Broken rainbow rain, clear autumn sky, mountains dyed eyebrows new green. Guiying helps the poor, who is short of sidewalks and lights tonight? Wan Li blue sky, where in Heng E? Open this round of jade. Cold light is messy, who is biased? When I was young, I chased you. When the night was cool, I walked around Bird Mu Sen. * * * Jin Furong, home in Wan Li, rare honour before. In my life, I love bagpipes in the north and south of the Yangtze River. Sun Lang smiled and sat down to spray frosted bamboo.
Nian Nujiao Li Qingzhao
Depressed courtyard, oblique wind and drizzle, heavy doors must be closed. Spoiled Liu Jiaohua's cold food is near, and all kinds of disgusting 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.
Niannujiao Zhang Xiaoxiang
Dongting grass, near the Mid-Autumn Festival, is even less charming. Jade Sword Qiongtian covers 30,000 hectares and gives me a boat. The bright moon is in the sky, and the shadow of the Ming River is clear both inside and outside. The bright moon and the bright galaxy reflect their posture in this vast jade scene, and the water surface is bright and clear. Experience the emptiness of everything, but I don't know how to go out and encourage you. Short hair, small sleeves, cold, steady and wide. Now, I am wearing cold hair and clothes, drifting quietly in this boundless pale sea. I don't know what night it is!
Nian Nujiao Jiang Kui
Make a scene. Remember to try Yuanyang for company when you come. Thirty-six cruel people have not arrived, and there are countless water clothes. Green leaves are cool, jade makes wine disappear, and rain sprinkles. Shake, Leng Xiang flies to the poem.
At dusk, the green pavilion is graceful, and the lover has gone, so why put up with Ling Bo? I'm afraid the dance clothes will fall off easily when they get cold, and I'm afraid I'll enter Xifeng Nanpu. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow the waves, leaving me to live in the flower room. How many fields, how much back to the sand.
Nian Nujiao Xin Qiji
Wild pond flowers fall, rush by, clear. Shovel the east wind to bully the guest's dream, and a pillow is cold and fearful. The bow is bent on the bank, and the willow is a horse. This place was once light. The building is empty, and the old Swift can talk.
I heard that I was in the east, and pedestrians met me, and the curtain was long. The old enmity in Chunjiang is not broken, and the new enmity in Yunshan is thousand fold. I look forward to seeing you again in the Ming Dynasty. Should also be surprised to ask,
How many fahua are there recently?