Butterfly Lovers
Six fans of Yunping Mountain are deeply covered. On the east wind, still both swallow. The people in the small courtyard are scattered again, and the setting sun is still in love with the residual flowers.
a minute of running water is half of spring, with limited years, but endless worries. Dreams are tender day by day, and who can persuade you to be drunk in teaching.
huanxisha? Lanzhou
There is no Han camp in the sunset, the Yellow River is still around Jincheng, and the spring breeze is beautiful.
On the night of singing and dancing in high-rise buildings in northwest China, pear blossoms are everywhere and the moon is bright, and the orchestras are noisy.
Linjiangxian
The curtain shadows the old family pool hall, and the flute sounds the old river. There are few people walking in the deep courtyard in one spring. Flowers fall in the breeze and grass grows in the light rain. ?
Qian Shan, the post road, is full of water, and it's three o'clock at night. The bustling memories are not clear. I'm drunk when I'm away from you.
Mourning Chen Yi's elegiac couplet
It's not easy to be loyal to the sword. The sound of the army is in Huaihai, but the legacy is in Jiangnan, and all the people are mourning. Looking back at the great rivers and mountains, I will leave Chixian forever.
The heroic spirit is still there. Worthy of life, meritorious in the world, Jiuyuan should smile. Waiting for the new world, the red flag is everywhere.
(Note: On January 1th, 1972, this elegiac couplet was hung at Chen Yi's memorial service. President Mao Zedong chanted in a low voice, which was doubly appreciated. )
Yangzhou Slow
In front of the Prime Minister's Temple, outside the Jinguan City, get off and ask about your future. Shang Sensen is a cypress, and the grass is green. Like that year, the black silk scarf feather fan, if the command is set, who will talk about the soldiers. Look at the river and the stone, and the cold beach is still a lonely city. ?
Lui Bo-zhong, who is so sincere, is amazing. It is a close call, divided into two generations, and life and death friendship. Endure reciting Du Ling's poems, but also listen to them in the air, and hear the sound of the leaves. It's a thorn in the central plains, and I'm crying to hang Mr.
Huanxisha Autumn Wind Don't intend to
Wild grass spends half a sunset. In the old days, people scattered in Yujintang, but now only Yan Shuangshuang is left. The bright moon still leaves the peach leaves to cross, but the spring breeze is only Mudanjiang. At night, I have a dream and am afraid of returning home.
Yangzhou Slow
Qiu Bi faxed, Xi Hong took pictures, and Dai Luo wrote tenderness. If you like coral nets, it is hard to pay for building a house. I was surprised to see the beauty in the world, and Luoyang met again, but I was ashamed to hide my face. Waiting for the end of the world, the pipa is on the head of Pujiang. ?
Sheng Yuan Fa Qu, remembering the time, poetry and drinking. I want to be down and out in the rivers and lakes, and I have a romantic life. I am also young in Wuling, and now I am a brothel. Nai Yao wrapped up and lost, thinking about riding a crane in Yangzhou.
corn poppy? Original meaning
jiangdong disciple cried in the song, and he lost the Qin deer. Why don't you ask Yi to dance the sword at the Hong Gate when you hit Fan Zeng lightly?
The beauty lives and dies through the ages, and pity is mistaken by the hero. Hanwang thinks of a few autumn winds, and losing to the beautiful grass is a heavy pupil.
is the wind blowing loose? Penglaige in the autumn of Wuwu
At nine o'clock, the smoke looks at Jiaodong, and the sky turns red in the summer. Looking up and looking down, the gods traveled all over the world, going up to the kite cloud and down to the Dragon Palace. A drop in the bucket, a thousand years' dream. Magnificent volume Changfeng, silver wave stack. Wan Li, a distant day, dispelled the yin, and asked Hong Guang, where to blow? But laughing at the fame and fortune in the world is nothing more than a castle in the air.
Basheng Ganzhou? Biography of the Three Cross Birthdays
After several ups and downs, the old rivers and mountains were safe and sound, and the broken chess pieces were collected, which made me lose my reputation. I regret to find a seal. The past is gone with the running water, and the bright moon is afraid to climb the stairs. Even when Wuling is young, the horse is mink and fur.
Take care of Zhu Xian's happiness. People are thin in the spring, but they have not lost their romantic feelings. Ask Zhang Xu that year, can the green temples last forever? It is even more heartbroken in the south of the Yangtze River, looking up to the sky, and the bonfire is all over Zhongzhou. There is a feast, and the wine is sold.
golden thread
the old withered and sighed. If you want to make peace, the pear garden will be gray, and things will change. Gong Chen has died in Changlin, but this Weng is still alive, so he can stay. Facebook is solemn and steady, and when it comes to the performance, it will change dramatically. It is necessary to spread this, Guangling San.
anyone who doesn't stop the chaos. Helpless, he lost his feathers and his art was expensive and cheap. I only hated the master that day, so why not teach? The truth shows my family, and Mei Shang and Xun Cheng all have parties. Who do you want to smile at? It's empty and sweaty.
golden melody? After writing a cold cloud poem,
it turned to dust. Endure to look back, red and white, and sing and dance together. The bright moon can't bear to think about the old country, and it is full of wind and flowers. Listen to the mourning flute, the sound is sad. Bronze finches spring deep sales domineering, calculate the empty spare, into the Luo Chen Wang Fu. Remembering wine is an eyebrow.
Jiangshan is still ancient. Look at that day, your family raised together, and you will become a dragon and a tiger. The song cries that the king and grandson are seeking common things, and the grass is far from the world. Businessmen who are full of meaning and crossing the ship. He Xun's bald head fell for a long time and asked Han Ling and Pianshi who could speak. Fighting for the ban, tears are like rain.
corn poppy? Meaning
The children of Jiangdong cry in the song, and they have lost their Qin deer. Why don't you teach Iraq to dance the sword to the Hong Gate? Beauty lives and dies through the ages, and pity is mistaken by heroes. Hanwang thinks of a few autumn winds, and losing to the beautiful grass is a heavy pupil.
a pheasant demon who is a prostitute dares to fight for eternity. Sending souls to the grass and dancing in the spring breeze is like cuckoo crowing off azalea red. Tears coagulate the spotted bamboo flowers and coagulate the blood, which is as sad as ever. It's hard to reach the beauty of the country, but I can't see the trees of the Five Mausoleums slanting.
partridge? And the jade valley, the effect of its body
Ying language is far from Yan language, and it is difficult to get drunk when you wake up. The rain in Wushan makes Shan Yu rain, and the Huai River tides even the river tides.
my heart is faint, and my meaning is super-extraordinary, and I will come and go. Flowers bloom and fall are illusory, and they are not afraid of shaking their dreams.
little Qin Wang went to Xi' an
in a dream of avoiding the enemy and joining the army, it was too hasty to be strong for a hundred years. A few times, people are older than spring, fearing that the wind of neem will blow.
things in Chang' an are always vague, so I ask my fame and fortune in the mirror. You can't see it with your bare hands, just because the eyes have no pearls.
Zhang Boju (March 14, 1898-February 26, 1982), formerly known as Zhang Jiaqi, was named Congbi, alias Master You Chun and Mr. Hao Hao, and was born in Xiangcheng, Henan. Patriotic democratic personage, collector, painter, poetess, Peking Opera art researcher, one of the "Four Childes" in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, and author of Congbi Ci and Zhang Boju Ci Collection.