The shadow of the mountain rises suddenly, and the moon in the pond rises slowly from the east.
Hang your hair in the shade at night, open the window and lie down in a quiet and spacious place.
The evening breeze sent waves of lotus fragrance, and the dew on the bamboo leaves made a crisp sound.
I thought I would want to make a song, make a song, I just hate my friends in front of me.
So I thought of you, old friend. I dreamed all night.
Qiu Deng Wanshan sent Zhang Wu.
Facing the white Yun Qi Fu Feifei on the mountain ridge, I can enjoy myself as a hermit.
I tried to climb the mountain and look ahead, and this mood disappeared with the departure of the swan song.
Sadness is often the mood of dusk, and the mood is often the atmosphere of autumn.
Tourists come to the village on the mountain, walk across the beach, sit at the ferry and have a rest.
The forest in the distance is like a shepherd's purse, overlooking the river bank like a crescent moon.
I hope you will come to see me with a basket of wine? * * * Drunk Double Ninth Festival!
Ye Ye stayed in the mountains all night, waiting for Ding.
The sunset passed through the mountains in the west, and the valley in Qian Shan was suddenly dark and quiet.
The moon in the moon pine is refreshing at night, and the sound of the wind is particularly clear.
There is almost no firewood in the mountains, and the birds have just returned to their resting place.
Ding promised to stay in the temple tonight and play the piano alone on the mountain road.
Return to Mount Lumeng at night.
The bell of the mountain temple rang, and it was dawn. I heard the people in the fishing city staggering on the ferry.
People walked along the shore to Jiangcun village, and I also returned to Lumen by boat.
The moonlight at the deer gate made the mountain tree appear, and I suddenly came to the seclusion of exile.
Thatched doors, pine paths, loneliness and silence, only you come and go at night.
Looking at Dongting Lake from afar —— addressed to Premier Zhang
The autumn water rises and almost blends with the shore, mixing water and sky with the sky.
Ozawa's water vapor transpiration on the cloud soil is white, and the waves seem to shake the whole Yueyang.
I'm going to cross the water to find a boat and paddle. It's a shame to return home in the sacred age.
Sitting around watching other people's hard river fishing can only envy the fish caught in the fish.
Climb Yanshan Mountain with friends.
When things change, time is often the time to form ancient and modern times.
Now we can climb the mountain to visit the historical sites preserved all over the country.
Weir water shows the river surface, and Yunmengze is cold and mysterious.
The monument to Yang Hucheng is still towering, and tears are wet after reading the epitaph.
Xiao Wang is on the boat.
The hanging seat looks southeast, and the green hills and flowing water are far away.
Strive for profit, go back and forth to meet the trend.
Ask me what I am doing today, visiting the stone bridge on the roof.
Sitting and watching the dawn of the sunset, I suspect it is also a symbol of a city.
On returning to Nanshan at the end of the year
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan.
I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing.
The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die.
Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
Guogurenzhuang
This old friend prepared a delicious meal and invited me to his hospitable farm.
Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city.
Open the window facing the valley vegetable garden and pass the glass to talk about crops.
Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
From Qin State to Buddha Yuan
I wanted to live in the mountains for a long time, but I didn't have the money to travel hard.
It is not my will to stay in Chang 'an. My heart for Lindong School will miss my teacher.
Gold burns like firewood, and ambition fades.
The evening breeze blows a bleak breeze, and the cicada sounds melancholy.
From a berth in Tonglu to a friend in Yangzhou
Monkeys whimper in the dark mountains, and the river rushes in the dark.
The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou.
Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
Farewell to Wang Wei
I waited slowly and reluctantly, day after day, until now I had to leave.
Old friend, how sweet the roadside flowers would be if they didn't mean goodbye.
The Lord of the kingdom is hard on us? People who have affairs are not our kind.
You should just be lonely, and I will close the door of my old garden.
Hanjiang's early pregnancy.
Leaves fall to the south and the north wind is bleak.
My home is wandering by the river, and the sea of clouds is far away.
Tears of homesickness in the journey, see the back of the sail on the horizon.
The smoke in the wind blurs where the ferry can be, and the vast river ripples in the sunset.
Spend the night on Jiande River.
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Spring Morning
Sleeping sickness in spring unconsciously broke the morning, and the chirping of birds disturbed my sleep.
But now I remember that night, that storm, I wonder how many flowers were broken?
Farewell to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post. "
Bo Wang
Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river.
We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.
However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will remain our neighbor.
Why linger at the fork in the road, the child is stained with towels.
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Liu Yong's sad farewell speech was chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower was early. All the accounts are in no mood, you will miss that place, and the blue boat will ruin your hair.
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. I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
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. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
-(Song) Liu Yong's Lin Yuling
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are in no mood, you will miss that place, and the blue boat will ruin your hair.
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. I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk.
Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying.
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. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
-(Song) Liu Yong's "Mausoleum" Farewell to Old Friends Chen 1
Richie
In the fourth month, the south wind blew the yellow wheat field, and the jujube flowers did not fall.
The green peaks we left at dawn can still be seen at night. Go out and miss your hometown.
Chen, my friend, you have always been a great good man with a moustache, a tiger eyebrow and a big forehead.
You put thousands of books on the shelf, you hold your head high and never bow your head.
Bought us wine at the east gate, made a wish, and took things as light as a feather.
You lie flat, drunk and forget the white sun, but you open your eyes from time to time and stare at the high lonely clouds.
The tide of the lonely river joined the dark sky and the ferryman boarded his boat. It's getting late and we can't sail any more.
People on Zheng Road can't go home 10, and people in Luoyang sigh and are disappointed 1 1.
I heard about many friends around your woodland residence, and you were fired yesterday. Are they your friends today? 12.
Farewell to Xie Ting 1
Xu hun
Brother misinterpreted the boat trip 2, and the red leaves and green hills galloped.
When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing.
Send someone back to the east.
Wen tingjun
The old fortress is covered with yellow leaves, and you insist on giving up this place where you once lived.
There is a strong wind blowing at Hanyang Ferry No.3, and the peak of Yingmen No.4 sunrise lamp is reached.
When your boat sails to the end of the sky, who will stay in the upper reaches of the Yangtze River for me? 5.
I ask you again and again, when will we meet again and have a drink to comfort your face.
leave
Lu guimeng
A husband won't cry or leave the room.
Zhang Jian toasted 1, ashamed to be a wanderer.
When a poisonous snake bites, a strong man unties his wrist.
Aim to be famous, 4. How sighing it is to leave.
Endless desire
Limbu
Wu, Yue 1. The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other, but I don't know how to leave. You are full of tears, I am full of tears, my heart is not tied, and the river is flat.
Tasha shop
Yan Shu
Zuxi left a song 1, and the pavilion was a farewell banquet. The powder has been separated from face 2. People who live in the forest hiss 3, pedestrians go to the waves and turn 4. The soul of the painting pavilion disappears, the tall building is broken, and the sunset only sends waves far away. Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts.
Tasha shop
Ouyang Xiu
Waiting for the museum, Mei can't 1, Xiqiao Liuxi. The grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and swaying II. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is as soft as spring water, tears for you. The height of the building is not near the dangerous fence. There is Chunshan 6 in Pingwei, and pedestrians are even outside Chunshan.
Bu operator
Send Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang 1
Wangguan
Water is eye-catching, and mountains are eyebrows. Where are you going? Eyebrows and eyes are 4. Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.