The artistic style of his ci is diverse, mainly bold and unconstrained, with a gloomy and heroic style, but there is no lack of delicacy and femininity. He has a wide range of subjects, is good at using allusions, expresses patriotic enthusiasm for restoring national unity, pours out grief and indignation that his ambition is hard to pay, and condemns the humiliation and peace of the rulers at that time; There are also many works that praise the rivers and mountains of the motherland. There are more than 600 words, including Jia Ji and Short Sentences, which have been handed down from generation to generation.
1 Yong Yule Jingkou Gu Bei Pavilion Nostalgia
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in the pavilion, singing on the platform, wind and rain always blow away romantic feelings. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
2 Jade Case Yuan Xi
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd, suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
3 Xijiang moonlit tour of the middle section of Huangsha Road
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
4 Xijiangyue, greedy for the double ninth of the Ming Dynasty
Greedy for the Ming dynasty. I wonder if it is Mid-Autumn Festival. There are many troubles in life. Only the yellow flowers are as old as before.
Vientiane pavilion drinks. Hold your head on Jiujiang Pavilion. The city crow made me drunk and retired. When it's raining and windy in Mao Mao.
5 Xijiangyue, a pillar of the Qing Dynasty, looks far and wide.
A pillar of heaven, two peaks lean on the cold. Cut across the long mountain. No increase, no decrease.
I look at the clouds, and people say the scenery is so beautiful. Be recovered by the pen. Look at the next floor.
6 Xijiangyue and Dong Jun drink.
And drink it, don't teach China to rush. Qiong Gui has a thousand words and is beaming. Drunk in the head.
Don't sing in the sun, don't go, just come back today. Five clouds watch three episodes. Hold a spiritual gathering.
7 Tafloxacin Hemerocallis Qi Jie
Hemerocallis, banana leaves. Butterfly with red spot. There was a wind of begonia outside the wall, and a few pear blossoms were snowing in the curtain.
My heart is full of sadness, and my cheeks are red with wine. At this time of year, leaving is painful. Might as well go through the small building in the tube and blow off Qianshan Moon at midnight.
After 84,000 Xijiang Moon
After 84 thousand, who is more witty? There is a heart in the thread. Tell the poet to drink.
Carve jade and carve ice, mountains and rivers know each other. The chest was not invaded by dust. But I'm afraid the soul will wake up alone.
9 Xijiang Yuejinsu was born.
Jin Su Tathagata was born, and the immortal rode the wind in Gong Rui. The smell is endless. Wash away a thousand kinds of dust.
Grow up like a westerly wind Lord, born in the bright moon. Autumn is very delicate. But there is no dream tonight.
10 Xijiang Yueya Checui
Thousands of feet cliffs are cut green, and a river of sunset red melts gold. Bai Ou didn't mean to walk back and forth. Choose a storm.
Biepu fish is fat and delicious, and Qiancun wine is delicious and heavy. A thousand years have passed. Idle ups and downs are serious.
1 1 Xijiang Yuexiugu Song Qing is not old.
Xiugu Song Qing is not old, and the new word Yu Pei rubs against each other. Spiritual tea is quasi-pan-galactic. There are only a few stars left.
Drink a pillow in Dongfeng Moon and sing a song in Chunting. How about getting you drunk? Gold seal will have a big fight next year.
12 Partridge Sky Qiushui Gallery Water Stone Room
The autumn water corridor between water and stone. Who will listen to this whisper? Envy your handwriting, the Eastern Jin Dynasty and the Western Jin Dynasty, and divide my poems into big and small mountains.
Poverty is pleasure, laziness is leisure. The roads on the earth are very narrow and the glass is very wide. It's not stupid to meet you, but it seems romantic, sir.
13 partridge underwater blue sky, bright Shi Xia Guangqing.
There are ten hectares of light underwater. Tianjiao spreads brocade lining mandarin ducks. Zhang Xu, who pities the willow most, smiles like a lotus.
Square bamboo pole, small Hu bed. The evening breeze is much cooler. Bai Niao flew away behind his back, and the sunset crow was even sadder.
What is there to frown at in the partridge sky?
