Year:? Don? Author:? Lipper
Shi, a woman from China, was born in Ramie Mountain.
Her charm has been passed down to this day, and Lotus sees her shyness.
She moved the green water in the stream near Bianxi, as leisurely as clear water.
It is rare to see her smile and show her white teeth, because she is reflected in a weak voice.
Gou Jian, the King of Yue, collected national colors and raised eyebrows at the history of Wu.
She was loved by the king of Wu and placed in the palace of the Children's Palace.
Wu was defeated, and Wu never returned for a thousand years.
2. "Yulin Ridge, Chilling and Sad"
Year:? Song? Author:? Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. 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.
Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of 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. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
3. The sender
Year:? Don? Author:? Zhang Bi
Don't dream of thanking, wandering under the railing of the small corridor.
Only the spring moon in the sky is the most affectionate, and it also shines on the courtyard flowers for the people.
4. Falling Flowers
Year:? Song? Author:? bright red
The bright flowers wrapped around the trunk are in full bloom, but the wind and rain are jealous of the beauty of the flowers and always want to urge them to wither.
I really want the God of Guan Chun to live longer, instead of letting those delicate and lovely flowers fall on the green moss.
5. "Untitled"
Year:? Don? Author:? Li shangyin
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .