You can go to Baidu to search: Here are a few songs that I still remember. See if they are useful. Li Yu [Yuan] (lived around 1367 AD), courtesy name Zongbiao, alias Caoge, from Qiantang. The dates of birth and death are unknown, but he was alive around the end of the Yuan Dynasty. Hongwuzhong, assistant teacher of Guozijian. The poems and prose written by Yu are of great talent, clear and powerful. He is the author of six volumes of Caoge collection, one volume of supplementary works, one volume of collected works, and one volume of Jungu poems, all of which are in common use in the world. Butterflies fall in love with flowers in the night pavilion and Gao walks leisurely. The Qingming Festival has just passed, and I gradually feel sad about the late spring. A few rains are heard and the wind is lingering, and the hazy moon and clouds come and go. The peach and plum trees are still in the darkness of spring. Who is on the swing, whispering in the smile. There are thousands of emotions in the heart, and there is no place in the world. The rain is gurgling outside the sand curtain, the spring is fading, and the quilt cannot bear the cold at dawn. In the dream, I don’t know that I am a guest, and I am greedy for a while. I am happy to meet each other, but I am speechless and go to the West alone. The building, the moon is like a hook, the lonely sycamore, the deep courtyard is locked in the autumn. The pruning is constant, the order is still chaotic, it is the sorrow of separation, and the ordinary feeling is in the heart. Poppy, when is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much do you know about the past. The small building had an east wind again last night, my motherland I can't bear to look back in the moonlight. The carved railings and jade bricks should still be there, but the beauty has changed. I ask you how much sorrow you can have, just like a river of spring water flowing eastward. How can life's sorrow and hatred be avoided in Midnight Song? There is no limit to the ecstasy of my love! The dream of the motherland returns, and I shed tears when I wake up. Who can go up to the tall building? I will always remember Qiu Qingwang. The past has become empty, still like a dream. Sauvignon Blanc has one mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, Acacia maple leaves are red. The flowers are in bloom, but the flowers are withered. The wild geese are flying high, and the people have not returned them. A curtain of wind and moonlight is idle. The black night cries. Last night there was wind and rain, and the curtains and curtains rustled with autumn sounds. Candles are leaking and broken, and I often lean on pillows. Can't sit up flat. Things in the world flow with the flow of water, just like a dream comes to life. The road to Zuixiang is stable and should be visited frequently, but it is difficult to travel otherwise. In the past forty years, the family and the country have been broken, and the mountains and rivers have spread over three thousand miles. The phoenix pavilion and the dragon tower reach the sky, and the jade trees and their branches are used as tobacco. How many times have we known war? Once you become a captive, your waist will sink and your temples will fade away. On the most hasty day of farewell to the temple, farewell songs are still played in the church hall. Weeping to Gong E. Lang Tao Sha, the past can only be sad, but the scenery is difficult to arrange. In the autumn wind, moss invades the steps in the courtyard. As long as the bead curtain is not rolled up, who will come all day long? The golden sword has been buried, and the strong energy has faded. In the cool evening, the moon shines brightly. Thinking of the shadow of Yulou Yao Palace, the sky shines on Qinhuai! Huanxi gauze turns the candle and flutters. I return home in a dream. I want to find the traces of the past, but I am disappointed. The wish of heaven is contrary to my body. When the moon pool platform is empty and the water has passed, and the shaded flower pavilions are dimly lit, I don't hesitate to put on more clothes when I climb up. Xie Xin'en After the empty passengers in the courtyard returned, the painting hall was half-covered with a bead curtain. The forest wind was blowing and the night was boring. The new moon in the small building looks back on its own slenderness. In the Spring Town, people are empty and old, so why should I hate the new sorrows? Even if I am trapped in the window, I am still in a daze. The sound of the Qiang flute startled the drunken face. Poppy The wind returns to the small courtyard and the green is green, and the willow eyes continue to spring. I have been silent for half a day, but the sound of the bamboo and the crescent moon is still the same as before. Before the music and songs are over, I am here, and the ice on the pond has just begun to melt. The candles are bright and fragrant, and the building is darkly painted. The clear frost and residual snow on the temples are hard to bear. The twelfth brother of King Zheng. The east wind blows the water and the sun carries the mountains. When spring comes, it is long and leisurely. The flowers are falling, the wine is fading, and the music is playing in a drunken dream. The wearer's voice is quiet, her makeup is ruined in the evening, who can groom the green servant girl? I linger in the scenery to cherish the beauty, and lean against the lantern alone at dusk.
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