In August and autumn, the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs. Hair flew over the river and sprinkled on the periphery of the river. The highest one hangs a long forest tip, and the lower one floats to Shentang 'ao. The children in Nancun bully me. I can stand being a thief. I openly carried Mao into the bamboo forest, and my lips were so dry that I couldn't breathe. When I came back, I sighed on crutches.
In an instant, the wind will set the color of the clouds and ink, and the autumn will be bleak and dark. This cloth has been as cold as iron for many years, and Joule has been lying down and cracking. There is no dry place in the bedside table, and the feet are numb with rain. How can you get wet all night since you are in a mess and don't get enough sleep!
There are tens of millions of buildings in Ande, which makes all the poor people in the world very happy! The wind and rain are calm as a mountain. Oh! When I suddenly see this house in front of me, I will freeze to death alone!
Pipa and Bai Song Drama
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.
Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.
The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.
Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. (Pipaxing was written in the second year of relegation to Jiangzhou. By describing the superb acting skills and dismal life experiences of the pipa girl, the work expresses the author's personal anguish and sadness caused by political blow and relegation. Here, the poet regards a pipa girl as his intimate friend, and works with her in the same boat, writing about himself, crying about himself, the ups and downs of his career and the sadness of his life, which makes his works have unusual appeal. )
A night-mooring near maple bridge Tang Zhangji
Frosty night,
Jiang Feng sleeps in the fire.
Hanshan Temple outside Gusu,
The midnight bell arrived at the passenger ship. (Zhang tries to be the first to reach the finish line)
Roddy Tang Meng pt.
Nine times a night,
The dream is not short enough to go home.
Twice in Chang 'an,
Look at the flowers with tears.
Roddy Tang Meng pt.
Abortion is hard for light, and worrying about others is hard for the intestines.
Who says that spring is brilliant, just look at the frost on the leaves.
The eagle wren loses its strength, and the wren flies with false wings.
Abandon and abandon again, just like a knife wound. These two songs are about the sadness and loneliness in the first place, the plum blossoms waiting in the pavilion, the willows on the stream bridge and the warm wind in the grass. Sadness is getting farther and farther away. The distance is like a spring. Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside. Butterfly lovers's tears were wet with powder. "Four Folds at Yangguan", sung all over Qian Qian. The long mountain of humanity is broken again. Pass away, get hurt, get flustered. Forgot to leave, the wine is deep and the wine is shallow. So as to pass the audio book to the geese. Donglai is not as far as Penglai. Small mountain spring to Changmen spring grass green. The seeds in Jiang Mei are broken, but they bloom unevenly. Yun Lan cage grinds jade into dust. Leave a dream, break a spring. The shadow of the flowers weighed heavily on the door. It was a beautiful night when the curtains were closed and the moonlight was bright. I lost to Dong Jun three times in two years. Returning also means spending the spring. Complain about the storm on Wang Taiyang Lake. Autumn is dusk, red is thin, and fragrance is less. Water, mountains and mountains are close to each other, inexhaustible, and infinite. Lotus seeds are old. Green dew washing, Pinghua Cao Ting. The heron sleeping in Sha Ou didn't look back. It seemed annoying, but people came back early. Linjiang fairy language is "deep in the courtyard", and its sound is old Linjiang fairy. The courtyard is deep and the clouds and windows are often foggy. The calyx of willow-tip plum gradually became distinct. Spring returns to Liling tree, and people are far from the city. I feel how much the moon sings, but now I am old and have accomplished nothing. Who is more pitiful and who is more haggard? It's boring to try the lights and I'm not in the mood to walk in the snow. Drunk flowers, cloudy fog, thick clouds, sorrow forever. Renao Xiao Jin Animal Festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Put wine in the east after dusk. And Dimfragrance and sleeves. Undead, the curtain rolls west wind, people are as thin as yellow flowers. Complaining about coming to Shen Zui late to remove makeup. Plum calyx is attached with residual branches. Wake up after drinking, sleep in the spring, dream away. People are quiet, and the moon is lingering. The green curtains hung down. More time-consuming and more fragrant. The flying grass is singing in the grass. Stunned by the phoenix tree. There is a deep sorrow on earth and in the sky. Yuntai moon and earth, locked a thousand times. You come and I go, don't meet. I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor. Penny Weaver, this is just separation. Sometimes it's sunny, sometimes it rains, sometimes it's windy. Who planted banana trees in front of the ugly slave window? The atrium is full of trees. The atrium is overcast. Leaves leaves warm the heart, comfortable and affectionate. Sad pillow night rain, a little light rain. Drop by drop. Worried about hurting northerners, not used to listening. Recall Qin E's lofty position. Ye Ping in the chaotic mountains is full of smog. The smoke is very thin. The crow returns and smells the horn at dusk. The fragrance has been broken, and the wine has been left. The west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall. It's autumn in Wutongluo, and it's very lonely. The courtyard of Nian Nujiao (Chun Qing) is very depressing. When it rains in Mao Mao, the heavy doors must be closed. Fondling willow flowers to eat cold food, all kinds of nasty weather. Writing a poem is a leisurely taste. When you spend too much money, it's hard to get rid of a thousand worries. It was chilly in the spring for a few days upstairs, and curtains were hung on all sides, so the jade work was unintentional. Dream Leng Xiang's new dream. Go to sleep and don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much spring comes. