There are deciduous fragrant bricks.
The night is silent,
The cold sound is broken.
The real bead curtain is empty,
The sky is pale and the milky way hangs down.
Every year tonight,
Yue Hua is like practicing.
The dragon is thousands of miles away.
I got drunk for no reason.
Before the wine comes,
Tears first.
The afterglow of the lamp extinguished the pillow,
Know the taste of loneliness.
Speaking of this,
Between the eyebrows.
Avoid not having a plan.
Yujie Song Hang He Zhu
The autumn wind swept the stone road in Songmen, but it seemed that it was not allowed, and the flying dust arrived. If you don't smoke your hand, the powder will spring together.
There are several songs that need to be written on pottery and translated into sad tones. The shadow of the rock turns to the clouds, but hate is easy to lose, daughter laugh.
More importantly, forget everything, in order to thank Jiangnan. Broken Bridge Solitary Post, Leng Yun Yellow Leaves, Meet Chang 'an Avenue.
Liang Zhu-Zhang Xian
Move the poplar to the backyard and learn to dance around the waist. The youth in February is still short.
Not far from Fuling, the east and west coasts are littered with bits and pieces.
A few small eyebrows are cold, don't sing "Yangguan", the whole intestine will be broken first.
Looking closely at the payment and spring break, all the rules are full of resentment.
A butterfly in love with flowers
Yan Dao Ji
I don't remember when I got drunk, so it was easy to get together and leave.
Half-moon window doesn't sleep much, and painting screen is idle.
It's always sad to see wine stains on clothes and words in poems.
Red candle has no good plans, feels sorry for itself, but cries for others on a cold night.
Touch the fish
Xin Qiji
Xichun has arrived in Shanghai and moved from Caocao in Hubei to Hunan. Wang Mai, who is also an official, paid tribute to a small mountain pavilion.
More can disappear, a few storms, and rush back to spring.
Cherish spring for fear of early blooming, not to mention countless red flowers.
Living in spring, when things happen, there is no turning back at the end of the world.
Hate spring and have no words.
It is just diligent, drawing cobwebs on the eaves and doing everything in Yogyakarta.
Nagato, quasi-quasi-rituals and mistakes. Moth eyebrows used to be enviable.
A thousand dollars to buy each other is like buying a gift, but who complains about this situation?
Stop dancing, can't you see that Yuhuan Yanfei is full of dust!
Leisure is the hardest.
Don't lean on the hedge, the sun goes down, and the flowers are bright.
Zhang Yan's Touch of Fish —— Gao Aishan's Seclusion (I)
Love my Lu, the lake is thousands of hectares, vast and clear.
Sunny blue warm green, flower shadow peeping mirror.
Shapuqiong
Looking at wild water and waves, crossing the boat and crossing the willow.
The sleeping seagulls didn't wake up.
It occupied a lot of land, but no one saw it, so spring tilted.
Back to the province
Unexpectedly, Qin Jin and Taoyuan in the mountains are hard to identify.
The forest is the road to longevity, and smiling is not a shortcut.
Deeper and quieter
When the blowjob is assigned, the whole crane will be very cold.
Gao Ping Luyin
The sky is blue, the light is half blue, and the moon is on the top of Wansong.
"Fishing" (Mei Elsewhere) Zhang Yan II
To the ends of the earth, the water flows away, and the past is not old.
When the West Lake saw the seagulls fly away, did you know whether Hai Weng had come?
After the storm.
Even in spring, I still remember the wine among the flowers.
An empty mind.
For the remnants of Maoyuan, take the song and occupy the land, and surrender your hand while it is small.
At that time, the flower diameter will still be green and red, which is very easy to swim.
The tortoise was unwilling to seek quiet happiness, and once fell in love with ambition and fishing.
Singing for a long time.
Love is so strange that you forget your friends at the end of the year.
Call the ferry.
Sighing that the west is out of Yangguan, where is the old friend going, and worrying about Weicheng Willow.
He Xinlang (Su Shi)
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste of time to teach people to dream of breaking Yaotai music. But it is, the wind is beating against the bamboo.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. When all the flowers are floating, I will be alone with you. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling!
He Xinlang (Xin Qiji)
I'm dying. I have been disappointed all my life, and my friends have dispersed. Today, there are only a few left. White hair hanging down three thousands of feet, laughing at all things in the world. Ask what can make the public happy. I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I expect it to be. Emotions and looks are slightly similar.
A statue scratched its head in the east window. If you want to be far-sighted and stop writing poems, the flavor is at this time. Jiang Zuo pursues fame deeply and doesn't know the secret of muddy mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying. Don't hate the ancients, don't see their people, hate their guts, and don't see their crazy ears. People who know me, two or three sons.
Prince lanling
Zhou Bangyan
Liu Yin is straight and smoky.
I have seen it several times on the Sui Dyke, and the water fluttered to bid farewell. Visit the old country. Who knows that jinghua is tired? Changting Road, which came last year, should be flexible across thousands of feet.
Wandering around looking for ancient traces. The wine left the table when the funeral music and lights shone. Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food. Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. You can count posts as soon as you turn around. Look at people in the north.
Sadness. I hate mountains. Farewell is lingering, Tianjin is quiet and silent, and the sunset is endless in spring. Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge. Meditation on the past is like a dream with dark tears.