There's nothing to frown about. When I am old, I feel sad. Turn around in a hundred years, and everything will be long.
Pillow on the stream, chess in the bamboo. Afraid of looking for wine companions and lazy poems. Very muscular, very boastful, only better than when I was sick.
15 partridge day Shang Mo soft strips broke buds for the first time.
On the stranger, the soft strips are sprouting. The silkworm eggs in the East have been born. The fine grass in Pinggang sings yellow calves, and the crow in the cold forest at sunset.
The mountains are far and near, and the roads are inclined. Qingqi sells wine with others. The peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and the flowers bloom in the spring.
16 partridge pillow and dancing temples cream
Press the pillow and shake the temple cream. Listen to the eaves and break the noisy river. There are clouds and tendons, and the wheels are turning here.
Yunshui Town Poetry Wine Club. You can get drunk and get wet. Drawing is like a dream of returning home, and thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are more than inches long.
17 partridge field wants to go upstairs to avoid worry.
If you want to go upstairs to avoid sadness, sadness will follow me upstairs. After several changes, many relatives and friends have become old!
Go back to rest, go back to rest, before you are an adult, you will always be sealed. The origin of clouds is uncertain. They are as free as clouds.
18 partridge, the sky is sleepless. Why?
Can't sleep at night. Knowing the truth has not turned into worrying. Thinking about the past, who provoked him to have feelings.
Some things at the bottom are wrong. I really don't want home. However, the simple and naive jealousy of fragrant sleep awakened her dream.
19 south lattice bay Qian Qian hates it.
Qian Qian hates it. He never goes back and forth. I have a big sedan chair. There is no road covered by him, and it is difficult for Iraq to have hope.
Tonight, Hetoushu, the boat is over there. Know when he will go to bed when he is hot. After a sleepless night, who incited.
20 partridge days, high night frost with wood coagulation.
When the wood fell, it frosted all night. The north wind drove the geese away again. Without words, every feeling is good, and not drinking can make the taste longer.
Frequency convergence and dispersion, try to think. For who? Chuncao dreamed of the pond. Middle-aged and elderly people hate Dongshan, don't send it away, it's sad.
2 1 partridge sky with green hair and infinite spring
Spring is green and infinite. Falling red and flying snow. Yellow flowers accompany Qiu Guang in his later years. What can I do for you?
There are thousands of books and pens. See peers rise to the top. Children's associations are not allowed in middle schools, for fear that fame will overwhelm people.
22 partridge in the lower reaches of Moru Chunhua in the sky
Don't swim downstream of the spring flowers. You must be ready to fall asleep. After a hundred years of wind and rain, everything is dull and full.
Will disturb, calmly pay. This life is carefree. New sorrow will be abandoned, and it will be accompanied by the end of spring.
On partridge day, everything laughs.
Everything is laughing. Yuan Ming put chrysanthemums in the autumn wind. Looking closely, the coolness still exists today, and Nanshan is like a Weng.
Good taste, linguist. Sanxian and high school are the same from ancient times to the present. Who knows that wine stops the clouds, and there are too many independent sunsets.
24 partridge day dusk west Western jackdaw sad.
As the sun sets, Western jackdaw's homecoming brings me a melancholy. Only the willows in the pond give off green buds. No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.
Out of the intestines, tears flow hard to close. With the love of acacia, once again boarded the little red chamber. I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.
25 partridge festival, send people away.
After singing "Guan Yang Guan", I cried dry, regarded my fame as a funeral, and urged snacks. The water is connected, as if the trees on both sides of the river extend into the endless distance, and the dark clouds with rain buried half the mountain.
There are thousands of hatreds today and in the past. It should only be on and off. Is it joys and sorrows? It's not very sinister, but the journey of mankind is even more difficult.
26 partridge day pillow pot creek hall autumn cold.
The pillow creek club is very cold. Break the clouds and collect the water at night. Red-violet snuggled up to each other like a drunk, and Bai Niao was speechless and worried.
This book is aggressive. Let's have a rest. A hill and a valley are also romantic. I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs.
27 partridge day, a heart like a cloud.
