Bananas are everywhere, and the moon shines in uneven shadows. A few leaves are as big as a wall, which is the screen of our door. ?
A little smell calms your eyes and ears.
2, "Mink Head (Second Yongkang Rhyme)" Song: Jing Man
I have a relationship with Shu, and my eyes are blue. Cars are everywhere, and stringed pipes are infinitely silent. Laughing proudly for four years, talking about three sides is not worthy of the Great Wall. I think the world is vast and everything is bright. ?
Want to go home, join the club with poetry, and seek alliance with wine. On the temples, the old man only felt strong and frightened. Although things are obedient, they have been hidden in themselves. Why ask Junping? Hold it like a copper beam, and embrace it with the same inclination.
3. Book of exhortation: Zhuge Liang
A gentleman's journey is quiet to cultivate one's morality, and frugal to cultivate one's morality. Not cold, not awake, not quiet, not far away. You must be quiet before you can study. If you don't learn, you can't be versatile, and if you don't want to learn, you can't succeed. Slow can't have vitality, and risk can't have sex. Time goes by, meaning goes by, and then becomes withered, not meeting the world, and staying in a poor house sadly. What will happen? ?
4, "Water" Song: Ma
Dong Jun is always sentimental, and his flowers bloom all night. Apricot bud powder, delayed medicine column, peace does not teach. Style swing, sun moving curtains, emerald red. As long as you take a bath, you will be absorbed and charming. ?
Grind all the bronze mirrors in the green window. Wearing a spring shirt is unparalleled. Where there are beauties in the dark clouds and empty valleys, Taibi invaded directly. Looking at each other in my sleep, thinking while drinking, is very charming. I ask why, but I owe some fragrance, which is annoying.
5. Qiu Si of Yujie in Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan.
The fallen leaves are fragrant. Rolling up the brocade curtain of pearl string, the magnificent castle is empty, only the sky is faint, and the milky head is sprinkled on the earth. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears. The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.