Yong Yu Le·The setting sun melts gold
Song Dynasty
Li Qingzhao
The setting sun melts gold, the dusk clouds merge together, where are the people. The willows are dyed with thick smoke, and the plum flute is played with resentment, and I know how much spring is coming. During the Lantern Festival, the weather is harmonious and there is no wind or rain. Come and summon me, bring you a car and a BMW, and thank him for your wine, friends, and poets. (Melting Gold
One work: Gold)
The sun is booming in Zhongzhou, and the boudoir has a lot of free time. Remember to focus on the three and five. Paved with emerald crowns, twisted with golden snow willows, and clustered with ribbons to help Chu. Now I am haggard, my hair is covered with frost, and I am afraid of going out at night. It's better to go under the curtain and listen to people's laughter.
Yongyule·Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgic for the Past
Song Dynasty
Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong is the one who found him. On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum.
Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?