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the smoke is filled, but today the sun is brighter. Never satisfied music, the sunset melts into gold, and the twilight clouds blend together. Where are people? Dyed willow smoke is thick. Playing the flute complains, what is the meaning of spring? Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious, there is no second wind and rain. Come and meet each other, enjoy the BMW and thank the wine friends for their poems. Zhongzhou is in its prime, and the boudoir is full of leisure. Remember points three to five. Pave the green crown, twist the golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu. Now I am haggard, windy and frosty, and I dare not go out at night. It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain. Wulingchun (Spring Festival Evening) is full of fragrance, and it is annoying to comb your hair at night. Things are people, not everything. Tears flow first when you want to talk. It is said that Shuangxi Spring is still good, and it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid I'm going boating in Shuangliu. Can't move, a lot on my mind. Complain against Wang Sun Dili Spring Festival Gala. Heavy doors and deep courtyards. Before the grass steps, the geese rest at dusk. Who handed the letter upstairs? There is no end to hatred. Affectionate nature is more annoying. Hard to give up and cold food. Swing alley, people are quiet at the beginning of the moon. Soak pears. Changshoule (Nanchang birthday) is slightly cold. Looking at the sun, six leaves, the first steps. I love the scenery and want to hang hibiscus, but I can't find the silver arrow. On this occasion, the pearl on the palm of your hand is cut. For Rongshu, this is a good couple. Up to now, every day is a noble. Glorious, step by step, forbidden, gold medals and green ribbons. Tang Di became attached to Yin, being a tiger and a bear, and dividing the river is more valuable. Kuang Qingyun was close at hand and reunited with Cheng Ming at dusk. Look at the colorful clothes, ashamed of jade. I wish you a long life. The dead Hua Lian (calling relatives for the last time) didn't have much fun at night. Empty dream of Chang 'an, recognize Chang 'an Road. In order to report a good spring this year. Flowers and the moon should be photographed together. Casual cups and plates are sloppy. The wine is delicious and sour, just like a person's arms. Don't laugh when you are drunk. Poor spring is like a person getting old. A touch of crimson lips (boudoir thinking) lonely boudoir, an inch of sorrow and tenderness. Xichun. When will it rain? Leaning over, just not in the mood. Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken. Minus word magnolia sells flowers. I bought a spring flower. Tears dyed lightly and evenly. I still have traces of rosy clouds and dew. Afraid lang would guess. Slave noodles are not as delicious as flower noodles. Yunbin Xie Chai. I want to show Longbi. Spread happy sand and rub gold. Cut into layers of jasper leaves, the expression and spirit are like Yan Fu, dazzling. Plum blossoms are heavy and vulgar, and cloves are bitter and rough. Smoked a thousand miles of dreams, but ruthless. Spread out the sand of joy and get sick. Lying watching the broken moon on the window screen. Boil cardamom into boiling soup, and you don't have to eat it in the spirit of tea. How easy it is to read with a pillow, and the scenery is better before the rain. Borrow more from people all day, osmanthus. Swiss partridge (ginkgo biloba) is not very elegant. If you respect the former, you can become a slave. Who pities the Jianghu? Jade bone's ice muscles don't want to wither. Who taught you to pick a branch? It's too real to be drunk in Ming Di. The layman is really interested in breaking up and wants to sing two new flavors. Linjiang Xian (Mei) courtyard is deep, and the cloud window fog pavilion is in the Spring Festival Evening. Who are you haggard and spoiled for? Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi. Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows when the fragrance will blow out? Don't fatten apricot flowers on warm days and nights. Sand in Huanxi hurts spring and combs more. Plum blossoms are early in the evening breeze in the courtyard. Light clouds travel to and from the moon. Jade duck smokes idle brain, Zhu Yingdou covers tassels. Rhinos can also keep out the cold. 1, Modaoqiu River is difficult to leave, and it will be in Chang 'an tomorrow. 2. The old friend resigned from the West Yellow Crane Tower, and the fireworks went down to Yangzhou in March. 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. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel. The bright moon hides tall trees, but the long river doesn't know. Youyou Luoyang Road, when will this meeting be held? Last night, at the beginning of frost, I crossed the river singing Farewell to Wanderers. People who are most worried are afraid to hear the swan song, and lonely travelers are in the silence of mountains and clouds. 6. Entering Jiangwu on a cold rainy night, seeing guests off in solitude. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! 7. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and go out of Yangguan for no reason. 8. Water brings you the feeling of home, and makes your boat travel 300 miles. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. 10, oh, go and ask this east-flowing river if it can go further than the love of friends! . 1 1, Li Bai was about to go by boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. 12, a glass of white jade wine, March poplar. The spring breeze can sway for a few days, and you and I are gray at the temples. 13, here you must leave me and float away like a loose water grass for hundreds of miles. Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic. 14, we watched him go east through the tower gate and enter the snowdrift of Tianfeng Road. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. 15, dawning into the future, leaving the old man alone. 16, the lonely sail shadow on the sunset river, with green grass, Wan Li, Hunan. 17. Affectionate feelings have been hurting and parting since ancient times, which is more comparable and snubbing the clear autumn festival. 18, the leaves of the plane rained in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving. 19, the candle has a heart to say goodbye and tears for others until dawn. 20. Nanpu is sad, and the west wind hits autumn. At the sight of heartbroken, it is a good cloud not to look back.