I just learned a related song in high school.
Yangzhou Slow Huai Zuo Du Ming?
Song? Jiangkui
Xi Chunbing applied to go to Japan and gave it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song. The old man in Yan Qian thinks there is a kind of sadness of "separation".
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze. All the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. Gradually dusk, clear the angle and blow the cold. All in the empty city.
It is not surprising that Du's reward is too heavy now. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, you will know who you should live for every year.
There is also the homesickness fu written by Xiang embroidery in Wei and Jin Dynasties.
Yu is closely related to Ji Kanghe, and his talent is not unruly. And Ji Zhiyuan is sparse, Lu Shu, Shu Shu. Later, he looked at the law in his own way. Gilbert's comprehensive skills are especially wonderful in silk and bamboo. Speaking of life, watching the shadow of the sun and playing the piano. I will go to the west after I die, and I will pass by my old house. It was thin and gloomy, frozen and bleak. There is a flute player in the neighborhood, and his pronunciation is very bright. Looking back, I sighed and pretended to give a cloud:
I will adapt my life to the distance from Beijing, but I will turn to the north.
Rowing for the Yellow River and crossing Yang Shan's former residence.
Looking forward to the depression in the wilderness, I was driving on the corner of the city.
The body of Jian's second son passed through the empty alley.
Sighing millet, sad wheat is beautiful in Yin ruins.
Only the past, I cherish the present, wandering in my heart.
The existence of the building was destroyed, and both form and spirit were destroyed.
Yesterday, Li Sizhi lamented the yellow dog and sang for a long time.
Mourn the eternal death and play the piano regardless of the shadow of the sun.
Consignment meets understanding, which makes my life in the shadow.
Listen to the generous whistle, and the wonderful sound will be discovered again.
I won't open it. I said it would be a big step. I will help John and write my heart.