Yuan Dynasty: Sadulla
Six generations of luxury, spring has passed, and there is no news.
Looking up to heaven, mountains and rivers win, this is not the past.
Before Wang Xietang, Shuang Yanzi and Wuyi Lane had known each other.
Listening to the night, lonely, spring tide is urgent.
Remembering the past is like knitting. I miss my old country and feel empty.
But the smoke fades and the grass fades, and the crow sets in the sun.
Yushu Qiu Ge is cold, rouge well is cold and weeping.
Up to now, only Jiang, Qinhuai Bi!
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The spring of six generations living under one roof is gone forever. The scenic spots in Jinling are not what they used to be. At that time, my dear Wang and Xie family, I met them in Wuyi Lane. How are they now? It's late at night, and the spring tide beats Jinling City, stirring the lonely voice. The past is unbearable, and only a little remains remain in Jinling. Now it's nothing more than wild smoke. Birds are singing and flying in the sunset, and the autumn dew is cold. Chen Houzhu's "Flowers in the Back Garden of Yushu" has not been sung by many people, and the rouge well, which has been hidden in Chen Houzhu, has also been abandoned. Cicada sings bleakly. Ray, what else? Only Zhongshan is still green, and Qinhuai River is still dripping with clear water.
2. "Children travel, the frost-covered atrium on the building"
Tang dynasty: ling huchu
Frost fills the atrium, the moon crosses the building, and the golden statue and jade column welcome the clear autumn.
In those days, I said I wanted to be happy and didn't want to rest until dawn.
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The courtyard is frosted, and the moon has passed the small building, enjoying the late autumn scenery by leaning on the jade column. Those days were just moments of happiness, and I won't give up until dawn.
3. "Partridge, when a little residual red is about to run out"
Tang Dynasty: Zhou Zizhi
When a little residual red is about to run out, the cool autumn wind fills the screen. At night, the rain falls on the leaves of buttonwood, and the leaves
Ye shengsheng is leaving.
Adjust the treasure and dial the gold, and sing partridge words together at that time. It's windy and rainy now, isn't it
Tears will fall when you hear this song clearly.
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At that time, she and I were teasing each other, stirring the warm fragrance of the submerged water in the furnace, and singing "Partridge Ci" in chorus. How happy we are. Now, lonely in this west building, on this stormy night, it's hard to stop crying if you don't hear this song clearly.
4. The full text of the ancient poem "Lin Jiang Xian Ji Jin Luan sings the first song" is as follows:
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
I remember that Jin Luan sang the first song together, and the spring breeze made the country prosperous. Now I am a poor official and an old man. decade
Qi Lu, empty negative Qujiang flowers.
It is said that Lang Mountain leads to Yuen Long, but that building is too high to see your family. This lonely city has nothing to do in cold days. Sadness of parting
Difficult, mangroves are far away.
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I still remember when I first entered the first place, I was proud of my spring breeze and thought I had a bright future. But now he is humble and old. I have accomplished nothing in the past ten years and failed to live up to the banquet of the new Jinshi. I heard that you are going to Langya Mountain, which leads to Fairy Yuen Long, but you can't see your home if you climb the high building. Being alone in a lonely city, there is no reason to lean west in cold weather, and I can't tell you how sad it is to leave. I only see frosty mangroves connecting distant Xia Hong.
5. "desolate offender, Qingyang lane, autumn wind"
Song Dynasty: Jiang Kui
Qingyang Lane is deserted by the autumn wind, and the border town is separated by cables. Ma Si is drifting away, and people are returning home.
Defend the building and blow the horn. There are good and evil feelings, and what's more. Just like at that time, the general department
Qu, winding through the desert.
Think of the West Lake, the boats are singing and dancing, and enjoy the evening. Are you always there? Now that I think about it,
Green withered, red withered. Write a sheep skirt and tie it when the new goose comes. Afraid of being in a hurry, refuse to send
Wrong appointment.
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When the autumn wind blows from the streets full of willows, this border town becomes more desolate and desolate. I seem to hear a horse braying. Where are the travelers going? It was already evening, and the bugle sounded on the garrison building. I am in a bad mood, what's more, there is cold smoke and grass in front of me, bleak and desolate, just like a general leading an army in the desert.
So I deeply recalled that wonderful time. On the West Lake in Bianjing, I took the singer in a boat and played among the flowers in the evening. All the friends who played together at that time were still there. I can imagine that it was autumn when the green leaves withered and the red flowers withered. I used a dress to write down my mood at the moment, and tied it to the geese when they flew by in spring. I'm afraid they won't send it to me in a hurry, which will delay our future appointment.