Double Tune [Looking to the South of the Yangtze River]·Shouwang Qiushui
The eyebrows are raised together, and the colors serve the purple clouds. The birds of the nine dynasties in the sky are running slowly, and they are smiling in front of you. People sing their own lyrics.
The chrysanthemums under the fence are drunk. The flowers and water beg you for thirty dendrobiums, and the autumn wind remembers me a couplet of poems. When keeping the evening fragrance.
Shuangdiao [Wang Jiangnan]·Shou Zhang Cuiweng
Seven days later, the board of directors will meet in front of Kenqian. During the second month of the month, the river will stop at 13,000 rivers. The day is going to be a drunken feast.
Ge Baixue, except the biography of Xueer. Seeing how many times the gourd of immortality falls down, how mysterious is the magic of orange millet in front of me? Singing to myself as the Magpie Bridge Immortal.
Nan Xiangzi·Yiyou Nine Days
A little calm in broad areas. Huashui and Huashan are different. In the old days, the wise and virtuous joined hands to hate each other, in a hurry. It just means that next year will be very important.
I avoided Liaodong when I was young. The bamboos and bamboos are all empty in the autumn wind. Where is the desire in Liaodong, misty. It's also like a dream in Qin Tower.
Nanxiangzi
Under the mignonette flowers, because Yiyongyang Yixi River and the hometown tribes are prosperous, and all the people are suitable here, I sigh for Fu Fu
Fragrant snow is broken into pieces. Then there will be food on the branches. Laughing down the man and the five pieces, golden elixir. Not on cactus upper plate.
Thousands of trees and other fences. The rich family of Yamazaki is left in a dream. The workers under the flowers are all here, who can see? It's as cold as heaven and earth.
Nan Xiangzi · Impromptu Travel
Going is like admiring flowers. Be respectful everywhere. Only when the pears and chestnuts are empty and the fermented grains are used up will you know. In the old days, Liju would urge guests to return.
The moon will follow you on your way back. My son was born late. Sitting for a long time without knowing what to expect is suspicious. Being crazy about Xiang Daoer is just crazy.
Langtaosha·Autumn Night Feelings
The sound of autumn without leaves. The cold hair on the temples is shocking. The city is full of bright moon and half of the window is shining. Only the old man seemed drunk, and Zhu Xiao was sober.
Nothing will happen if you dance. This hatred is difficult to overcome. Sit upright and watch the second and third watch. Xi Que's old friend Cao Mengde even argued with Tui.
Langtaosha · Strong wind
The Hong Kong sea turned into a cup. Tilt and control. It seems that I am in a hurry. The rain washes the imperial street and flows to me, blowing back towards the tide.
It is as cold as snow and plum blossoms in the sky. The pomegranate is blooming. The embroidery is heavy and warm, and the ashes are turned off. I expected that the east wind would still remember me and return last night.
Langtaosha·Feelings
There is no need to raise eyebrows. Wind, rain and spring cold. The pond is small and full of water. Just for the sake of Liu Hua, I forgot about Lin'an.
How can the peony be left behind? Let Jian screen watch. The small floor is Taishan. At dusk, I don’t know the way to spring, and the area is dry.
Like Meng Ling·Inscribed on Four Beauties Paintings
It is like looking for beauty and being trapped. It’s not about patting Gon with a bent bow. There is nothing to rely on in the lazy spring, and the three-inch sock mark is newly tight. Faded from shame. Faded from shame. In a hurry, the mood is stable.
Like a dream
The lonely willow is leaning against the wind. It’s hard to remember the mistake of Mo Mengyun. Flower shape and square shape are heavier, holding the shark brings tears to the eyes. What's the matter? What's the matter? Li Li's face became flushed with embarrassment.
Like a dream
Drowsy eyes and green yin feel like noon. It's a gentle breeze and it's hot. Tired of approaching Bilangan, the slanting shadow helps people go. No knots. No knots. Luoluo moved lightly.