Homecoming is like a cloud. Spring knows the evil dusk. I can't bear to rain in front of the eaves at night, but I'm still dreaming tonight.
Furnace Leng Xiang. Who will be sent to relive the cold wine? Who crosses the double flute outside the willow? It's hard for guests to hear.
28 Shui Long Yin Deng Healthy Yangxin Pavilion
In autumn, the south is empty and desolate, the river flows with the sky, and autumn is even more boundless. Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head. The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer. I saw Wu Gou and made a column, but no one would attend.
Don't say chop up the perch to cook delicious food. When the west wind blows it, I wonder if that one has come back? People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects. Unfortunately, time passes like running water. I'm really worried about the country's ups and downs. As Huan Wen said, the trees have grown so much! I beg someone to invite those girls who sing in red and green to wipe away the tears of the hero's frustration for me!
29 Shuidiao Song Tou Corner of Sunset Ancient City
A corner of the ancient city in the sunset, I advise you to stay. Chang 'an Road is far away. What happened to the snow? Exhausted the golden life experience, regardless of the grievances of Qin Lou people, returned to Sha Ou. Go boating tomorrow night and leave the sadness to the moon.
Fame, when will you rest in peace before you get old? There are thousands of books and poems. I must go to Gu Yizhou. Don't learn from Ban Chao's pen, let him seal Wan Li and gaunt the old frontier states. Where to rely on, loneliness goes up the stairs.
It is not easy for officials and businessmen to tune the tune.
Business is not easy, come to wine. If you don't have me, ask who your arms are open to. However, if you let go of your life, you don't have to worry about being laughed at by others. If you are stung deeply, you will be shocked. White hair still laughs at itself, where can it be put down.
Five car books, a thousand stone drinks, and a hundred times. Before the arrival of new words, Qiong Gui dreamed of my arms first. After the west wind is heavy, we should start with the yellow flowers and not accept the poems. If you want to spend all over the county, you can plant peaches and plums.
Huang Ju, a 3 1 year-old water tune singer.
Every year, there is Huang Ju, which is a Millennium hedge. Leisure politics must be two words, a poem that laughs for a long time and retreats. This mountain has existed since ancient times, and I didn't see anything until then. Who knows? Pour more wine when you get up. When I am drunk, I don't need to quit.
Looking back, the clouds cleared and the birds were tired. Come upstairs again, and you will have a good time. Everyone wrote the porch window full and asked the children to recite it and say goodbye. Ten thousand rolls are sometimes used, and sticks are planted and cultivated.
Thirty-two broken sons are full of eyes without spring breeze.
The spring breeze will be full of eyes in a few days, but now the autumn leaves say goodbye. Just kill things in your heart, and don't remember the usual drunken songs. Poor white hair.
Stand upside down tomorrow, who will dance with you? I am determined to be thin, but you can't help it if you don't think about it. It will be very cold.
Broken child, throw Liu Lang Yudou on the ground.
Throw the land to Liu Lang Yudou, hang the sail and sail. Wan Li's fame and fortune never stops. King 300 states.
I don't know if sparrows are swans, but the story of Diusim went out for a ride. But I laugh at Luxi like a bucket, and I'm willing to try my hand. Shou junou.
34 Manjiang Red Ignition Cherry
Light a cherry and shine on it, and it will be like snow. Spring is just right, and I see Longyang all dressed up, and the purple moss is pale. The milk swallow leads the young to fly weak, and the warbler calls friends to fear. Begging for spring return, refusing to bring back sorrow, the intestines are knotted.
Looking at the building, the spring mountains are green; Where is home? Smoke and wave separation. Who told him that, past lives? Butterflies don't fly thousands of miles, and the rule is broken night. It's rare to hear the sound of persuading people to return to their pillows.
35 Manjianghong Feng Juan Wu Ting
The wind in the hospital is rolling, the yellow leaves are falling, and it is as cool as washing. Smile and fold, autumn and English taste together, making it fragrant. The sky is far from poor, and the building is still leaning. No one disputes, lonely tears play autumn.
Hate today and ancient times, Huang Shen base. Sadness and joy are mixed, drifting with the tide. I want to climb the stairs, but I'm not so haggard. Looking around, Hengshan is a few points, and it is a thousand miles away. For ChanJuan, from now on, I am sad, Kim.
