Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Wang Bo
Original text:
Other places are early autumn, and Jiangting Yue Ming brings rivers.
I already feel that I have lost Sichuan, and I feel sorry for it. I saw Jin Shu hiding behind the boat.
Return to the boat and ride, facing each other in the south and north of the Yangtze River.
Who said that waves are just a piece of water, and mountains and rivers are two townships?
Meet sb. leave
Dynasty: Tang Dynasty
Author: Li Baiyao
Original text:
Talking about a glass of wine will make you feel sad as soon as possible. Night flowers float and dew, and dark water rushes back.
The geese flew last month, and the sound of insects reflected autumn. Who will talk about the fairy boat on the river beam tomorrow?
On Li's Evaluation of Wang Changling
It is difficult to leave the Modaoqiu River, and the boat will be in Changan tomorrow.
The slow dance of black-bone chicken makes you drunk, and the green maple is white and cold.
In early autumn, I recalled Jin Jun's two younger brothers, Zhang Jiuling.
When the autumn wind comes to Zhu Jiang, I will leave my hometown.
Lonely clouds are far away, and one leaf knows the depth.
Worry and joy taste the same domain, flying and singing in different forests.
Looking at the northwest of Qingshan, it can be regarded as a white-headed song.
Xin 'an presented a fish's eye back to the DPRK with the word Liu Changqing.
Nine times the publicity room called, Wan Yi and his party.
Things go straight to heaven, but things happen later.
The material body is restored, and the sacred eyes are still bright.
Leaving the cold river, you will feel affectionate.
Words:
Liu Yong Yulinling
It's too late for Changting.
At the beginning of the shower, the doors are empty, the party is lingering, and the blue boat is urging.
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.
Emotional parting has existed since ancient times, and it is more comparable. It is also a cold autumn festival.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning breeze and the waning 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 many kinds of customs, who can say!