Wang Zhihuan
Cross the border
The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.
Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!
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Folk song poetry
Wang Zhihuan
to cross a boundary
A yellow river climbs the white clouds,
Near a wall in the mountains,
A Tatar played his flute under a willow tree and lamented.
That spring never blew through Yumen Pass and blew to him.
Music bureau
Lipper
One of the monotonous tones
Beautiful people who see the bright clouds, think of their clothes and see flowers come to see them.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. Folk song poetry
li po
A song of pure happiness
Her robe is a cloud and her face is a flower;
Her balcony sparkled with bright spring dew,
Or the top of Yushan Mountain on Earth.
Or the roof of heaven on the edge of the moon.
Music bureau
Lipper
The second flat note
A red dew is fragrant, and the rain is heartbroken.
Excuse me, who looks like Han Palace? The poor swallow relies on new cosmetics. Folk song poetry
li po
Song of pure happiness 2
A perfume stole moisture from a bunch of red flowers,
A mist, through the heart, from the magical Wu Shan-
China's palaces have never been so beautiful-
Even swallows in shiny clothes.
Music bureau
Lipper
The third of qingpingdiao
The beauty of beauty and red peony complement each other, and beauty and long flowers are king.
Explain that it is infinitely hateful, and Shen Xiangting is north. Folk song poetry
li po
Song of pure happiness III
Lovely now together, his wife and his flowers.
Always illuminate the emperor's eyes,
When he listened to the sigh of the spring wind in the distance
She leaned against the railing of the Aloe House.
Music bureau
Du Qiuniang
Golden thread robe
I advise you not to cherish noble Yi, and I advise you to cherish youth.
When the flowers should be folded, we should fold them quickly, and don't wait for the flowers to wither before folding one. Folk song poetry
Du Qiuniang
Golden thread robe
Don't covet gold robes,
Only cherish your young days!
If the bud opens, collect it-
In case you wait for the empty branches.