After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward.
When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. ?
After singing the farewell song, you untied the boat in the distance There are green hills on both sides, full of red leaves, and the water is rushing eastward. When dusk came and I woke up, I realized that people had left. It was stormy at this time, and I was the only one who left the West Building alone.
"Writing Love" Don
Water lines are precious and thoughtful, and the ceremony of a thousand miles is a night off.
From then on, there is no good night, let him go down to the west wing in the bright moon.
Lying on a beautiful bamboo mat, I have a lot of thoughts and can't be calm for a long time. The long-awaited date with my lover fell through tonight. From now on, I have no interest in enjoying the beautiful scenery, even if the moon doesn't go down to the west wing.
"To Weier" Tang Wang Changling
Upstairs, the river was drunk and drunk to bid farewell to the sweet orange pomelo, and the wind and rain in the river brought the boat desolate.
Imagine that you are alone under the xiaoxiang moon, full of melancholy dreams and listening to the long ape.
Drunk drinking in the upper reaches of the river, the smell of orange pomelo and the drizzle from the river wind brought desolation to the ship.
Imagine you are alone under the bright moon in Xiaoxiang, listening to the long cry of an ape in a melancholy dream.
The Yellow Crane Tower sends Meng Haoran to Yangzhou Don Li Bai
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers.
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou on this catkin-like, flowery March spring day.
The lonely sail shadow of my friend faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing a line of the Yangtze River, heading for the distant sky.
Send Shen Zi to Jiangdong Tang
The ferries of the Willow River are scattered, and the boatman shakes his oars and sails in. ?
Only love, love without hate is like endless spring, no matter the time to send you home in the south and north of the Yangtze River.
There are few passengers on the willow-fluttering ferry, and the ferryman paddles and sails all the way to Qi Lin.
Don't hate only acacia, like boundless spring scenery, no matter Jiangnan Jiangbei always sends you home.