36 Minjiang Hongsu wine woke up.
When you wake up from a hangover, it's just a matter of clearing your mind. People are painting in class, and the moonlight is like washing. Plum blossom in paper account is a dream, and autumn wind rises in soup. When asked about life and proud geometry, I replied.
If you ask, you will miss something. The material grows in the song. This feeling is just, middle age. The bright moon is thousands of miles apart, and Gu Jun and I are like ears. When will you come? It's beautiful.
The boundless river and the red sunset are boundless.
The setting sun is boundless, calm and the sails are weak. Remember, flirting, beauty. Tired guests don't know where they are, and the beauty has already replied. Then he came back, just to give a cloud and help the king.
Some things, how to get them. If you know there is hatred, don't remember it. But chutian is special, and the clouds at dusk are bright. Everything that passes by is not going well. Nine times out of ten, my head is white today. Laughing at Jiangzhou, Sima is too affectionate and blue and wet.
38 Man Jianghong hates Dong Jun.
I hate Dong Jun. Spring is gone. In the blink of an eye, I lost a third. It is always warm and rainy during the day, and windy days help weeping willows. Farther away, the grass is the most concerned, baking the sun.
Xiangpu 'an, Nantang Post. There is no end to hatred, and sorrow is like a product. It's lonely every year. It's cold for him. How much can you get back? Romance is over. By drawing columns and lines, Hong Fei and Shen Kongbi are counted.
39 full of rivers and red, get rid of sadness
Broken sorrow, outside the screen window, the wind shakes the bamboo. People go to the empty building, the flute is broken, and people lean on the building alone. Eyeful of March dusk, I only feel Qian Shan green when I look up. But try to send a book and read it from the beginning.
Acacia words, empty surplus. Acacia, when is enough? Lapel fell a little, full of tears. There is no loss in visiting grass, and weeping willows only hinder the human eye. The most bitter thing is to stand at the end of the month and make music.
40. Give strong words to Chen Tongfu.
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. It's in vain.
4 1 butterfly lovers is old and afraid to find a young companion.
Old people are afraid of finding young companions. Draw the bead curtain, no one cares about the affair. Childe sees Hua Zhubi in chaos. New words stir up resentment.
The cold night is full of sadness. When will the brocade be delivered? After all, the crow called back Meng Xiao's dream in a short-sighted way.
42 Butterfly Hua Lian Moxiang Chengtou Listening Leak Point
Don't listen to Chengtou. Talk to pedestrians and don't make any noise. Always close to sadness. Children in the world have empty grievances.
Brilliant mind, ice and snow. The name of the old poem emptied Liang Yan. Pour on the usual wishes. A cup of morning singing will persuade you.
Butterflies love flowers, and tears show your majesty.
Tears fell like rain. Not giving up is worrying. The scenery with a bottom can't stay. The smoke is vast and boundless.
The old horse is obsessed with the current. Cherish the mud and forget to find the way to spring. In Jiaxuan's safe place. Books don't need many lines.
Butterfly lovers, swallows, birds, crying, people, far away.
Yan language warblers crow far away. But I hate Xiyuan, and I still have Yingying. Laughter is half sorrow. Cuiyuan is particularly warm in spring.
This is just a book without geese. Not heartbroken, not recently. Don't shake Hunan tears with a jade handle. I'm afraid you call it autumn fan.
45. What can make the public angry and happy?
Nothing can make the public angry and happy. People need mountains, but people don't want mountains. It's like mourning for Sine's lower teeth. Thousands of feelings are always there.
I want to write a record of Han Zuoji in Xitang. Today's machine cloud, good words are hard to compare. Old eyes are crazy and empty. The silver hook gets drunk first when it sees the heart.
46.30,000 hectares of flowers, grass and the sun are dying.
30,000 hectares of rotten grass and sunset. It's not falling, it's a lonely shadow outside. How bleak it is to drink. Pedestrians wake up at the head of the river.
I will see my temples less and less. It's a long way, let alone a new illness. It's not that it's hard to get rid of sadness. He aroused the hatred of others.
