pillar of heaven and calmly accompanied the reward festival. Nowadays, if you don't listen to the talk, you will be worried.
the word "Manjianghong"
Light a cherry, and it will be like snow. Spring is just right, and I see the dragon and the sun are worn out, and the purple moss is pale. The milk swallow is weak in attracting young birds to fly, and the warbler is timid in calling friends. Asking for spring return, refusing to bring sorrow back, the intestines are knotted. Looking from floor to floor, spring mountains overlap. Where is home, smoke and waves are separated. Tell him about the past and present. Butterflies don't travel a thousand miles, and the sub-rules are called breaking the night. It is rare to listen to the sound and persuade people to return on their pillows.
The word "Manjianghong"
The Han River flows eastward, and it washes away all the blood. People say, your family will fly, and the old heroes and heroes. Breaking the enemy's golden city thunder, talking about the soldiers' jade account. I want Wang Lang to join the army and pass on my legacy. Waist sword, talk about the shotgun. It's a good thing to respect Chinese wine. In addition, the old friends are newly embraced, and the Han altar is continuous. When the horse is buried, it is self-sworn, and the beauty is cut off. But from now on, remember the Chu building style, Pei Taiyue.
The word "Manjianghong"
The wind is rolling in the courtyard, and the yellow leaves are falling, which is as cool as washing. Smile and fold, autumn and English will enjoy the same reward, and the fragrance will be fragrant. The sky is far from being poor and looking forward to it for a long time, and the building is still leaning on it. No one will fight for it, and lonely tears will play in autumn. Hate today and ancient times, Shen Huang base. Sorrow and joy, follow the water. I want to climb the stairs, but I am not as haggard. As far as the eye can see, there are several points in Hengshan Mountain, and the lonely boat is thousands of miles away. For Chanjuan, from now on, I am sad, Jin Zunli.
The word "Manjianghong"
Purple flies in the dust, looking ten miles, carving saddles and embroidering hubs. Spring is not old, and it has surprised the terrace, thin, red and fat. Sleeping in the rain, Haitang is still drunk, and dancing in the wind and willows is difficult to make a song. Ask the warbler, can you say that there is no hometown, and you have known each other. On the rock spring, flying bath. Under the nest, the birds live. I hate the late opening of tea, and I am upset. Lotus society can't talk about yesterday's dream, where is Lanting looking for ink? However, it is unintentional to lean on the swing.
The word Manjianghong
Southeast of the Han Festival, see Xu Ma and Guanghua Zhoudao. Must believe that it is, seven Fujian and Fuxing comes. The court grass is full of self-mind, and the banyan shade does not move. Qiu Guang is good. I don't know where you are, Penglai Island. Still laughing at yourself, people are old today. Empty hate, lingering in the arms. I have been in Jianghu for ten years, and I am tired of speaking. It's useless to leave my material behind, and it's easy to get rid of dangerous classes without roots. But if you want to search and thank the new words, you will be ashamed to report them.
the word "Man Jiang Hong"
It's better to blow incense every other room. It's strange that bees are clustered on the side of the frost. More fragrant incense to the moon, but taught the shadow to obliquely invade the bamboo. It seems that the gods are clear and the bones are cold and live in the West Lake. Boss Gen, cross the Kun axis. The branches are swaying, and the dragons are welcoming. The wine is fast and the soldiers are handsome, and the poetry world is high. Repeatedly, people have a bad taste, and after two or three cups, the flowers are ripe. Remember the five watches, the couplet is lost, and the dragon holds the candle.
The word Manjianghong
The two Gorges are full of rocks, so who will take it and the breeze will build the old one? More eyeful, clouds come and birds go, streams and mountains are green. There is no one in the world to laugh at, and there are guests at the door to welcome the grave. When you are afraid of desolation and have nothing to accompany you, plant more bamboo. Beautiful, Kethleen. The poem is good, and the paste is fragrant. Sighing only today's characters is enough. People are like Qiu Hong, and things like missiles need to be cooked. Laugh at the prince, accompany the wine and accompany the song, Yang Chunqu.
