Ouyang Xiu
Last January night, the flower market was full of lights.
the willow shoots on the moon, and people are about after dusk.
On January night this year, the moon and lights remained the same.
I didn't see anyone last year, and my tears wet my sleeves.
Walking in the sand
Ouyang Xiu
Waiting for the plum blossoms in the pavilion, the willows in the stream bridge are thin, the grass is warm and the wind is warm, and the sorrow is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence. Spring Mountain is everywhere, and pedestrians are even outside it.
Looking at the tide of the sea
Liuyong
The southeast is victorious, and the city of Sanwu and Qiantang have been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green wood, uneven 1 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the dike sand, the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural barrier is endless. The city is full of pearls and pearls, and the households are full of Luo Qi, but they are extravagant. Heavy lakes are stacked with beautiful scenery, including Sanqiu cassia seeds and ten-mile lotus flowers. The Qiang tube is sunny, the ling song is full of night, and it is fun to catch the lotus flower. Thousands of riders have high teeth, drunk listening to flute and drum, singing and enjoying the misty clouds, and returning to Fengchi to boast!
Yulinling
Liu Yong
Cold cicada is sad, and it is late for Changting, and the shower begins to rest. Nostalgia, Lanzhou urges hair. Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless and choked, thinking of thousands of miles of smoke, and the twilight was heavy. Affectionate feelings hurt parting since ancient times, but what's more, it's as cold as the clear autumn festival? Where do you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the morning breeze and the waning moon. Over the years, it should be a good time and a good scene, so there are thousands of customs, and who should I talk to?
Jiang Chengzi Yi Mao remembers dreams on the 2th day of the first month
Su Shi
After ten years of life and death, he has never thought about it, and he has never forgotten it. He has a lonely grave for thousands of miles, and there is nowhere to talk about it. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost. At night, I dream of returning home suddenly, and Xiao Xuan window is dressing up, caring for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the heartbroken place will be broken every year, and the moonlit night will be short and loose.
water tune
Su Shi
When will there be a bright moon, ask the sky for wine. I do not know the palace in heaven, and what month and when. I want to go home by the wind, but I am afraid of Qionglou Yuyu. It's too cold at the top, dancing to find out the shadow, what is it like on earth! The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self. There should be no hate, and nothing can be done. People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of ups and downs. It's an ancient problem. I hope people will live for a long time, and thousands of miles away.
Man Jianghong
Yue Fei
Angry, rushing to the crown, leaning on the railing, raining and resting. Looking up, screaming at the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad. Jingkang shame, still not snow, courtiers hate, when to destroy! Drive a long car and break through the lack of Helan Mountain. Hungry to eat pork, laughing and thirsty to drink Hun blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!
Xiaomei in the mountain garden
Lin Bu
All the fragrant people shake off their unique beauty and occupy the small garden. "Dappled shadows hang aslant over the clear shallow water, in the evening of moonlight their fragrances peacefully expand." When the cold bird wants to fly, it first peek at the plum blossom; Butterflies, if you know the beauty of plum blossom, will be enchanting. There are micro-rhymes that can be compared with each other, and there is no need for sandalwood * * * gold bottles.
Lushan Mountain Tour
Mei Yaochen
is comfortable with wild conditions, while Qian Shan is high and low. Along the way, MountGryRum mountains in front of the constant transformation, indulge in a person in the winding deep road of the wild, but forgot to go to where. The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains seem more silent and empty, and the silly bear is slowly climbing the big tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream of the brook. Can't see the building, also can not see the smoke, I can not help wondering whether there are people living in the mountains? Just then, suddenly heard a crowing of a crow in the distant hills.
Dongxi
Mei Yaochen
When traveling to Dongxi to see the water, it was late to take the boat near the lonely island. The ducks are asleep on the shore, full of leisure and fun; The old trees stretched out the beautiful branches, and the flowers were blooming and pleasing. The short velvet is like scissors, and the flat sand is clean in the sieve. I am lost here, but I have to go back, and the horse is tired and weak in the evening.
once I cut the plum
Li Qingzhao
The red lotus root is fragrant and the jade remains in the autumn, so I can untie Luo Shang and go to Lanzhou alone. Who will send me the brocade book in the cloud? When the word geese returns, the moon is full of the West Building. Flowers drift from water to water, a kind of acacia, two places of leisure, this situation can not be eliminated. Only under the eyebrows, but in my heart.
like a dream
Li Qingzhao
often remembers the sunset in the Xiting, and he is drunk and doesn't know his way home. Always play to the fun to return, but lost to the fengzhu pool in the depths of the pool. How to draw a boat out, not careful, but startled a group of Oulu.
Xijiang Moon walks in the middle of Huangsha Road at night
Xin Qiji
The bright moon surprises the magpies, the breeze chirps cicadas in the middle of the night, and the fragrance of rice flowers says good harvest, listening to frogs. Seven or eight stars are out of the sky, before it rains at two or three o'clock, at the edge of the old Maodian Shelin, and the road turns to the stream bridge.
Yong Yule Jingkou Beigu Pavilion missed the past
Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Dancing in the pavilion and singing in the platform, the wind and rain always blow away the romantic feelings. The setting sun shines on the grassy plain of the grassy tree, where people say it was the place where Emperor Wu of Song had lived. Back then, he led the northern expedition, recover lost ground how powerful! Yuanjia caocao, sealing the wolf in Xu, won the northern solid. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou with the flames of war. Looking back, under the Beaver Temple, there was a drum of the God Duck Club. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
in spring
Zhu Xi
winning the day and looking for the fragrance of the waterfront, the boundless scene is new for a while. Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blowing flowers open, thousands of purple, everywhere is the scene of spring.