47 Planting Chrysanthemum in Huanxisha
Immortals are lonely and willing to be media. Straight-cut poems and push rows. Or make a phone call near the wine.
If there is a bright side, there will be chrysanthemums. Without peace and tranquility, there would be no plums. It's only open to people today.
48 Huanxisha Slow Constellation
Ride back in front of the mountain. The wind and rain destroyed the plum blossoms. * * * Who will serve two or three drinks?
Like an old spring, there is no old one. I used to wear flowers in my hair.
49 Huanxisha. Here are farewell poems.
This is a farewell poem. There should be a payback period. People are impatient to talk, and horses are late to talk.
Go to the goose to preach brocade, and spring mud to kill clothes. There is tea after begonia.
50 Huanxisha Hu Axiang noodles are even today.
The pollen is even today. What makes Liu frown? The east wind blows rain, which is thinner than dust.
Self-mockery is like lewdness, and now I am more pregnant with trees. Bored sadness and hatred are new.
5 1 Huanxisha always puts his life in a place where he lives a drunken life.
Always throw your life into drunkenness. Most of them are 36 thousand. Don't think about how many things happened in ancient times.
It's better to be a little cold, a little spring rain, and there is no place to find wild flowers. Laughed again last year, and the swallow was busy.
52 hidden, leaning on the bar to see Zhu
Leaning against the bar, I casually faded the powder from my robe. Go to the forest to choose high, change in a hurry, and ziyun is moist. How many spring breeze, sooner or later, busy for flowers. Laughing at my hometown peaches and plums, smearing the east and smearing the west, how much, sad and hateful.
Quasi-money Liu Ying said, remembering honor is easy to disappear but difficult to melt. The world is proud and colorful, turning to spring. The white hair pities the gentleman, the Confucian crown has been mistaken, and the official is cold all his life. After all, I get drunk every year and ask for flowers.
Who sends lovesickness to Bodhisattva Shu?
Who sent brocade acacia? Count the number of flies on the horizon. Dream a thousand times a night. Plum blossom dream
Rose marks, pink hair, tree hair. Frost and cold sandbar day. Don't worry, seagulls have thousands of troubles in the world.
The eyes of Bodhisattva Yao are foggy.
Jiang Yao is so ill that his eyes are blurred. Send grief to jintou road. Return to happy poems. Life is full of separation.
The clouds are flat in the middle of the night. Do you know that you are dreaming? Don't steal jade chopsticks. Heartbroken. God knows.
Bodhisattva Zephyr is hated by pedestrians.
The west wind is hated by pedestrians. The horse's head is getting happy, and the return time is coming. Try going to Xiaohonglou. Hong Fei worries about every word.
A quiet place. There are countless mountains around here. Unlike the distant mountains. Make faces at each other.
56 Bodhisattva Man Qi Jing is still on Changting Road.
The standard is still Changting Road. Number of pilots warblers before the ceremony. Where is the heart? There is another spring in the world.
I am proud of myself. Smell the chicken dancing in a few days. Poetry to plum blossoms. There are100000 families in the spring breeze.
57 Bodhisattva Xia is ruthless, and Jiang Tou is the sixth most.
Ruthlessness is a willow at the head of a river. Strip or folded. Muye Xiapinghu. Whether the goose comes or not.
Wild geese have no books. The punch line depends on who and who. When the wind and rain hurt my heart. Guizhi was born on the mountain.
He Xinlang said wine pavilion.
Tell the wine booth. Look at Yuan Ming, a handsome figure, Wolong Zhuge. Where does the magpie fly? Step on the soft snow. If you want to break your hat, add more hair. Residual water and mountains have no attitude, and they are boiled into romance by sparse plum. Two or three geese are also bleak.
Beautiful women pay more attention to dating than farewell. Qingjiang River is frozen in cold weather, and the water depth is frozen. A broken road wheel has four corners where pedestrians pin their bones. Ask who makes you sad? It is wrong to cast today's homesickness, and it is expected to be very hard at first. Long night flute, don't play!
