The setting sun shines obliquely on the splendid palace of Jinbi, and the years make the palace more beautiful. At the end of the year, winter snow and winter snow melt, and it seems that a warm spring breeze blows in the warm palace.
Huge red candles are lit and look like a bunch of flowers. It celebrated the New Year and ushered in a night.
In addition to the night, there is Tang Huai du Shen Yan.
Therefore, festivals should be sung and candles should be greeted in the New Year. The atmosphere in winter loves arrows, and spring is waiting for chickens to crow.
Smell the lid of the pot and you will see a fight in the dark. It will also be a trillion years old, Jiucheng.
Except for the awe-inspiring Tang Meng that night.
The journey is in a dangerous place in the distance, on a rugged road, far from the road. On all sides of the mountains, the snow reflected the cold night, sitting in the candlelight night, I am a stranger here.
Separated from my relatives and turned to slaves. It is drifting, and it will be a new year.
In addition to the Night Music City, every Shaofu has the integrity of Tang Meng.
The sea of clouds is widely distributed in Fujian, and it is on the tidal island. I don't know how to meet my relatives in my hometown except at night.
I am a passenger, and you are a lost passer-by. I have recovered several times in my life and have been away for more than ten years.
In addition to the night, there is Tang Huai Meng Haoran.
The five-watch clock leaks and urges, and the four gases go back.
The residual lamp in the tent went out and the aroma in the stove turned to ashes.
Gradually, I saw the lotus pillow forced by spring and suddenly felt that the bamboo cup was cold.
Every family should not lie down, and only when they miss each other can they have dreams.
Besides that night, Tang also gave a letter.
This year will be over tonight, and we will urge it tomorrow next year. The cold goes with the night, and spring comes one by one.
Colors change in the air and faces return in the dark. People don't know the scenery, but they are already in the backyard.
Tang Gaoshi in the night shift.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad.
Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
At the foot of Beibao Mountain lies Tangwang Bay.
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water. Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness. I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang.