Xi Chunbing applied to go to Japan and gave it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song. Yan Qian, an old man, thinks there is sadness in "millet separation".
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey.
Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green.
Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers.
It's getting late and everything is empty.
Du's reward is now surprisingly heavy.
Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate.
The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent.
After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.
Gui Zhi Xiang Jin Mausoleum Nostalgia by Wang Anshi
This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early.
Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng.
Sail back to the sunset, with the west wind on your back and the wine flag tilted.
The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and sorrow and hate come one after another.
Throughout the ages, it is shameful to rely on height.
The past of the Six Dynasties is like running water, cold smoke fades and grass turns green.
Today, business women are still singing, and "backyard" is a heritage.
The Mermaid by Li Yu
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.
The small building blew eastward again last night.
The old country can't bear to look back on the mid-Ming Dynasty.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
Ask how sad you can be,
Like a river flowing eastward.
Langtaosha
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Not leaning on the fence, the vast mountains and rivers,
It's easier to see when it's not.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.