59. He Xinlang is weak.
I'm dying. I've been disappointed all my life, and my friends have dispersed, and there's not much left. White hair hanging down three thousands of feet, laughing at all things in the world. Ask what can make the public happy. I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I expect it to be. Emotions and looks are slightly similar.
A statue scratched its head in the east window. If you want to be far-sighted and stop writing poems, the flavor is at this time. Jiang Zuo pursues fame deeply and doesn't know the secret of muddy mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying. Don't hate the ancients, don't see their people, hate their guts, and don't see their crazy ears. People who know me, two or three sons.
60 fishing, more can disappear.
More can disappear, a few storms, and rush back to spring. Cherish spring for fear of early blooming, not to mention countless red flowers. Live in spring, see that there is no turning back at the end of the world. The only way to complain about the silence in spring is to be diligent, draw cobwebs on the eaves and release sheep in Yogyakarta.
Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes. Moth eyebrows used to be enviable. A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation? Stop dancing, can't you see, Yan Feiyu's ring is covered with dust! Leisure is the hardest! Don't lean on the hedge, the sun goes down, and the flowers are bright.
6 1 Bodhisattva Schumann Jiangxi stoma wall
How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai. Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.
Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.
Linjiang Dingshan Forest is a dream.
The mountains, rivers and forests in Zhong Ding are all dreams, so it is not surprising to be humiliated. I only spend my life in my spare time. The wine glass absorbs dew in autumn and cuts ice in poetry night.
Remember the small window rainy night, deep affection for the bed lamp. Ask who will accompany you for thousands of miles. At night, the eyebrows are green and the autumn water is as bright as a mirror.
63 Linjiang Xian Leng Yan's cold cloud song has grievances.
Cold geese have grievances in the cold clouds, and the spring breeze is complacent. More importantly, we should teach flowers to bloom every day. Don't worry about chrysanthemums, there will be plum blossoms.
Recently, many diseases have stopped drinking, and the small pot is empty and pressed. Castle peak has to make its own arrangements. Don't get drunk for a few days, drink two or three cups.
No.64, Ugly Nu, Zhongqiang, Shuboshan Road
Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow and fall in love with the floor. Fall in love with the floor Worried about adding new words.
Now that I know what it's like to worry, I want to talk about it. I want to talk about it. But it is a cool autumn.
65 Nanxiangzi Deng Jingkou Gu Beiting is pregnant.
Where to see China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast. Who is the world hero? Cao Liu. Children should be like Sun Zhongmou.
66 minus the tears of magnolia flower.
Yingying has tears in her eyes. Brothel used to be so far away. Autumn moon and spring flowers. Lost to an ordinary girl.
Shuicun Yi Shan. At dusk, there was no power in the clouds, and the brocade was stolen. There will be no geese until the west wind rises.
Qian Feng wants to persuade Chunguang to live.
Before the wind blows, I want to persuade Chunguang to live. Spring is on Cao Fang Road in the south of the city. Flowers that don't flow with the water are made into floating mud.
The stars in the mirror are wrong. People live up to the conceit of spring. Dreaming that people are far away from many troubles, only in the pear flower storm.
68 Xijiang Yue sent Xing.
It takes time to laugh when you are drunk. Recently, I began to feel the ancient books. Faith is nothing.
Matsumoto was drunk last night and asked Matsumoto how drunk I was. I'm afraid I'm sloppy and want to help. Push it away with your hands.
69 Man Jiang Hong Hunchun
I live in the south of the Yangtze River, and I have had a cold food. In the flower garden, there are some storms and some chaos. The red powder darkens with the running water, and the garden gradually feels clear and dense. Every year, the Erythrina flowers fall, and the cold is weak.
The yard was quiet and empty. There is nothing to say, nothing to worry about. I am afraid of stray Inging and Swallow, and I know the news. There is no trace of colorful clouds. Teach people, be ashamed to go upstairs, be flat and green.
70 Life in Langtaosha Glass
In the cup of life. Everything is empty. The ancient heroes of March 5th. Where the rain blows, Qin Gong in the Han Palace.
Dream of entering youth. Singing and dancing in a hurry. The old monk rang the doorbell by mistake in the middle of the night. I can't sleep when I wake up at the west window, Xifengjuan.