Ru Meng Ling
The fallen leaves are all over the ground in the west wind. Staying alone in Qionglou Dangui. The lonely shadow embraces the cold and sends it to the bright moon thousands of miles away. Don't send it. Don't send it. Susu Ruizhu is heartbroken.
Nan Gezi
Scratch the sleepy hemp claws, and bear the guest clothes with Xuan. The moon is shining through the window at night. It doesn’t explain the wind and rain, and the angelic return.
Nan Gezi
[Bamboo on top and Cuo on the bottom] It is beautiful when cooked, with a wisp of fragrance. Before the frost, the geese arrive at the crab sting. Self-examination, I drank ink and wrote new poems in my small window.
Dian Xiangchun·Plum in the Pingtong
The small pavilion has a thin window, who can draw the plum tips far away. That room is half-faced. Zeng Xiangpingjian met.
The mountain is empty in the wind and snow, and there is no Xunqian in my arms. Spring is in love. Self-shame films. More east wind turns.
Dian Jiangchun·He Visiting the Plum Blossoms
A day of snow is wasted, and the donkey will go without carrying the whip. Listen to the spring rain at night. Walking in the snow is painless.
When the weather is sunny, there are always tourists. The sea promises. The bridge stood still. Bees and butterflies make their way first.
Pink lips ·Sentiment
I am so drunk that I can’t remember the time of my return. Suspected of being drunk. Geng Geng is still the same.
I can’t express my regret, but it’s just God’s fault. God knows whether. The person in the roll is thin. - Like Zhangtai Liu.
Dian Jiangchun·Late Spring with Deng Zhongfu
The swallow pond is red all over the swing at night. Xu Fei is tired. It's the first time the curtain is rolled up.
Being ruthless while sleeping is like a journey to the end of the world. Shameful face. The red color is light at first glance. No one sees the dream.
Dian crimson lips·Inscription painting
(Change is replaced by Wei) refers to the cold spring, and the snow is flying from the long birds. There are no words to say. Secretly pecking at the lovesickness knot.
When Junying was old, he also made a farewell to Guanshan. Self-defeating. Falling flower season. Qianzi's voice is absolute.
Point the crimson lips
The roots of the rainbow jade are slender, and the slender fingers press the new sound. Differences. Liang Yi made a mistake last night.
I have forgotten all my leisurely sorrows. Thinking deeply. A cry of mourning. The courtyard is full of fallen flowers.
Huanxisha·March 3
There is no need to talk about beating up when you are lying high. A small fence crosses the long Yucui Street. There must be a frog stepping on the peach.
On a sunny day, I miss flowers again, and the east wind is absolutely like the feelings of willows. The world is as peaceful as wine.
Huanxisha·Nine Days in Renwu
I am still healthy as a last year, so I know that things will be as usual for the next ten days. The glass of wine in front of me is the Double Ninth Festival.
The broken hat and hairpin hold hands with bare hands, and they sing long songs to comfort the cold fragrance of the grass. The children blame me for being old and crazy.
Huanxi Sha·Huxi Spring Day
The spring breeze blows on the temples.
The chaotic mountains are surrounded by cold furnaces. Colorful whip and gold win for a while.
The strands of green silk become thin willows, and the remaining snow becomes crispy. Children, don’t sing about the imperial capital.
A plum blossom and Ao Qiuya express their gratitude for my grandson’s three-year birthday
Life is always affected by karma. Three years old. Eighty years old. The empty valley in the boudoir is still there. People know when they cry. Cry for fear of being known.
The guests planted their own green yam. Skills under the moon. Horizontal branches under the snow. He is a hundred years old and his eyebrows are open. This year and this time. Years ago and now.
Pick the red ying and give flowers to the moon.
The flowers face the moon. Farewell. The haziness is better than the sound of the eaves. My dear once said. Delightful. The mood of falling flowers is the time of visiting graves.
Hua Mingxue. The flowers fade away. The willow breeze is like a swing. Clear yet undecided. Sunny is far away. After a cold meal, the whole village cried foul.
