Song? Zhou Bangyan
The wind turns crimson wax, the dew turns red lotus, and the lights glow with the city. Liu Guihua, Washington. Let's go, Su E. Go to the next one. The clothes are elegant. Look at Chu's waist. The flute and drum are loud, the figure is uneven, and the musk is all over the road.
Let the night pass, because I miss the capital. Looking at thousands of doors like day, laughing and swimming. It's Ropa. Where we met, there was dark dust following the horse. Just a few years. Just look, the old love fades. Clean up the leak, fly back and rest from the dance.
Xijiang moon
Song Sima Guang
The bun is loosely tied, and pencil lead wears light makeup. The smoke hood is light and the flying floc is uncertain.
How can we be heartless if we don't see each other? Wake up first after a break, and be quiet in the deep courtyard.
Zuihuayin
Song Qingzhao
The mist is thick and the clouds are thick, and the days are sad. Kapoor is among the birds in the incense burner. Double Ninth Festival, lying in bed, in the middle of the night, the cold on my body has just been soaked.
Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Mo Tao doesn't forget me, the curtain rolls west wind, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.
Southeast Fly the Peacocks; The Peacock Flies Southeast
Han Yuefu folk songs
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The cock crows outside, and the bride's makeup is neat. Embroider my skirt, everything is four or five.
My feet are on tiptoe and my head is shining. If the waist is flowing, you will smell the bright moon.
Refers to the root of onion, with dani in its mouth. Chinese odyssey with thin steps.
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Step on the sand
Song Jiangkui
Yan Yan is light, Yingying is exquisite, and she clearly sees Hua Xu. The night longs for changeable knowledge? In early spring, I was dyed by acacia.
Don't write in the future, don't sew at the same time, travel away from the soul. The bright moon in Huainan and Qian Shan are cold and nobody cares.
Full of quatrains and stars
Du fu in Tang dynasty
The willows next door are weak, just like the waist of the fifteenth daughter.
It is said that whoever has no consciousness of the future will be blown by the wind.
86 sons
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Lean on the dangerous pavilion. I feel sad when I think of riding outside the willow tree and the difference between water and tea and beauty.
After bidding farewell to Liu Waiqing, I was stunned when the water became red.
Let me get stuck in it? Under the moon that year, we were drunk like scenes of dreams, and the gentle breeze blew you and me.
There is no choice, the joy of the past is accompanied by running water, the fragrance of the green scarf gradually disappears, and you can no longer hear your sweet music.
Positive pin setting. My sad thoughts were deep, and suddenly the cry of an oriole came at me.
Immortal song
Song sushi
Jade bone with ice muscles, cool and sweat-free. Fenglaishui Temple is full of faint fragrance. Embroidered curtains are open, a bright moon peeks at people, people are not sleeping, and pillows are in a mess.
When I got up hand in hand, the house was silent, and I saw scattered stars crossing the river. How about the evening? The night is midnight, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low. But when the west wind comes, there is no way to change it secretly.
resent indignantly
Feng Ming Xiaoqing
The new makeup is actually competing with painting. Where is Zhaoyang?
The thin shadow shines from the spring. You must have pity on me.
Endless longing
Don
Clouds are whirlpools and jade is a shuttle. A light shirt is thin, and a pair of black snails are light.
There are many autumn winds, and the rain is mild. There are three banana nests outside the curtain, and the night is too long for people to help.