1, the spring breeze in the bridal chamber last night, so the old friend is still on the other side of Xiangjiang River. I fell asleep unconsciously, and in just a few moments in my dream, I have traveled thousands of miles to the south.
2. Lan Yi falls, and the screen is dark red banana. Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain. At the People's Postal Bridge.
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only join Jiangnan. The spring water is greener than the sky, and tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain. The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
4, Baochai Hengcui Peak, a thousand miles of incense screen dream. Sex rain is desolate, and spring grass grows in Jiangnan.
5, Jiangnan acacia cited, sighing too much. The yellow crane walks northwest, and thousands of miles lead my heart.
6, diligent to write, the book is hateful, three seas, full of acacia, trembling into the mourning column. Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is there a broken soul?
7. It is common to see the house of the King of Qi, and Cui has heard of it several times before. Never thought, in this Jiangnan scenic area; It is the season of falling flowers, and I can meet you, an old acquaintance.
8. There is a water room in Guazhou, Jingkou, and Zhongshan is only separated by several mountains.
9. I heard that Jiangnan is a wine town, and pedestrians on the road want to be heartbroken. Who knows that Jiangnan is not drunk, laughing at the spring breeze.
10, the sunset shines on the market, and the cattle and sheep go home along the path. A rugged old man in a thatched door leaned against a cane and thought about his son, the shepherd boy. There are whistling pheasants? Full ears of wheat, sleeping silkworms and peeled mulberry leaves. Jojo and Fu Tian greet each other cordially.
1 1, the dream time is getting older and Tingzhou is smoky. Don't sing Jiangnan ancient tune, resentment is hard to recruit, and the Chu River is gloomy. Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain.
12, the picture is on the water, and there is no mountain in Dongye. The sun hides outside the mulberry trees, and the river between the wells is clear. The shepherd boy looked at the village, and the hound came back with people. What's with silence? Fei Jing has a day off.
13, heavy gold lock on the tiger, moon shadow on the screen window with flowers. Candles and tears fade, and Mei Sheng is cold.
14. Fold flowers and send them to the leader. Jiangnan has nothing to do, and it's a spring chat.
15, blackbirds throw into the forest, pass a few passengers, and smoke in the mountains before going to Chai Fei. The child paddled like a leaf, weaving a duck array and returning alone.
16, prepare chicken and rice for me, old friend, you entertain me on your farm. Green Woods surround the village and green hills are located outside the city. Banquet nursery, holding cups to talk about Sang Ma. Please come here to see chrysanthemums when the ninth festival comes.
17, plum and apricot fertilizer, wheat and cabbage flowers thin. No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
18, picking white apples in Tingzhou, setting sun in spring in Jiangnan. Dongting has returned home, and Xiaoxiang has met an old friend.
19, Jia Yi was exiled for three years, Wanli, Ban Chao. How to lead a white calf? Drinking water is good for clean water.
20. The mountain is cold and blue now, and autumn water has flowed for a day. At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze. Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house. Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
2 1, the spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
22. My middle-aged heart found its way, and I came to live at the foot of this mountain. Interest concentration is often unique to play and have a happy thing to enjoy self-appreciation. Sometimes go to the end of the water to seek the source, or sit and watch the ever-changing clouds rise. Occasionally I met a village elder in the Woods, and I chatted with him until I often forgot to go home.
23. When the autumn moon is full, a thousand nights in towns and villages. People doubt that it is a dream meeting to meet Jiangnan in the capital. The autumn wind disturbs the branches, and the cold cries in the grass. Tourists wandering outside should have been drunk and stayed with each other for fear that the bell would ring.