The fog is thick and the clouds are light, and the brain is getting thinner and thinner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Show it to your son.
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
Complain about love
Recalling that year, in order to find opportunities to make contributions, I went to Liangzhou, the border guard, alone. Where is the dream of closing the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur. The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. Who had expected this life, the heart is in Tianshan, and the body is in Cangzhou.
Climb Yueyang Tower and see Junshan in the rain.
Pass on the desolation of the edge through the death of the temple, and now live outside Qutang Gorge in Yan Guan. Jiangnan smiled and stood in front of Yueyang Tower to Junshan.