September 10th Occult Book by Li Yu Late rain, autumn gloom, and wine suddenly wake up, and the feeling is difficult to calm down. The yellow flowers are neglected, and the red leaves are rustling with the sound of drums. After turning away from the world, I can be tired of the vulgarity, but I still haven't forgotten my passion by chance. Ever since my temples turned gray, I didn't learn from An Ren but I was shocked. Autumn Orioles Li Yu The remnant orioles don't know what's going on in autumn, they are still wandering alone through the secluded forest. The old tongue listens in all kinds of ways, and a dark yellow point enters the smoke stream. Qi Chi turned his back on the world and shared the sorrow of Lu, his eyes were as bright as a sheng in pieces. Don't linger any longer to go back, the dew flowers are desolate and cold, and the polygonum flowers are sad. The disease begins and the wall of the mountain house is mentioned by Li Yu. The illness in the mountain house is mild at first, and the staff and turban are brown, which is called leisure. A small fire is turned on in the stove to warm the air, and the ditch leads to the sound of new streams. For the time being, Peng Juan is in peace with his decayed nature. In the final period, Zong Yuan will ask about his lifelessness. Who can work hard in the dust, and be greedy and combine fish and dragon to build a strong reputation? Sending King Deng's twenty younger brothers from Yimu to Xuancheng. Li Yu Qiwei Qingge is even more late. The waves are invading, the light is rippled with sorrow, and the mountains are filled with hatred. How extreme is your love for the cypress trees? I rely on the lantern to see the sun to the west. There are so many places in the Yanjiang River so close to each other, there is no need to embrace the heavy misery. Crossing the Zhongjiang River and looking at Shicheng, weeping Li Yu’s old hometown south of the Yangtze River and north of the Yangtze River has been a dream for thirty years. The palace of Wuyuan is now in desolation, and the palace of Guangling is desolate. The cloud cage is far away and there are thousands of pieces of sadness, and the rain is hitting the boat with thousands of tears. Four brothers with a family of three hundred cannot sit around and think about it. Elegy by Li Yu The pearls are broken before the eyes, and the flowers wither in the world. The hatred in my heart was not gone, but I missed it again. The jade basket is still full of medicine, and the incense box has been stained with dust. I will feel sad in the past, and I will feel sad in the future. There are no tears to wet the towel. The beauty is the same as the fragrant tree, and the dangerous path is the same. It is sad to see spring come true, but the bitter rain hurts the bushes. Where is Mingli now? Her wandering matters are gone. There is nothing to ask about, and I will thank the east wind for thousands of years. Mourning Poem by Li Yu It is hard to forget him forever, and he sighs in pain when he is lonely. It rains in late autumn and makes me feel lonely, and my sorrow increases my illness. I can't think about it before I swallow the wind, and my eyes are blurry and blurry. The king of space should remember me, and the poor man is lost in his family. Feelings of Li Yu I saw the old branches of the tung blossoms again, and the mist and rain on the first floor were desolate. Who can feel melancholy? My eyes are filled with tears. The charming beauty is no longer seen in the city, and the festival is full of sorrow. In the sky, there is the old smoke and moon, and the eyebrows are weeping in Furong City. Plum blossoms by Li Yu are diligently transplanted to the ground, with curved sills and small railings. ***When I meet again on a beautiful day, I still worry about whether it will be beautiful. Block the wind and open the barriers, and use the moon to irrigate the cold spring. Unexpectedly, before and after the flowers, the eyebrows are not complete. Dongjun didn't know he lost the owner of the fireworks. What's the use of the fragrance? It still smells like last year's branches. Book Ling Banquet Handkerchief by Li Yu The floating life is haggard, and the beauty is lost in the prime of life. The sweaty hands are stained by fragrance, and the eyebrows are stained by smoke. Book on the Back of Pipa by Li Yu The shoulder is as sharp as a shaving, and it is hard to beat the number of strands of silk tape. The fragrance of heaven leaves the phoenix tail, and the remaining warmth is in the sandalwood trough. Feelings of nostalgia during illness Li Yu has been very haggard for many years, and depression is more likely to cause self-injury. The wind invades the diseased bones, and the rain qi swallows the intestines. The night cauldron is filled with decoction, and the mustache is half stained with frost. How similar is the front edge? Who can ask the King of Space? Li Yu wrote a book while he was ill. His body was strong and his feelings were deep. He sat at a banquet with fragrance and thought about his own duties. Living quietly in the moonlight only makes medicine, and in the secluded courtyard by the door only birds come. What can a mediocre doctor do if he is too lazy to listen to his words? The little maid will act without restraint. It is necessary to ask Buddhism to know the smell, otherwise all kinds of troubles will invade you. Li Yu, the Qing slave given to the palace man. As the charm grows old, spring becomes shameful, and the soul disappears everywhere. Thank you, the long strip seems familiar, and the strong smoke blows over the head. After inscribing the Jinlouzi, Li Yu put thousands of toothpicks in the red gauze, and Wang Can's book was burned together. If you don't leave a face with Zulong, you will get the present day in his posthumous chapter. Sentence Li Yu The distant Altair star is lost in the sun of the river. Charming yellow aunt, looking at each other from afar. There should be hatred for the warbler, but there is not much for the butterfly to dance. ("Falling Flowers") Bow and let the moon be in your hand, and your heart be shaken by the wind. ("Singing the Fan") The disease is like weakness, and it has been disgusting for five years. (The following "Luxui Notes") It is difficult to recover from the decline of beauty and illness, and Xiaodian Junlin is quite ashamed of himself. He