Wei Ying's empress Liu is narcissistic. Zhanghe River is like the old days, and its sons follow the breeze. Under the bronze platform, among the Yanjin Lake. Send the car to Pakistani businessmen and light ride out of Kanto. Thousands of miles apart, the west park is the same as the moon.
Bai Juyi and Meng De drank and made an appointment later.
When I was young, I didn't worry about my livelihood. When you are old, who can cherish the money for drinking? * * * Put 10,000 in a bucket and 70 in three years. Idle to ask about drinking games, poor to search for books, drunk to listen to the taste of orchestral music. The Huang family is more familiar with Ju Juan, * * * you get drunk.
Liu Yong Yushan Pillow
A shower brought a new era. Swing in vilen, clear as washing. Broken clouds, the reflection of the sunset, the clouds above the sky, and several flowers set each other off. Dew filled the pond with smoke, and I saw the second place and some saffron green. It's time, the river is flowing, avoid inflammation and steaming, and want to be romantic. It's late, the tree is tall, and the wind is cool. Move the curtains to give birth to autumn air. The colorful building is silent during the day, the blue hall is quiet at night, and the colorful songs and dances, and he gradually becomes Luo Qi. There are so many kinds of amorous feelings when you are idle in litigation that it is useless to fight for nai and sing songs. Save your education, clear your song several times and make a new sound, so that you can respect the former and attach importance to it.
Liu Yong sees far away.
The dragon fell on the sky, the wind was cold, and it was early in the morning. Wandering in the monk's house, singing halls are densely packed, and you are gradually fascinated by the tiles. Fortunately, he was a fisherman, went home with a clean coat and came to the river to paint very late. Chang 'an is full, and the wine price in the pavilion is high. Elegant. It is best to visit Dai on a whim, which is both fun and chic. Haohe grabs fresh, silver pheasants lose their element, and thousands of miles spread in cold places. You have to believe that the blue song is broken and the cloud is closed. No Yao Taiqiong thanks. Let a bright moon shine all night.
Liu Yong Youth Tour
A light yellow shirt and a golden skirt. Personal long memory. The article is elegant, with a nice voice and good spirit. At first, I was deeply spoiled and had nothing to do with it. Don't even think about it The old house looks like a moth.
Su Shi's fairy song Jiangnan wax is exhausted, after the plum blossom. Divided into Spring Festival and weeping willows. Thin waist, romantic style, what's more, elegance in the bones. On the bank of Yongfeng Square, there was no one in the sky, but the golden thread cleared up for a day. The heartbreaking thing is that the floc flies, the green leaves turn cloudy, nothing happens, and 10% is thin. What's more, the east wind came and blew away a little eyebrows and wrinkles.
This is elegant: the fragrant pond is as clear as a mirror, and the fishing raft does not lose the wind.
A few reed flowers float clean, and the sunset lake in Ban 'an Mountain is low.
There are thousands of frost on herons flying over the Rocky Mountains, and the fish weave waves.
It has its own fishing platform, which can send autumn colors across the west of the city.
-Bai Yuan Pu's "Qing Sha Qiu"
Answer the deputy magistrate Wei
With the passage of time, please give me peace and get rid of all kinds of things.
I ask myself and always answer, what can be better than going home? .
The wind blows me, and the moon shines on me.
It makes sense to ask the poor. Listen, there are fishermen singing on the lake! .
Weicheng district
Weicheng is a light dust in the rainy city.
The guest rooms are green and willow.
I advise you to drink more wine,
There is no reason to go out of Yangguan in the west.
Autumn serenade
Guipo is slightly exposed in early autumn,
Luo has lost weight alone and hasn't changed his clothes yet.
Yin Zheng worked diligently all night,
I can't bear to go home for fear of an empty room!