The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly. The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. How many tears are hateful to lean on. Roll up pearls to make curtains and hang hooks. In the tall building, I look like before, and my depression is still locked. When the flowers fall in the wind, who is the master? The messenger didn't bring news to the pedestrians far away. The lilacs in the rain reminded me of sadness. Looking back at the sunset of the Three Gorges, you can catch up with the horizon.
Li Yu's Young Beauty
The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues. Accompanied by the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the bamboo sound of the new moon is still the same as that of that year. The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over. The candle is bright and fragrant, and the temples are covered with frost and snow. It is hard not to think about it. When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the bright moon. The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Su Xiang's Autumn Night, The Book is Uncle Huang.
Put a night hook on the curtain to hear clearly. Suddenly * * * chicken branches are old, such as riding autumn colors. Enjoy three trips with the court and remember two trips to Zhu. At the beginning of the purple name, Huang Zhi still exists. The north moon is at ease, and the clouds go straight into the east building. Grace was fascinated by nature, and the children were comforted and begged. The tripod festival of Zhijun Taiwan is a stream of cultural inheritance.
Li He's Song of the Plug
Hu Jiao painted the north wind, and the thistle gate was as white as water. The sky contains Qinghai Road, and the city is thousands of miles long. The flag is exposed, and the cold gold rings that night. Snake scales are locked in sweet armor, and Zhong Qingbai is in Ma Si. Autumn is quiet and sand is far away. The sky in the north of the account should be exhausted, and the river sounds like a plug.