One of my favorites. .
Hou Xian's "Kunming Lake". . .
Traveling in spring and forgetting about three thousand miles, I sent the lake to Kunming to meet the rain, and mistakenly went to Su Di
Light shadows cast green beside the thin lake, newly torn green silk and satin clothes
If you make a mistake, take advantage of the beauty of spring. Seventeen lines from the shore of Kunming, poetry is crowded
Cloud tea and plain eyebrows are waiting for the water to invite, and two millimeters of spring spirit penetrate into the heart of the lake
Farewell to the low Silent words, keep it in mind
Spring comes and blooms, spring comes home without mentioning love
The lake embraces the landscape hall, but my heart lives in Kunming
I send you away in disguise as a tea horse
Kunming turns around and the lake turns into tears
I want to send my heart to spring to warm it up again
The catkins hidden last year are precious
< p>Melting ice into tears while longing is unpreparedrap:
Mistakenly love Kunming, love is more failed than not loving,
After losing to reserve In modern times, say "bey" to love for me!
i don't cry )
Wandering around the Kunming guest table, my gentle classmates speak Pu'er, and I don't know what to say
< p>The warmth and cold exchanged two or three sentences, and occasionally someone responded to the greetingThe needle and thread asked the girl crossing the bridge again, whose embroidery would be done by someone else
The table faced the chair and sighed, transferring to another school makes a daughter of a daughter.
Pick half a pear in Kunming by the lake
Wake up after spring and winter, move away from the window view
The mute bird still wants to sing the couple's wedding
>Kunming turns around and the lake turns to tears
I want to send my heart to spring to warm it up again
The catkins hidden last year are precious
While Unprepared longing will melt the ice into tears
Singer:
(Half cup of tea, half cup of lake bottom sand, half sentence, half song of Die Lianhua
Half cup Half a cup of tea with sand on the bottom of the lake, half a person accompanying me with a cold joke)
(The tears of Kunming Lake steamed up half a year ago and followed the clouds to fly south
Slowly rain fell, and returned Tea cup under colorful clouds)
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