Promoting the photo shoot of the ugly slave·Xinsi New Year's Eve
There is no need to write a poem to send off the new year. I can't help but smile. Today I remember last year’s dream tonight, Jiangdong’s embrace. Jiangxi information, leaving his wife and children in the north.
Fifty steps to cook. When you are fifty, you will become crazy about wealth. If you multiply and divide hundreds of joys and sorrows, you will see half this year and half next year, which is more like childhood.
Promote the photo shoot of the ugly slave · Feelings
Don’t think about things in the world. To be honest, the sky should also be sad. A hundred years later, after middle age, Xizhou wept. Dongshan joins hands with several Kehui.
Don’t recite poems too hard. Reciting poems hard, waiting for someone to know. Most of them are not without talent. We didn’t encounter it in the literary era, we didn’t encounter it in the martial arts era, let alone today.
Linjiang Immortal·Shou Liujiao
Hearing about the gathering of cranes in the east of Daocheng, he smiled happily and rode the wind. I don't know that a crane is on the east side of the wall. The gods and immortals do not know it, and they have not yet left my sect.
The disciple has been here for many years, and his teachings are like those of a dragon. The peach blossom seeds fall into the pot. He is three or five grains, and Yuan is a northern pine.
Linjiang Immortal·Jiang Sun’s Birthday Gift
Twenty years ago on this day, my daughter-in-law celebrated the birth of my son. Hairpin Xuan plays with colors and listens to Sun Cry. Clean clothes and fine wine, wait until the crown is dark.
After the chaos, I am alone, and the thorns in the redbud tomb are blown by the wind. Do not think about anything before you. If a child sees that he has a son, his hair will be gray, so he will die.
Linjiangxian·He Moxuan
In the old days, poems talked about fighting over wine, and romantic embraces were like falling. I haven't heard anything from Weicheng for several years. There is no congratulation to the old man in front of him, but the young man in the book is clear.
If you hear, speak and speak well, you should walk lightly. The number one person in longevity is the Wind Monk. The book on the forehead is eighty, and he can speak and act.
Linjiang Fairy ·Visiting Plum Blossoms
The way to go is lost in Western music, and the snow locks the broken shore without leaving a trace. Don’t go to Qiancun to find flowers. The warm wind first turns to oil, and the door suddenly opens on the path.
But I recall dismounting at Lintang Bridge, the faint fragrance is not dusk. Who can discuss the north and south of life? Under the plum tree, I listen to the noise of bees.
Linjiang Fairy ·Xiaoqing
The sun is as red as the face, and the small window is bright and sunny. Full of true feelings. I don't know the beauty of sleeping, but I love the coldness of dawn.
It is said that there are tens of thousands of towers in Wushan, but the snow has not yet completely sold out the palace city. Willows are gradually singing by the lake. Then I heard the movement of horses and the sound of flowers selling in the alley.
Linjiangxian·Feelings
The information about the geese passing by the horizon, the two other feelings on the ground. Meditating on the sea food makes it difficult to calm down. The mountain wind deceives the guest's dream, and he will be stubborn until dawn.
Zai Zi does not strive for fame and fortune, and he is worried every night. Minghan has two or three white hairs on his temples. The world doesn't care about you, how can you succeed?
Reduced the word Mulanhua and used rhyme to play Yanshan Concubine
Qing Huan yesterday. Ten things are not as good as six or seven people. Try counting the past. Su Suxiang has been there for several years.
Zi Xi Zi Xi. Pick another branch where to start. Green Cauldron Peaked Camel. What a good night for guests.
Reduced word magnolia·longevity words
The spleen breeds joy. A glass of longevity wine is better than taking medicine. After the Ming Dynasty. The new frost on top is also sold together.
Three days of spring. Then I felt the shadow of Chunxuan plum blossom coming out. Drunk and look at the plum blossoms. More cold tolerant than Cornus officinalis.
Shanhuazi·Qingmu
The people of the East are at the end of the world when they relieve themselves. The winding green mountains cannot be covered. Don't be surprised if Shu Fanjun is like this, he is returning home.
