A few times, I secretly wiped tears from my shirt and leaned against the green screen to enjoy the snowflakes flying.
Chishang
Bai Juyi
The little baby holds the boat,
Steal Bai Lianhua back.
Don't understand the trace,
Duckweed blooms together.
Chang 'e and Li Shangyin in Tang Dynasty
The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
Panchi
Du Mu
Through the moss and steal his sky.
In Bai Yunsheng's mirror, before the moon goes down.
The Works of Li She, a Poet in Tang Dynasty
Tihelin Monastery
In a daze all day,
Suddenly, Wen Chun tried his best to climb the mountain.
Seeing the monk's house through the bamboo courtyard,
Stole for a long time.
Du Fu's Stone Trench ... Those who drag out an ignoble existence are dead!
Du Fu was the only old man who dragged out an ignoble existence and rebelled in the Three Dynasties. The rain is urgent and the green maple is dusk, and the clouds are deep and the black water is far away.
There is a sweet smell around us.
Author: Zhang Lei
When you have leisure, you will hesitate to do so It is a luxury dream to build a mansion with gold, after all, it is empty.
Drunk flowers, yin and yang are blameless.
It is no coincidence to use Jinling jade tablets. It's too early to write a composition. Xidi is also affectionate, stealing good names and distributing idle flowers and plants.
Song Ouyang Xiu's "Looking at the South of the Yangtze River": "I am like He Lang, and my heart is like Han Shou."
Li Qingzhao's Han Ling's "The Sound Slow" steals incense, and Xu Niang is full of powder. Mojiang is not new compared with it. If you look closely, Qu Ling has the right charm.
Yongyule
The court locked the blue road, but it was a mistake several times, and the swallow tripped slightly. Shadows fill the lake, the wind knocks on the cold bamboo, and the moonlight is cool. Deep in the small hall, first-class, Ran Ran tolerance. I am trapped in the red chamber, turning over books and poems, and I hide old branches.