How far away is a foreign land, and the dream is broken in Jiangcheng. If you are sick, you are ashamed of books; if you are poor, you are ashamed of wine. Spring flowers are backward, and Xiao Yue is empty and bright. Only this long whistle made the old man walk in the sky.
2. Don't Be a Brother by Liu Zongyuan
Scattered residual red all over the gloom, double hanging farewell tears across the river. The treacherous party, because the party did not leave the capital, lived more than 6 thousand miles away; I left Baiyue desolate, gaunt and poor for the rest of my life. Guiling malaria forest, black clouds hanging white; Welcome to the beautiful future of Dongting with spring scenery and water and sky. Fang Wei depends on dreams, and acacia is willing to sleep on the pillow; Wandering in the dim light, the clouds seem to be real.
3. Grandma Pavilion by Tang Li Bai
Jinling old man sees off guests, crawling grass on the roadside. The ancient feelings are endless, and I hate the white poplar here. I took Sugar to play, and I sang Qingchuan Night Frost. I have heard five chapters of Niu Zhu's song before, and now I want to thank Yuan Gulang. Bitter bamboo sounds like autumn moon, and the empty curtain returns to the dream alone.
4. Song Shaoyong's Flower Arrangement
The flowers on the head glow in the wine cellar, and there are good flowers in the wine cellar. After two quiet days, I saw the heyday of the Four Dynasties. Strong conditions, in the prime of life. The wine is full of flowers, the shadow is red, and you won't get drunk before the flowers.
5, Lu Songzu Gao "He Xinlang"
Hold the willow before the wind. Ask Yan Yi about the boat that day, if you have been here recently. The tide of the moon rises and falls, and everything is infinite, and the tea smoke is not messy for a long time. Manliu, the bass is still there. However, I have never made mistakes in fame and fortune, and I care for this barren temple. Hate the past and the present, scratch your head. Jiang Yingmei has thin flowers. There is no dust, the snow is flying, the wind is blowing, and the night window is like day. Wanli Gankun saved the fisherman and gave it to him. It's also the time to write poetry. Flapping seagulls and herons, saying I am grateful for the New Year. Fly over me, * * * cheers.
6. Song Luyou's "Post-book Sense"
Poor and lifelong, swimming behind closed doors. Tang Yu is not far away, but Kong Zhou still exists. Am I cheating on him? Nine studies will forget to eat and sleep, and teenagers will miscalculate.