The most painful thing is to welcome each other. A hero knows how beautiful his hair is. I still want to linger in spring, but there are no flowers anymore.
山花子
The feelings here are astonishing. According to the phase, the year will be restored. After traveling for thirty miles across Zhangjiang River, the moor is still there.
Half way to Fangcao Road where I stayed, it was still cold and rainy at the end of spring. A few small peach blossoms win people's pity.
The willow shoots are green and the feeling of spring
The iron horse is covered with felt, the silver flowers shed tears, and spring enters the city of sorrow. There is a tune in the flute. Street drumming, not singing.
Nakan sits alone on the green lantern. I miss my motherland and the bright moon from the high platform. The scenery under the chariot, the years in the mountains, and the mood at sea.
Chaozhongcuo·Encouraging wine
Refined flowers into dew jade bottles. Jiake is a frequent guest. It can withstand wind and frost, and its temples are full of wind and frost. This body is like a golden stem.
Beyond the bamboo on the wall, the bridal chamber has just been built, and the painted pavilion has been newly completed. If you chew the plum blossoms till your bones, there is no need to worry about immortality.
Crying at night·early summer
Hesitantly wearing daisy curtains. It's the east wind. Regardless of whether the pomegranate flower is better, the spring is red.
After the new rain, the sky is green and green. The butterfly flies carelessly. Take a leisurely stroll through the deep green courtyard and the dense flowers.
Treading on the sand and watching the crabapples in the rain
I am not lucky enough to be a beautiful woman, but I love you so much. After the crabapples bloomed, my heart was broken. The slanting wind and drizzle never cleared, and the tears of rouge dripped from the lantern.
I wish I could open it, but when I open it, I have to carry it on my back. The spring cold only closed the house. When he got the king from behind, he was speechless and ashamed and haggard.
Treading on the sand
Looking at Butterfly Mountain in the north and Feng Yuan in the west. In a hurry, I wrote poems while drunk. The yellow flowers are only as yellow as last year. Last year, when people left, the yellow flowers were far away.
The city is desolate due to rain, and the road to Qiuyuan is blocked. Que Qing hated her husband for coming late.
I vaguely sing ancient poems to myself, and I will know who is healthy this year.
Treading on the sand
The pines form a shade, and the fragrance of lotus relieves the heat. Crossing the stream seems to be Donglin Road. I don’t know who has come in the past, but the temple gates all listened to the rain of poems.
The false wind in the north horse scares the cicadas into swallowing the dusk. Half of the city gate is adjacent to the east mausoleum. Jiangnan is not like Mi Yuanhui, and no one is more interested in Cangzhou.
Poppy poppies
The heavenly fragrance and national beauty are all beautiful and beautiful. Nurturing love red shirt tenderness. Proudly taking jade as clothing. It seems like the Milky Way is wrinkled and woven into a loom.
The cold is bullying and the spring is weak. The moon soaks the clothes and makes them wet. A nest of fragrant snow is rare in the world. It's a pity that he didn't teach him until he was a commoner.
Yu Meiren
The Shouan Tower has many pistils. Rarely seen like a fish tail. It has always been dyed Wei Zhi red. It also shakes the waves of flowers and stirs the spring breeze.
Who would believe that it seems like a person letting go of his scales? But recognize Can Hong. If you teach me to follow the water leisurely. In order to repay the jade mandarin duck with sand head, don't be greedy for fresh food. Jiangchengzi·Feelings of the West Lake
Wandering to the Kinmen boat dock. Hushan Hall. Zhongxian Hall. How desolate it is, with frost blowing in the corners of the city at night. Who knew that the two peaks were talking to each other? The sky was miserable and the water was vast.
The moving shadow of the moon is close to the human wall. Afraid of being dim. And dim. In the old days, the four saints were secretly fragrant. When the spring does not come, the post messenger becomes old again, and his body is broken from the south to the north, and his intestines are broken.
