On the solstice of Chunxi Bingshen, I passed Weiyang. It's snowing at night, and I can see the shepherd's wheat. When you enter the city, you will see the depression all around, the cold water is turning green, the dusk is gradually rising, and the garrison horns are mourning. I feel sad and sigh about the past and present, because I live this song by myself. The old man Qianyan thought that there was a sadness in "millet separation".
The famous capital of Huaizuo, the best place in Zhuxi, Xie An Shao was stationed in the first journey. Ten miles past the spring breeze. All the shepherds and wheat are green. Since Hu Ma peeked into the river, the trees and trees in the pond were abandoned, and they were still tired of talking about soldiers. It's getting dusk, and the clear corners are blowing cold. All in the empty city.
Du Lang's handsome reward, now, is so important that I am shocked. Despite Cardamom's lyrical skills, Dream of a Brothel is good, but it is difficult to describe it with deep emotion. The Twenty-Four Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and the cold moon is silent. Reading the red medicine beside the bridge, I know who I was born for every year.