It's raining in the evening over Fengcheng, big and small. Wen Jun stayed in Lindong that night, and he heard the sound of the lotus pond several times.
Wandering in ancient times
Year: Song Author: Wang Chuhou
Who said it was difficult to be poor in the past? Generally speaking, it was empty.
It can be said that you followed the dream butterfly before your death, arguing like a cloud refers to a ghost.
Adding snow in the dark, white eyebrows and blushing.
The melancholy wasteland is lazy to look back, and the evening nurtures the hate platform.
Taoyuanhang
Year: Song Author: Zhao Ruchun
Peach blossoms are planted on Wuling Creek, and children's laughter becomes a career.
At first, I didn't know how far I was from the land. Yu Lang was surprised to ask the family of the suspected fairy.
I forgot the way when I came. Running water and spring breeze were idle.
Longxiang deer can rise and fall, but it can't reach the place where bloom flowers fall.
The river is dark and wet, and my father can't stay if he wants to.
Chickens and dogs passing through the forest are drifting away, birds are singing and streams are green.
"Wang gave it to his friend who made jade."
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Distribute bare Puwei forest, and Ma Jun sends wine to comfort loneliness.
Rivers do not wash old and modern grievances, and heaven and earth can know loyalty and righteousness.
No couple sometimes invite the moon to fall, and they are crazy enough to cross.
Jade boat full of autumn dew, but hate goose.
Send your brother back to his hometown.
Year: Tang Author: Zhang Jiuling
The sun stopped when it got old, and Lin Yi died. At this time, Myanmar and Maifu became guests.
Anyone who can give up his beloved is forced to give up his name. It is difficult to be virtuous and sincere.
Trees meet buildings, and dust is willing to benefit mountains. I can't grasp your grace, Li Ning and Ke Qingbi.
To honor and raise, but sigh.
Night night
Year: Tang Author: Pei Yizhi
There is no shadow in the forest, there are waves in the sky, and there are moons in the moon.
After the people in the independent empty pavilion went to sleep, the sound of wind and water in Luo Qiao became much louder.
Lingfeng Wen Qiuyu
Year: Song Author: Zheng
At night, the lotus pond leaves turn over, and the sound is like a pearl falling on an ice tray.
The dream of the small window guest suddenly broke, knowing that it was autumn rain coming to the pool.
Clouds in the clear sky press the front mountain, and the cool wind floats from the forest end.
When he was ill, he felt his clothes were thin, and Pu Kui looked at him mercilessly.
The family is clamoring for advice, and the year is expected to be healthy and rich.
I prefer the imperial court to study in the southeast, and we encourage ourselves to add a dish.