sneered at the Qin Emperor's long-term strategy, and quietly pitied his concubine when she was suffering. The temples are getting new white today, and the chrysanthemums are still as yellow as last year. (Following "Famous Talks of Han Mansion") After all eternity, one person will die, and there will be a plateau at the burial ground in Zuixiang. Life is less than a hundred years old, and I have just painted a thousand-year painting. ("Yike Cong Tan") The sun reflects the fairy clouds, the autumn sky is high and the sky is deep. ("Miscellaneous Things in Hailu") When the black light begins to shine, the dragon candle will fight to hold it. (The following "Kong Tie") The branches are full of dew. The sun has gone west, and the solemn and cold weather has arrived. There are nine swans and four lantern fish. Avoid drinking without thinking. Pouring the bowl increases life expectancy, and delivering deep meals to guests. Poppy Li Yu When did the spring flowers and autumn moon come, how much do you know about the past? There was an east wind in the small building last night, and the motherland cannot bear to look back in the bright moon. The carved railings and jade masonry should still be there, but the beauty has changed. Asking you how much sorrow you can have is like a river of spring water flowing eastward. The wind returns to the small courtyard, turning green, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I have been silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon is still the same as before.
The music and songs have not yet dispersed, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the building is darkly painted. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to bear. Lang Tao Sha Li Yu The rain gurgled outside the curtain, and the mood of spring was fading. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while. Don't lean on the railing when you are alone. There is no limit to the country. It is easy to say goodbye but difficult to see others. The flowing water and falling flowers are gone in spring, and the world is in heaven and earth. The past events can only be mourned, but the scenery cannot be dismissed. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard. As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden sword has been buried, and the strength has faded. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly. Think of the shadow of Yulou Yao Palace, shining in Qinhuai! Crow's Night Cry - Li Yu The forest flowers have withered the spring red, it's too hasty, and the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. The tears of rouge keep people drunk, and when they are heavy, it is natural that life grows and hates the water. Also, it was windy and rainy last night, and there was a rustling sound in the curtains and curtains. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat. Things in the world go with the flow, only to have a dream come true. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but other than that it is unsuitable. Happy Meeting Li Yu Speechlessly, I went up to the west building alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard. The constant cutting, the confusion is still there, it is the sadness of separation, and the general feeling of separation is in my heart. A handful of dendrobium beads Li Yu is just putting on her evening makeup, Shen Tan is lightly adding a few drops. Showing the cloves slightly to people, singing a clear song, temporarily causing the cherries to burst. The sleeves of the sleeves are remnant and the color is beautiful, and the cup is soaked with fragrant mash and worms. The embroidered bed is leaning on the embroidered bed, and she is chewing the red velvet, laughing and spitting at Tanlang. Qing Ping Le Li Yu Farewell to the spring half, it touches the eyes and makes the heart break. The fallen plum blossoms are like snow, and they are still full after being brushed. There is no evidence of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Leaving hatred is just like grass in spring. Travel farther and you will still be alive. Huanxi Sha Li Yu The red sun is already three feet high, the golden furnace is adding fragrant beasts one after another, and the red brocade lichen wrinkles with every step. The beautiful lady dances with golden hairpins, and when she is drunk, she picks up flower stamens and smells them. From the other hall, she can hear the playing of flutes and drums in the distance. I turned around and turned the candle to flutter, and I returned home in a dream. I wanted to find traces of my past, but I was disappointed that people were wrong. The wish of heaven was contrary to my own. When the moon pool platform is empty and the water is gone, and the shady flower pavilions are dimly lit, I don't hesitate to put on more clothes when I climb up. Bodhisattva Man Li Yu The bright moonlight envelopes the light mist, and the sky is now heading towards Langbian! Wear shorts and stockings on the fragrant steps, and carry gold-leafed shoes. See you on the south side of the painting hall. I always tremble when I lean against someone. It is difficult for a slave to come out, but I teach you to be merciful. Linjiang Fairy by Li Yu The cherries have fallen and spring has returned, and the butterflies turn over and fly together. Zigui cries about the moon in the west of the small building, the jade hooks and curtains hang, and the melancholy twilight smoke hangs down. After the lonely alleys and people dispersed, I looked at the remaining tobacco in the doldrums. The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix. Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi. Breaking the Waves Li Yu In the past forty years, my family and country have covered three thousand miles of mountains and rivers. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have you ever known fighting? Once you become a captive, your waist will sink and your temples will fade away. On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, the temple is still playing farewell songs. Weeping to Gong E. Midnight Song by Li Yu How can we avoid sorrow and hatred in life? There is no limit to my love for being alone in ecstasy! The dream of returning to the motherland makes me shed tears. Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. The past has become empty, still like a dream.