Drinking, singing and thinking, the poet is inevitably a little drunk. Is there a happier life than drinking? Why not give everything you have to enjoy today's happiness? What's the use of leaving things outside? Don't hurry to "give them to that boy for good wine" and feel the eternal farewell!
Dreamed of the south bank
The first stupid bird to fly in modern times
It is best to take a walk on the river bank at night.
Besides, I can see the lack of moon through the sparse tung trees, and I can also help the weak willows listen to the frogs.
My mind is wandering.
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The first stupid bird to fly in modern times
Last night, at the beginning of the autumn wind, you were walking in the street.
When the traffic is heavy, look back to the west.
The road ahead, the road ahead, where does the bosom friend come from?
Cherish the parting flight.
The first stupid bird to fly in modern times
Lonely and empty, spring scenery appears at first sight, and the deep trees occasionally smell birds.
Last night, the cold wind disturbed me, and my dreams were few and far between.
There is a faint fragrance swaying, and the moonlight outside the window is as bright as coke.
It's the hardest thing to be sad when your fingers turn.
Niannujiao
The first stupid bird to fly in modern times
Overlooking the overpass, I saw people coming and going and a few broken flutes.
The sky in Wan Li is cloudy and the moonlight is getting clearer.
Tall buildings, even the sky and smoke trees, are clear in autumn.
Wonderland on earth is not the enemy of heaven.
I just wander the streets, looking around at a loss, and have I ever found a confidant?
Everyone has his own lamp, I don't know what night it will be!
Cold and clear, looking back several times, I am afraid of the silence of the past.
Outside the karaoke room, the sound of the piano destroys sadness.
Meet Huan
Nan Tang Li Yu
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.
Cut constantly, the reason is still chaotic, it is sadness, don't have a taste in your heart.
Bu operator
Song sushi
Hanging sparse paulownia where there is no moon makes people quiet at first.
Who saw you alone? A vague and lonely shadow.
I was shocked but turned back, and no one could save me.
Lonely sandbars are very cold.
Bu operator
Song luyou
Broken bridge outside the post, lonely and ownerless.
It's already dusk, and it's getting stormier.
I have no desire for spring, and everyone is jealous.
Scattered into mud, rolled into dust, only fragrance remains.
Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy
Huang Songting Jian
Where does spring come back? Loneliness has no road.
If anyone knows where spring went, ask him to come back and live with him.
There is no breath of spring. Who knows? Unless you ask an oriole.
Nobody can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses.
Stay up all night in summer
Tang Bai Juyi
There are few people in the yard, and it is cool at night.
Sophora japonica is full of empty courtyard, and pine nuts fall.
Lonely sitting on a lamp, stepping on the moon thoughtfully.
Age is boring, not boring.
odd job
Tang Bai Juyi
Apricot leaves are new and plums have been pruned.
When the flowers fall behind, when you wake up lonely and intoxicated.
I've been sitting with a dark brow for a long time, and it's too late to accidentally lift my feet.
Shaojun is a demon, and you should know it for nothing.
Self-theme
Tang Bai Juyi
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There are no piles of cases in hot months, but not in cold days.
Looking at it should be lonely and feel very happy.
I have nothing to worry about after drinking a bottle of wine.
Ziyi
Dondum
Xiao Cijun, a native of Ling Du, seldom moves to the official frequency.
Lonely pity me, vaguely like the ancients.
Decorate the heart without color, but it is sealed to the bone.
Self-loathing, knife ruler can't help it.
Autumn night
Tang gengkun
After the autumn night, when the distant geese fly.
Loneliness closes the door, no one cares, no one thinks.
Xisi
Tangjiadao
Autumn night has been difficult to wake up, leaking to the second watch.
Remember to sit on mountains and rivers, and insects smell loneliness.
The wind falls in Dongting, and the old moon is far away from the clouds.
Will float from the east, what kind of king would you like to be?
Wang Ye in late autumn.
Tangliucang
Autumn makes the suburbs feel sorry for themselves, and chrysanthemums are lonely at night.
The high wind thinned the leaves with frost, and a wild goose came back with a cold voice.
After several years of famine and war, the mountain looked back at books all day.
On the way home, don't ask about the past, sing a solo and get drunk.
2. Sentences describing the evening (non-ancient prose) Late autumn dusk always comes quickly, and the sun sets in the western hills before the water vapor evaporated from the sun dissipates in Shan Ye. As a result, the blue wind in the valley, with a strong coolness, drove the white fog and wandered down the mountain; The shadow of the mountain peak fell on the village more quickly, and the shadow became thicker and thicker, gradually blending with the night, but it was soon dyed silver-gray by the moonlight candle. (Feng Deying)
The bright moonlight decorated the night sky and the earth in spring. The night sky is like an endless transparent sea, quiet, vast and mysterious. Dense stars, like small sparks in the sea, flicker and beat tiny spots of light. In quiet sleep, fields, villages and trees are covered with silver gauze. Mountains, vaguely like clouds and islands on the sea, seem to summon ships sailing at night, shining with a little purplish fire from time to time. (Wu Qiang)
The undulating loess along the road rolled like waves. The sun was buried in the loess, and it was red. However, the sun is still burning strangely, turning their flesh purple and black, and it seems that they can still smell a burning smell. (Zhang Tianyi)
The bitter and hot air seems to have stagnated; Hot face waited sadly for the wind, but it didn't come. The sun is shining in the dark blue sky; The shore opposite us is the Yan wheat field in Huang Chengcheng. In some places, absinthe grows, but there is not even an ear of wheat. (Turgenev)
When the sun just appeared, I walked along the river to the village. The faint and clear fog, the moist and moist smell of earth kept patting my face and getting into my nose. (local records)
The moon, which is not round, gradually rises to the sky. A transparent gray cloud, lightly covering the moonlight, seems to be a wisp of light smoke in the field, as if falling into a dream. After the sunset glow passed, the smoke in the fields disappeared, and the water was as clear as light, washing the soft autumn night. (Liu Zhuode)
That night, there was not even a cloud, and the sky was blue and transparent. The moon, like a newly married daughter-in-law, just rose from the eastern horizon and shyly got into the leaves to hide. Those dense poplar leaves, like running water, are rustling day and night, quietly and loudly flowing where people can't see them. (Serina Liu)