Qing Dynasty: Qu Fu
A hundred gold buys a horse, and a thousand gold buys a beauty;
Where can I buy youth if I buy a senior official?
Spring in Jiangnan
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
How long can youth last? Birds sing in spring.
People in the world, I don't know where to go home, wandering, white-haired.
The shadow lingers in Chu month, but the heart flies to Qin Yun.
This body is particularly brilliant, and the countryside has long been deserted.
It's the end of the year. Where should we go? Sing Long song se bekin's song.
Bodhisattva lang returns to the upstairs song
Song Dynasty: Zhang Xian
Yi Lang also went upstairs. The grass in front of the building is green every year. Green is like a robe. The sleeves floated up as soon as I turned around. ?
Langpao should be old. The color is not long. Afraid of spring in the mirror. Not as new as flowers and plants.
flowers fall
Tang Dynasty: Wang Bo
Falling flowers are lonely.
Green leaves reflected Dan calyx, followed Pei Jun back to the Golden Pavilion.
Shadow brush makeup order and hawksbill banquet, dogwood curtain in the ballroom.
Falling flowers fly into the curtain.
Spring is full, and spring people don't return.
Falling flowers, the atmosphere around tall trees.
Spring has been complicated, and spring people ignore it.
The pavilion is quiet and idle, and the red scarf is returned.
In the prime of life, it's hard to climb.
Try to swim in the fallen flowers in Fudan and stay in the fallen flowers at dusk.
I fell out of the garden with you, and a double fan appeared on the stage.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.