-Don Bai Juyi
No moon, no light, cold food night, before dark.
Suddenly surprised by the season, I owe 40 a year now.
Cold food night
-Don Hanvo
The green grass in Qingjiang River is long, and each has its own worries.
On a cold night, there is no companion to lean on the south building at night.
Cold food night
-history
The sound leaked into the blue window screen, and the static shadow was half oblique.
Heavy musk deer don't burn golden duck cold, and light cloud cages shine on pear blossoms.
Operator. Yongmei, Mao Zedong
Spring leaves in the storm; With the snow, it came back. Although the icicles on the cliff are still hanging for miles. There is a sweet flower in it.
Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes.
Operator. Yongmei's "land tour"
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, already exhausted, but also subject to wind and rain.
If you don't want to fight for spring, one person is jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
Operator. Yongmei, anonymous.
The snow is washed away, and the rhyme is hard to keep. It's already spring, and the soul is gone.
I have no intention of falling in love with the world of mortals, but I spit out the fragrance. Just wait for the flowers to smile and return to dust with the snow.
Su Shi, Liang Zhu
Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are many fish in the sea.
Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
Liang Zhu Ouyang xiu
How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Liu Yong, Liang Zhu
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. Who will rely on silence in the afterglow of grass smoke?
I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
"Recent Love" Yan Dao Ji
I don't remember when I got drunk, so it was easy to get together and leave. Half-moon window doesn't sleep much, and painting screen is idle.
It's always sad to see wine stains on clothes and words in poems. Red candle has no good plans, feels sorry for itself, but cries for others on a cold night.
Liu Xianlun's Yueyang Tower
The book is empty in August, and Yueyang Tower overlooks Qingchuan.
The sound of water makes the emperor happy, and the mountains make the jade emperor smell fragrant.
The ship sailed off the island, and the lonely clouds held the sunset glow.
There is no place in the southeast, send me to heaven.
Jiang Wei of Yueyang Tower
Leaning against the building, looking forward to the future.
In the evening, the red leaves remain in Chu, and in autumn, Jiangbi enters Wu.
The geese in the clouds are in a hurry, and the sails are finally lonely.
The moon with me, leisurely god.
Yueyang louwang
After the music, worry first and then remember the panorama, so today we can only rely on the fence.
Swallowing nine waters is wide, and the cashier has a wide realm.
The music of the Yellow Emperor is loud and broad, and Xiang Jun's shadow is immersed in the clear blue.
Jiang Shan He Du advocated that Qing Hui's writing should be tidied up.
Yueyang Tower Chen Fu
The wind is blowing and the snow waves are flying to Bai Ou.
Air permeates the sky, the sun and the moon are wet, shadows shake the earth, and mountains and rivers float.
Several times, I cracked the Jade Cave and was a little worried about Dai Xiang.
An De Tian Piao drank fairy wine and crossed the whale to Fusang Prefecture.
Prelude to water melody
Year: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Ci
Children's language,
The lights are dim at night.
Hatred, you come and go,
Finger flick, tears and harmony.
Suddenly become a great soldier,
Filled with gas,
A thousand miles does not leave a line.
Looking back at dusk,
Flying catkins stir the green ghost.
Of all the birds, the true color phoenix,
Don't sing alone
Climb up step by step,
It's easy to find the light when you fall.
The wind and rain between your fingers,
Put ice charcoal in my intestines,
You can't sit on an equal footing.
Pushing from home,
No tears and your tendency.
Prelude to water melody
Year: Song Author: Su Shi Style: Ci
When did the moon begin to appear? Ask heaven for wine.
I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I want to go home by wind, but I'm afraid of Qionglou Yuyu.
It's too cold up there.
Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!