A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Listen to a new song and drink a glass of wine, or the old pavilion of last year's weather. When will the sunset come back? Flowers bloom and fall, and I can't help it. The returning swallows seem to know each other and wander alone on the flower path of the small garden.
2, hiking-Author: Du Mu
As far away as Hanshan, the stone path is oblique, and people are in Bai Yunsheng.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
The stone path is crooked and oblique from the top of the mountain, and there are several families where the white clouds grow. I stopped the carriage only because I like the night view of Fenglin. Frosted maple leaves are better than bright February flowers.
3, Zhou Zhen quatrains-Author: Wang Shizhen
Jianggan is mostly for fishing, and Tang Ling in Liu Mo is sparse;
Fortunately, after the sun went down and it was calm, the semi-river mangrove forest sold bass.
The best time is when the sun sets in the west and the wind stops. Half the trees by the river were dyed red. Fishermen moored ashore, took a hard day's bass and sold them under the trees by the river.
4. Night parking near Fengqiao/Night parking in Fengjiang-Author: Zhang Ji
Crows fell on the moon, crowed coldly, slept on maple trees, and slept in fishing lanes by the river.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
The moon sets, crows crow and the sky is cold. They sleep sadly on the maple trees and fishing fires by the river. In the lonely and quiet Hanshan Ancient Temple outside Gusu City, the bell ringing at midnight reached the passenger ship.
5, minus the word magnolia, sad to leave-Author: Ouyang Xiu
Leave sadly. If there is love in the sky, it will be old. How about this idea? As thin as light silk, as thin as waves.
The shore of the ship. Maple leaves and flowers in autumn. Think about the past. It is necessary to compare the world with dreams.
It's sad to leave people's arms. If God has feelings, he will grow old by leaving. Sometimes it's as slender as a light silk but lingering, and sometimes it comes to mind like waves. A boat by the lake is moored on the shore, and maple leaves and reed flowers are shivering in the autumn wind, which forms a sharp contrast between the joy of the past and reality. The joy of meeting is gone forever, unless we meet in a dream.