Ci Gui Chao Huan
On the eternal snow in Min 'e. They are all stones on Mount Min 'e. Your family has a history of old Quan Gong, and your daughter has worked hard to clean up. A real stone room. The empty court is even more abrupt. I remember that at that time, I wrote a long pen and inkstone, and it was wet every day. When you are old, you cry at every mountain. It's hard to find anyone who goes by night. Some people follow the example and enter the bright light, and rock stands under the jade steps. There are countless Bibi. Romantic flow does not count plain things. If you want to sing again, you must write in a cloud.
the word "Rui Hexian"
The frost and cold of wild goose penetrate the curtain. The moon is protected by light clouds, and the tender ice is still thin. The stream is swept by the comb. If you want to make powder with fragrance, it is difficult to learn gorgeous makeup. Jade muscle is thin. It's heavier and lined with dragons. Leaning against the east wind, I smiled and looked forward to the flowers falling to shame. Loneliness. Where is the home mountain, the garden after the snow, the castle by the water. Old testament of yaochi. Who will support Li Hong's staff? Pink butterfly only solves, looking for peaches and willows, and blooming all over the south branch without feeling. But sad, snubbing dusk, drawing corners several times.
Ci Han Gong Chun
On the top of the hill in Qin Wang, watch the clouds and rain, and stand upside down. It's not as good as the cloud for the rain, and the rain is cloudy. Wan Li in the sky was suddenly extinguished by the west wind. Looking back, I heard that the moon was bright and the world was screaming. Who goes to the Ruoye River, Qianmeiren goes west, and Elk Gusu. So far, the people of the old country are looking forward to it. At the end of the year, ask why, drum and harp blow. If you don't, Wang Ting will thank the pavilion, and the cold smoke and cold trees will crow.
Ci Han Gong Chun
Autumn wind on the pavilion, remember that it curled up last year and I went to my house. Although the mountains and rivers are different, the scenery is different. When the successful person goes, he feels that he is surrounded by fans and is alienated from others. Blowing constantly, the setting sun remains the same, and there is no trace of Yu. The ancient Maoling Ci is very romantic and similar in interpretation. Only now, when the wood falls into the river, it is cold and sad. An old friend's books and newspapers, don't follow suit and forget the bass. Who read me, new cool lights, a book of Taishi Gong.
ci Han gong chun
the heart is like a lonely monk, and it is more luxuriant to cultivate bamboo in the forest and fine in the mountains. Vimo decided that he was not ill, so who sent Manjusri? The bald head is past, sighing and meeting, and the language is secret. Pour over the place, talk about the heart, only now there is no public. I like the wonderful sentences in the spring most, and I am blown down by the west wind, and the jade is as bright as gold. Come back to the dream river at night, and my father will be happy. Deep in the flowers, call children and blow fire to cook perch. Go home, why break up, and repair the mountain giant source book.
ci Han gong chun
if you reach a high level, you will have a green cloud, a golden horse in a jade hall, and a poor one. Free and unfettered, small and big, self-adaptive, what is the difference between Peng and Yu. You are like a star, shining in the sky and dense and sparse. Outside the weeds, I feel sorry for fireflies, and the light is clear for the time being. The eagle is still alive through the ages. Tell me to Songjiang and ask me what to do. The bald head loves the mountain, and Weng will be angry. Life is full of people, don't eat fish, and you will definitely eat bass. I also laughed at myself, and your poem suddenly felt that there were thousands of books in your chest.
Ci and Dong Xian Song
The ice posture of jade bone is naturally cool. Who is this heavy makeup for? To a thatched cottage with a bamboo fence, it's a few mistakes. I am strange, and my face is red and microstrip. In Shouyang's makeup mirror, it should be courtesy, and the delicate hands are evenly distributed. I'm afraid I'll wait, spring hasn't arrived, the snow will open first, and I'm romantic, and I can't understand the crowd. More always do, northerners do not know Iraq, according to the tone, it is difficult to treat it as apricot flowers.