Jiang Chengzi · Chunxing
How much spring matters in a year are empty. Apricot blossom red. Begonia red. Looking at the branches, I have no words to blame God. Fortunately, it was sunny and warm on one day, rainy on three days, and windy at five o'clock.
The mountain grows from the center of Yicheng. To the city. Looking to the east of the water. Talking about leisurely things, there is no day without being in a hurry. Yesterday I also drank the same flower, and it was very strong, but not strong.
Jiang Chengzi·He Moxuan's first rhyme
The title of the book is full of fragrance from Dongting. Pregnant clouds are yellow. Charming pearlescent. Calling the Immortal, except He Zhizhang. You have to be leisurely until you are old. Nothing to do, busy with poetry.
It is a pair of old people who once wrote. Send thousands of cups. Who cares? Winning or losing in the world is not like being a bad chief. Those who enter seniority at a late age are the least young, and they are empty visitors, and they are young people.
Jiang Chengzi · Poetry on Burning Candles Under the Begonia Flowers
The red wine sleeves are drunk and the stems are covered with wine. It's almost night. It’s hard to fight. Burn the honey to tune the bees, and shine the bright light again. In spring, when the depths of the bridal chamber are warm, you realize that the moon palace is cold.
The red tears on the branches never dry up. The bullet is inserted into the back. Shy words. The mood of being sleepy is like a frightened dream. I am enjoying myself under the hazy flowers. In the silver stove, several people are watching.
Tang Duoling
The bright moon fills Cangzhou. The Yangtze River flows like a river. What's more, Hengdi is a dangerous building. The heaven and the earth do not know how to prosper or fail, three hundred thousand or eight thousand years.
Falling leaves on the wall. The bronze camel is fine. Looking at the green mountains and piles of bones, I feel sad. Except under the moonlit window and flowery trees, the land is wild and wild, where can I go?
Tang Duoling
Han Yan descends to the deserted island. The cold voice carries shadows. So I sent the book but didn't arrive at the Red Mansion. With such a bright moon and such wine, there is nothing but sadness for autumn.
Ten thousand crossbows are at the end of the tide. Lingxu is still angry. The lakes and mountains are full of spring sorrow. If you want to go outside Yongjin Gate, you can't swim because of the smoke and grass.
Tang Duoling
Sunset at Zixia Island. Lan Zhou is released steadily. Yuhongxian is like being in Huanglou. Why wear a brocade robe and play a jade flute? Listen to the sounds of autumn.
Chibi Dancing on the Wave Head. Has Zhou Lang arrived yet? Leaning on the west wind, lingering sorrow. I call upon the Taoist monks from Mojiang to come and accompany me on my mid-month tour.
Tang Duoling
Going down to Cheung Chau with zero exposure. The clouds turn over and the sea flows backwards. Su'e is deep and can't reach the west tower. Suddenly I feel that the tide has stopped and I am returning. I can’t finish drinking, and it’s a round of autumn.
Loud steamed buns outside the city. People can drink and hate. Not seeing the ancients makes me sad. No solitary crane crosses the river. Come and accompany me, enjoy the journey.
Tang Duoling
The wind dews Xiaoyingzhou. The diagonal river reverses the current of the sea. The dust of the world cannot reach Qiong Tower. Looking up at the Wuling Mausoleum by mistake, I saw the moon and autumn several times.
The sunset at the head of Taihu Lake. There is no such thing as a hanging rainbow now. Being drunk in front of the Lord often leads to sorrow. Then there is a boat in the west, Wuhan Man, traveling with you.
Night Flying Magpie · Chinese Valentine's Day
Have you ever seen Feidu? Year after year, I am crazy. The present and the past look at each other with hesitation. The beautiful face disappears like running water, and the soul and dreams are mixed.
How can I regret being so late in my life and listen to what others say, this is a good night. Deep generation record, longing for long time, Northland Rouge.
Who sent the broken mirror to Yangzhou. All over the world, there is space waiting for people to return. Since I was a child, I have been watching Qiao Qiao from the Qin Tower, and Wu Ji has returned to the Jin Dynasty, who is singing and dancing for me?
