Broken Array Li Yu
In the past forty years, our country and our country have spread over three thousand miles of mountains and rivers.
The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower are connected to the sky, and the jade tower is like a cigarette.
How many times have you ever seen war?
Once you become a captive, your waist will sink and your hair will fade away.
On the last day of the hasty farewell to the temple, the temple still played farewell songs and wept to the palace ladies.
Broken Array by Yan Jidao
Singing songs in the courtyard under the willow trees, sisters swinging among the flowers.
Remember what happened that day in Chunlou,
Write to the red window in front of the moon. Who can send Xiaolian?
Jiang Wa is waiting for tears, and Wu Can is lingering.
How much hatred can green temples offer?
Being unwilling to be ruthless is like breaking a string. This year is the same as last year.
Broken Array Yan Shu
When the swallows came to Xinshe, the pear blossoms lagged behind the Qingming Festival.
There are three or four spots of green moss on the pond, one or two oriole calls at the bottom of the leaves, and the flying catkins are light as the day grows longer.
The girl from the east neighbor smiles cleverly and greets her on the mulberry picking path.
I wonder if I had a good spring dream last night. I won’t win the grass fight today, and smiles will come from my two faces.
Broken Array by Xin Qiji
While drunk, I lit up the lamp to read the sword, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet company camp.
Eight hundred miles under his command, moxibustion was performed, and fifty strings were turned over the sound outside the Great Wall.
On the battlefield, autumn soldiers emerge.
The horse is flying fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt.
Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the name before and after death.
Pity it happened in vain!
Broken Array Yan Shu
I remember last year on this day, the yellow flowers were all over the east fence.
I once stood with a beautiful woman on a small threshold, enjoying the beauty of wine.
Long strips are inserted into the temples.
Human appearance should not be changed, Zhencong meets Fangfei again.
Looking for the old path again, the time flies by.
When the wind is blowing and the dew is cold.
Broken Array Yan Shu
When the swallows are about to return, the west wind blew in the tall buildings last night.
Ask for a small gathering in the human world, try to put the golden statue next to the chrysanthemum bush, and sing songs with a long pink face.
The slanting sun penetrates the curtains even more, and a slight coolness gradually enters the sycamore trees.
There are so many feelings that cannot be described in words, written in the tunes of Xiangmanjian, these feelings are numerous.
Broken Array by Yan Shu
The westerly wind sets over the lake, and the sun sets, and the lotus flowers have fallen to pieces.
The clusters of golden chrysanthemums are full of fine beads, and the petrels leave their nests with light feathers, showing love year after year.
A glass of fine wine is newly ripe, and countless songs are worth listening to.
If we don’t get drunk together in front of you, but the time is like the sound of water, it goes far away without stopping.
Breaking Time by Yan Shu
The peaches on the sea are easy to ripen, and the moon is full and beautiful in the world.
Only when we say goodbye, we can separate lovers. It is often difficult to see each other after parting.
This situation must be asked to God.
The candle weeps at dawn, and the incense burner smokes all day long.
With a bit of desolation and despair, I said that the Qin Zheng has some remaining strings.
What a detailed biography.
Breaking Time by Su Shi
The liquor is in bloom for the ninth time, and the yellow flowers have passed the Double Ninth Festival.
Everything outside and outside seems like a dream, but nothing inside is like a hometown.
The sun and moon are longer on the east slope.
Jade powder is swirled to cook the tea milk, and golden mint is newly pounded for the fragrance of orange.
The strong frost-dyed mustache supports the green sleeves, and the crazy man cannot understand the madness.
A crazy man gets even crazier as he gets older.
Broken Array Fan Chengda
Wandering around the corner of the sky during the festival, following the wise men under the flowers.
It only needs Shanyin to repair the misfortune, but it has more orchestral music than Lanting.
The dance skirt is still fragrant.
It rains in the stains of weeping bamboo, and there is smoke in the snow with folded tung trees.
Arousing the hatred of Du Ling's hungry guests, he was by the Qushui River in Chang'an.
Blue clouds and thousands of mountains.
(10 songs, that’s enough.
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