1. Fan Poetry
Year:? Song? Author:? Sok Li
There is wind in the festival, and bamboo rain is sparse.
There are some trumpets on the pillow and some lakes and mountains on the blinds.
2. Linjiang Xianzi Farewell to Ordinary Today
Year:? Song? Author:? Chao Bu Zhi
It is more important to leave ordinary bald heads and rustling bamboo rain. Not everyone should be the best in the world. The breeze lays the householder, and the willows are at the waist. The reputation of words is really wrong. From now on, the moon will get better and the night will get better. Just pity Dong Jiaorao. Xiumenjun came by himself. I don't need to say it.
3. Drunk/A Mutual Help
Year:? Song? Author:? Huang tingjian
Tao Tao Uighur Uighur. In the dream of life, Huai anguo. Teach public holidays to get drunk, but don't. When a lamp is upside down, a smile wins. Street wine, untouchable vocal music. Ordinary people are looking for happiness and comfort. Drunk to watch the rain on the eaves, Yinzhu. I have to worry about the people. There are two thousand stones in the canal.
4. "Spring on the Jade Tower"
Year:? Song? Author:? Chengda Fan
A beautiful woman has no right to be alone. Bamboo, rain, pine and wind bathe. The mountains are deep and the sleeves are cold, and the jade muscles are long. But looking for a thousand trees and smoke. The backbone and immortal spirit of Taoism will eventually become vulgar. The crimson skirt has its own merits, only the scattered fairy is named calyx green.
5. "Touch fish, buy Bitong pond, swirl willow"
Year:? Yuan? Author:? Youren Xu
Buying ponds and carrying willows, the countryside is busier than official business. I am often too busy to put down the fish lotus root, and it is new rain to move bamboo. By Zhu Jin. Take a boat and return to my island when you're done. Flowers smell like words. There is no camp in my heart, and there are many scenes in front of me, which are interesting outside the strings. Respect is a small matter, how much it can cost the world. Lotus fragrance only owes Lv Xian. The sky is high and the clouds are light, so it is difficult to write, and there is no sentence for a day. Pond project. Drunk and bright, spread the spectrum of Tian Juan. The western hills are green and ancient. Let's argue and ridicule, and save the peak that is difficult to reach the savage garden.