Since Guan Yu left, Silverscreen Night has become lonely. Cold Bai Lianhua, dew cold paulownia leaves, geese will write books in the future.
Live in seclusion
The world of mortals can't touch me, and the autumn wind in the hut is broken. Living in a small mountain village, the old inkstone has leisure classes, and there are three or four jade plums outside the fence.
Tongbaishan high school
Songfenglou is fragrant and ethereal, and it is a fairy-seeking movement. The autumn wind is cold, the wild trees are whistling, and the white clouds are small for a long time.
Hushan summer vacation
Good mountains can write landscapes, poems can write white clouds, Sheng Tao can roll waves, tea milk can turn ice leaves, and lotus fragrance can scatter moonlight.
The idea of two springs
The cuckoo smoke warms the tree, and the wind and rain break. Pears are not full moon, catkins will be half spring, nights are long and dreams are short.
Embroidery needles are lazy and tired. Ti Ying green willow spring, Yan dance red curtain day, Dongfeng Hospital people sick wine.
Jiurihu
The west wind blows the willow on the lake again, making the tea fat. Gulls sleep in wild water, butterflies dance and autumn flowers are sparse, and romantic drunkards are not in the wine.
Shan ju chun Zhen
Good mountains and clouds occupied the front door, and no one came all day. The breeze is blowing, mistletoe leaves are burning in the stove, and Mr. Wang is drunk and sleeps in the spring.
Two Spring Festival Galas
Who laughs behind closed doors at dusk, the swallow can't fly. Beads splashed with rain flowers, smoke trees buried in the green dock, and Du Yu smelled after waking up.
The curtain of parting sadness has not been rolled up, and it flies up and down to Shuang Yan. Lonely clouds with the imprint of raindrops, dark spray, the lake is far away.
Looking at the night on the lake
Things fight ants, clap your hands and Hu Ji is drunk. On the edge of the bend, the tower shadow is in a lonely cloud, and the night wind is as cold as water.
Qiuhuai
Zephyr came to Wan Li and asked me if I would come back. Wild geese crow in red leaves, people get drunk in yellow flowers, and banana rains in Qiu Meng.
Poetry: Two-tone Qingjiang Quote _ Qiu Si Yu Zi Poetry Author: Zhang Kejiu in Yuan Dynasty