Song Ci: Peng in Song Dynasty
Where is my home?
For the crows in the sunset, flowers fly freely.
All corners of the country, Qian Shan, divided this life.
How can I have the feeling of begonia? I owe Yuanyang nothing.
Spring is just right, sighs are limited, and there are countless old mountains.
Go home.
You try.
Swallow the oriole in purple, and worry about the twilight.
The drizzle is oblique, the tobacco is cut off, and the summer heat is a few degrees cold.
Locked in the spirit, the golden bird and the jade rabbit are bound.
Today's ancient events, like a flowing river, are hard to tell.
Liu Chenweng in Song Dynasty in Ying Tixu's Works
As boring as sadness and red rain, I can't afford to blow.
We are old friends and have met before, but we still want to talk.
Staring for a long time, the desert city is setting and the smoke is filled.
Ask where you are now and send a message to your old street.
Speaking of that time, Su Li was at sea.
The snow at night is like a quilt.
If you want to join hands, don't doubt water.
Waiting for the river beam, a statue falling on the moon, life and death.
Looking at the old man's pavilion, I can vaguely see a long sword.
The ancients have passed away and are famous in history, saying that it should be like this.
Who would have thought it would be ups and downs?
Have fun, beautiful scenery, ring bells and dancers, Zhu Mendida.
Carving a saddle and wearing a hat, laughing at a hollow reputation, has nothing to do with the past.
Just look at each other, starve to death in Xishan, and hang the east gate. What's the fun of life?
The ancients are dead, heroes in the world, envoys and generals.
Listen to Woo-Woo, get up early, dance and wander, drink tall buildings and sing the whole city.
Throughout the ages, I have seen the bottom of the Milky Way in my career of writing on the stars.
Laugh at his yellow paper to withdraw the king, and the red flag will help me.
Poems of Yan Lu in Tang Dynasty
Nourish the spirit, nourish the abdomen and nourish the spirit.
People who learn this skill are immortal.
A hat is a sailing boat, and you can travel anywhere.
The big sand boundary will come soon, and the stone will rot and pine for several autumn.
Whether you are a Taoist or a monk, it is different to mix customs and light.
The sea of bitterness turns into a heavenly road, and Pilu often shines a thousand lights.
Miss Ling in Yuan Dynasty is not vulgar.
Who is Yingjie? It's a matter of time.
Given the wisdom of eyes and ears, how can you be willing to waste your life?
Go to Yan Laihong, the birds are gone, when will the world rest?
In the field of storms, Okawa doesn't need to participate often.
I have traveled to thousands of households, all corners of the country, and the same Mid-Autumn Moon.
Look at yourself positively and remember that you are all original.
Empty is not empty, dreams are real dreams, don't tell idiots.
If you want to ride a crane, gifts are scarce at night.