Outside the pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is blue. The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered. A pot of turbid wine will make you happy, so don't go to Meng Han tonight.
2. Nanxiangzi Song and Su Shi
East and Yuhang face each other, but see the vast sea of clouds. I don't know when I became famous, come back brilliantly and laugh with you.
Don't use wine to tell the feelings of parting. There has always been another reason for the wedding banquet. Flowers will take you there tonight, walk across the pond, and see tears in a trance like yang hu. It's you, Yang.
3. Farewell to old friends in Huaishang-Tang and Zheng Gu.
Yangtze River Yangtze River Chun Lv, Xiaoyao De is dancing around the river to kill people. The breeze blows gently, the flute whimpers and dyes the pavilion at dusk. You are going to Xiaoxiang, and I am going to the west Qinling.
4. Baiyun Ballad-Pre-Qin and Anonymous
White clouds are in the sky and hills come out. It's a long way, between mountains and rivers. If the child is not dead, he can still recover.
5. Weicheng Qu-Tang and Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
6. Ancient separation-Tang and Wei Zhuang
Clear smoke and desert willow, not the parting wine. More points out the jade whip cloud, heartbroken Jiangnan spring scenery
7. Farewell-Tang and Xu Hun
After singing the farewell song, you untied another boat in the distance. There are green hills on both sides and red leaves on the mountains. The water is rushing eastward. 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.
8. Song Yuling and 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, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness. 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?
9. butterfly lovers-Song and Yan Shu
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears, the curtain is light and cold, and the swallows fly away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate bitterness, and shines obliquely through Zhuhu Lake.
Last night, the west wind withered the trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. Want to send colorful stationery and rulers, where do you know?
10, He Xinlang, don't risk your twelve brothers-Song and Xin Qiji
Green trees listen to the sound of thrush. What's more, the partridge stops and the cuckoo cuts. Cry until the spring, can't find a place, hate wheatgrass and rest. It has not come, and the world is leaving. Immediately, the pipa was closed and the black was sealed, and Nagato and Cui Che resigned from Jin Que. See Yanyan and give it to my concubine.
The general has been through many battles and gained a great reputation. It's a long time to go to Heliang and back to Wan Li. Xiaoxiaosha is rustling, the west wind is cold, and everyone is dressed like snow. It is a strong man, and the elegy is not thorough. The singing bird knows how annoying it is, but it didn't expect it to shed tears and blood. Who * * * me, drunk on the moon.