Xing Ping is dedicated to life, which means he is happy but not homeless. But the dream of autumn quilt is shallow, the clouds are far away, and the fate is miserable at the same time.
Sparse shadows·Driving snow
Xiang camp plain quilt. Listening to the flowers is low, the Yao flowers have not yet bloomed. I will always remember that time, when the charcoal was burning around the stove, and my skinny wife tried to change the wine.
The party members were selling their gold accounts, probably because they were surrounded and returning home. Who would have thought, don’t remember cooking tea, leaving your hometown in the cold and feeling sad.
I heard that Teng Jiao and Xun are lazy, and now they are waiting for advice, and it will be easy to change the clouds. It can't be done in vain, and it doesn't teach the sun, so it loses the fun of dusk.
The Milky Way is originally an ice bottom. How can I bear to face the east wind and become the water? When the city is full of jade and beautiful buildings, people are still sleeping in the hut.
Thousands of years old·Monk Xue Lin Shou Banquet
The new (bamboo on top and cud on the bottom) is ripe, I would like to ask whose family is earlier. In the plum shadow, bees are buzzing. On the waning moon of the third watch, there was a frosty night and dawn.
The creek bridge is small, and the spring breeze will arrive every year.
When the bluebird went away, no one swept the fallen leaves. The copper pillars are flat and the Yaochi is old. The bell is broken in the Changle tree, and the horse falls on the Xianyang Road.
Looking back, the people on the street were selling Nanjing dates.
The highest building
The longevity and autumn water of the Galaxy wash away the world. The mountains are green after the rain. Lao Tzu's Lunjinqi villa, people are snoring and sleeping in Watchtown. Determine who will work hard, who will be blessed, and who will be able.
I often hate that Jing Kaier is not the same. I hate it again, Jing Kai Niu Xiaoer.
Looking at each other in vain makes me feel ashamed of my life. I want to support the eucalyptus tree in the wind and climb the golden stems to bear the dew. Look at Kunming, the scales and rocks are long, and the sea and mulberry trees are clear.
The tallest building·He Yongxue
It is not snow, but a jade building. I can't say enough about Yunying. The old trees in the east collapsed, and the young willows in the west burst. Try to be safe, loose and strong, bamboo and brother.
Who calls Xiaoyu to the golden boat, and who pities the paper tent to dream of flying into the sky.
Strange sparse shadows fall into Pingting. Awakening Lao Zhang's cold sleep, Bai Xue listens to the good song with you. But the Dang family, people laughed, are too rough.
The highest building·Zaihe
Flowers on the snow. It's at your fingertips. I don’t care about Qiongying. Yesterday I saw Xu Chengjuan, and now I have tried the music again. More urging, don’t do it, Brother Narcissus.
You have to wait and bring a bucket of wine when the weather is sunny. More to come, I will sing a few poems.
Hugh changes, Pingting. There are no more kingfishers to send messages of flowers, and no more drums and flowers to listen to. More urging, a few days late, spring is born.
The scent of cinnamon branches sent to Yangzhou Ma Guanfu. At that time, the old and new princes were at odds with each other. I thought very much about the full moon of last year's Mid-Autumn Festival, and made miscellaneous words of regret
The man who played the flute left. But Guicai lingers, and the barren cup bears the dew. Looking eastward, the hibiscus is misty and the cold light is like a note.
I dreamed of crossing the river in the middle of the night last year. The horns were moving in the vast distance, and I had a great time returning to the boat, but the gulls and herons were not frightened.
Love knows where it will be next year. The yellow building is full of hospitality, and the dust waves are ahead. Twenty-four bridges, there is quite a social secretary.
The second and third sons are like this. Look at Shijun and Jiaojin on the east road. The world looks down, there is no limit to joy and sorrow, reunion remains the same.
The candle shadow shakes red·Bingzi Mid-Autumn Festival
The bright moon is like ice, and the chaotic clouds fly down the diagonal river. The boat whirls and plays the flute, and the scenery remains the same. What a lingering lingering feeling.
