Date: Song Author: Lu You
In Chengdu, autumn nights are long, lanterns and waxed paper are empty.
The magpies fly around the sky in the moonlight, and the withered grass is wet and crying cold.
scholars in class should study, but they are heartbroken if they want to sleep.
A hundred turns and a few sighs, green hair turns into autumn frost overnight.
the sun and the moon in the central plains use the calendar, and the old chieftain in Youzhou writes the yellow calendar.
The place in Wenluodi, Ronghe River, can be used as the hometown of Qiu.
A carved stork plate in a hundred-gold shirt, with a three-foot blade frosty and snowy.
once you go out to the fortress, you will try it, and you will find Baoji at dusk in Chang' an.
it's also strong to draw a sword and sing a song.
please * * * take the cup in your hand.
Qiu Hong's array flies across the river, and the sound of dusk is loud and the rain is coming.
Don't hate that God has no old eyes. Please look at the bones with moss.
Middle-aged people feel twice as fast as the speed of light, and when they travel to the western suburbs, they will see Mei again.