Author: Liu Guo Dynasty: Song genre: Ci
Love is deep and real. Eyebrows are long and temples are blue. Xiao Lou Yue Ming tuned the zither. Write the sound of spring wind. Think of you, think of you. I am dreaming about Cui xiaoxiang warming the cloud screen. More sobering.
Little Qin Xi City
Author: Zhang Zichao Dynasty: Song Dynasty
The most mysterious thing in the world is that you are sick and drunk, not half asleep and half awake. The paper screen is low and the center is right, and the kapok quilt is warm and loose. Butterfly dreams of a lonely pillow. Well, chicken sounds too short. I have no choice but to rush to the cold and make an early pilgrimage. I don't know if awkward is cheap.
Farewell to Luo Shunju
Author: Liao Xingzhi Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Recall the past, travel from the past, and often taste the past. Paper is in the lungs and liver, and business is really in the body. Once separated, the geese get used to life and migration. Looking at the two rivers, you don't dream a hundred miles. I always miss my hometown and go back to my luggage. I soon saw Mercedes-Benz and had a rest in the library. The past night passes, and the bright moon looks at each other. An invitation hesitates, and the wind blows. Take your words out in the morning, and the farewell words are all over the paper. Only when you are ashamed, are you empty. Dust and labor drove people away and put me on the wheel. You can't tell the truth when you ask the way home. Men have sex, and now they get together. People who talk about the evil of ten days have few weapons. I live in the river, so I'm going to Hunan River. Diligent, willing to send a pair of carp.