Listen to the front, whining and complaining. In recent years, there has been a lot of rumors and rumors, and there is no basis for peace and harmony.
There is a guest in the autumn wind, leaving a golden plate of dew behind when he leaves. The young man played Hujia all night long, but no one expected that he would have no way out. The word is Jiangnan Travel.
I dance and sing to my maid Juan. Don't ask in your speech, where will people be next year when the moon shines brightly?
Nian Nujiao
Mr. has lived a long life, has a cold quilt, and is full of wandering thoughts. I have an eldest son, Kong Wenju, and a weak crown, a weak crown, and a twilight tooth.
The peaches have been stolen three times, and the trees are still like this. How many flowers have bloomed in the past. Penglai can be stopped, but the child is still young but the old has no plans.
For this reason, the pen is graceful, and the river goes eastward, just like the beginning of a song. I sent it to the grandson and son of my family. I read it for a long time and used it as a play.
Who cuts the soul-calling paper in a certain house, in the same year and month. The first three examples are good, and there is no need to cite the last three.
Nian Nujiao
Ku Han was born late, how can it be like Zhang Xu's childhood. What a miserable fate it is to be here, with eyes full of makeup and cavities.
The city is different, and every year comes and goes. Eighty thousand can make a difference. Half crazy, half crazy, even more crazy about planning children and grandchildren.
Looking back at the time when I have been an official for half my life, I feel like I am no longer an official. I am already ashamed of myself. Fortunately, the orange tree is 99 days old, and I can play with my grandpa again.
When it comes to essays and writings, there is no paper left in my history. Many years of service have shown great kindness.
Niannujiao
My age is like this, and in my dreams, I am like a wolf living in Xuyi. Thousands of new poems and a thousand dendrobium wines are worth mentioning.
The members of the army are overturned, and the dust of Yingzhou is defeated. How many of my clogs can be sold? When looking for ravines in the hills, he plans early and plans late.
I still remember that Chen has already sighed, and my old friend congratulated me and urged you to rise. After fifty years and two years, I realized that everyone is a joke.
With my feelings and the rhyme of the official article, I hate the sky as paper. Smiling for the rest of my life does not require Bing Manrong.
The Sapphire Case·Late Spring Travel
Listening to the rain of flowers without heartbreak. Shen Chen is already about three o'clock in the morning. It's hard to live with such residual redness. A spring mood. A half-life journey. Lonely empty mountain language.
Lin Ling is not lovesickness. Forty divided equally is more than five. I don’t know where society is in the distance. It is better to go back. It is better to go back. People are on Jiangnan Road.
The Swallows Fly
Entertainment in Red Cliff. But in ancient and modern times, the wind is clear and the moon is white, and there is no slope. Why do you want to correct the Duke of Zhongzhou? ***I am a lonely crane in Hengjiang.
Laughing with your hands, Sun Liu is lonely. It seems to me that you are now looking at the green hills, and it seems that I have been retreating for a long time. See me a few times and have a drink with me.
The old river center is not a city wall. Caressing the sea water of mulberry fields for thousands of years, my mind wanders not yesterday. The three people facing each other became six guests, and they even stayed in the boat at night.
Shang Tingde, Jiangcheng Choujiao. A small beauty comes to Nanpu. I am full of regrets and tears. The sky is due north, surrounded by flying magpies.
High balcony
The orioles are singing in the rain, the candles are scattered in the dew, and the people on the street are selling flower nests. The passing of time is ruthless, but now the soul has been dreaming for many years.
I went to the Baiqian Dragstick Bridge and asked when I would arrive at Minghe River again. In this world, there is no east wind, and this hatred is hard to bear.
The falling red dots entered the decaying waves. When Ren Guichun reaches the sea, the sea turns into a whirlpool again. Children on the river. Holding Mao and laughing at me.
Penglai does not shed tears like a dead fish, but it has desolate villages and ruined walls. Facing the setting sun, there is often no success, just like me concentrating on the voyage.
