Yulinling
Liu Yong (Song Dynasty)
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Everyone drinks without emotion,
Homesickness, Lanzhou urges hair. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Love hurts and leaves since ancient times,
What's more, it is a cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Yang Liuan,
The morning breeze and the dying moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are thousands of customs,
Who are you talking to?
Xin Qiji, magnolia slow, Chuzhou send Fan Yi.
I feel the aging of my life, the feeling and taste of my early life are less, and I am afraid of the change of time in the face of farewell wine. In addition, the calculation of the Mid-Autumn Festival is coming, and this round of beautiful moon is not based on the reunion of people. Ruthless water doesn't matter; * * * Zephyr, just send it back to the boat. I wish you more spring vegetables and perch hoes by the river in late autumn, and hold a midnight light in the children's group when you get home.
The itinerary of the journey did not change, but happened to appear in front of the emperor, and now the court is visiting the sage. It is expected that Lu will stay in the middle of the night to teach everyone to review the documents drafted by the College of Liberal Arts, and at the same time send the "Border Arms Planning". In other words, all my friends before, if you ask me, just say that I am still full of sorrow. Looking at the sky in autumn, a wild goose fell. I really want to hear who played the open strings!
Partridge, when a little residual red is about to run out, Zhou Zizhi Song
When a little residual red is about to run out. The screen is full of cool autumn air. It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.
Adjust the treasure, dial the gold. At that time, they sang partridge words together. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.
"Picking mulberry is wrong at the right time" Nalan Xingde in Qing Dynasty
Now I know that I was wrong, and I feel very sad. Red tears stole down, full of spring breeze.
Knowing that there is no plan from now on, I still insist on a happy period. Don't be like this, all the pears fall and the moon goes west.
Yan Shu in Song Dynasty: Tasha's trip, blue sea without waves
The sea is crystal clear, and there is a road to Yaotai. On second thought, I went to see Feitian for the first time. I couldn't think of it then, but I can't think of it now. I can't find it in a place with high mountains and high waters.
Dust falls on the mat, and smoke locks the fragrant boudoir. How can I give you a written letter? Climbing up the stairs and looking into the distance, rain and raindrops spilled, and the sky was near dusk.
Cao Xueqin's Remnant Plays in Qing Dynasty
The dew and frost gradually pour again, and the feast is only after the light snow.
There is more incense gold in Tiri than in the branches.
It's cold and late in Wan Li.
Autumn wind knows it's time to break up next year.