The sound is slow
The west wind falls green. Arousing tenderness, Yanran sleeps and leans on the bamboo. When the hat-wearing man comes, the flowers are astonishing.
The lovesickness still carries the old feelings, which is very sad and undressed. Chanting on the temples, accompanied by a flower of cold fragrance, and tube of yellow chrysanthemum.
But wait for the golden house. The garden is quiet and sentimental, so it can't be lonely. Butterflies should be sad, tomorrow the sunset will be hard to touch.
The frost on the pagoda is getting heavier, and I am afraid of dusk and not enough sleep. The green sleeves are cold, don't say anything, and hold the candle under the flowers.
Spring in Han Palace
The rain has entered and it is slightly cold, but the new one (bamboo on top and cud below) has not been tried, so the east fence is deserted. When the morning comes, I am secretly surprised by the green sleeves, and I lean heavily on the screen.
Who is this person in the bright window and beautiful pavilion? I have been left out in the cold for a long time. After a heavy pause, beside the dressing table, the painting hall is not afraid of late spring.
The scent of velvet and powder spreads all over the place. I remember the last year when I was drunk and wrote the troubled inscription. The red stove is not deep yet warm, and the children are surrounded.
Where the fragrance of tea is sparse, the painting remains ashes, which makes you feel happy. Rong's knees are good, Tuan Yi divides the taro, and the snow falls in the village before returning home.
Great Holy Music
The fragrant grass is like clouds, the flying red is like two, and the sound of selling flowers has passed. When I look back, I wash my horses in the wilderness, it's even colder, the people in the palace are leaning against each other, and the bronze camels are in the mist and rain.
How can you get wine from carrying a gourd? The mud is slippery and you can’t walk. In the sad place, the sun sets in the alleys, and people sing to the West River.
The affairs of the world are often unsatisfactory, and there is nothing you can do. When talking about military affairs and endurance, he compliments his guests well and his face is as wrinkled as boots.
Guangwu sighs, Dongling repeats, there is less joy and more sadness. Stop frowning. I asked him if he would come again even if he came and went.
Zhu Yingtai is near·Shuihou
It was sunny yesterday and rainy today. It's so vague. Children who are tired of hearing are always talking about Yangjiang.
Who is trying to hold back the Tianhe River, mistaking him as a fairy guest, and losing his way?
Heartbroken and painful. Cut and touch Bashan in the middle of the night, wake up and listen to the same things as before. The lotus clothes are tied up, and the soil is less dry when we shed tears.
It was better to go back when I made a mistake in the beginning. Now, where do I want to go?
The treasure tripod appears
Spring riding in red makeup. Walking on the shadow of the moon, pole flags pass through the city. The view is endless, singing and dancing on the balcony, and the steps under the fragrant dust lotus are practiced.
When the sound of the flute stopped, I asked Cai Luan to go back. I was not afraid that King Wu would get drunk. The chariot road is noisy and stops. I heard Niannu singing.
The elders still remember the peace announcement. Holding the Bronze Immortal, tears are as clear as water. I still hope that the Shahe River will be beautiful. Huangyang Mingguang even has the residence.
The curtains are frozen and the red light is dispersed. The grapes are soaked for ten miles in a month. Look at the contacts, the immortals and the talented people. Willing to crush the water chestnut.
Children with heartbroken bamboo horses have empty views and three thousand happy fingers. After waiting for a long time, spring does not come back, and when spring comes, I feel sleepy.
It is also said to be a bun in front of the lamp. Dark dripping shark bead pendant. On the same day, I saw the colorful clothes in person, in the dream of heaven and earth. Kuang Zhouyi:
Contemporaries may comment on Ci poetry, or use Xuxi Ci as a different tune, which is not the way to know others. Many of Xuxi's poems are sincere and candid, speaking from the heart, not pretending to ponder, and having the joy of wandering regardless of the situation. His writing style is mostly in the center, and his style is superior to that of Jiaxuan. According to secular theory, Jiaxuan may be regarded as Bie Tiao, but it is better to use Bie Tiao Mu Xuxi.