When will the moon come? ? Too white to go? No one can see Gu Yue today? , the original "Bao Puzi" cloud: This month is not as good as the Lang of Gu Yue. What Bao Puzi said is not language. Deeply convinced, rightly so. This principle of Jiading. In the Mid-Autumn Festival of the first year of Jiading, there was no moon at night because of the water adjustment.
It is said that in ancient times, the moon was brighter than today. Today, however, seeing this month, it is like a glass. Look at the eyes of a teenager, more beautiful than a baby, and it's sad to vote for the old. The moon is no longer round, and Yufu is nothing.
Think about Dongpo, Zhao Taibai. Why, there are thousands of laurel trees in it. Recalling that the sky is empty, I still hope that the palace is in danger and see the moon reaching Sui Chen. Don't have a full moon. Never lose money.
Smoke flies (Wang Zi feels autumn, adopts Chu Ci, and gives this)
Go back to the frequency. Zhenjiang, Sun Rong and Blue Whale have a long history. Looking at the Longmen, I can't see it, as if I were alone with Longzi. Miss the past, beauty is my spouse. I went to the lovesick place of Zhou Fang alone, and Du Ruo and I picked apples empty-handed. Ride the red leopard, who will arrive later.
The horizon in the clouds is poor and thick. Look at the mountains and rivers. Jizhou is still there, but Tao Tang is not. Konoha late autumn wind, misty and xiaoxiang. See Di Zi, ice soul together. You should remember to draw a string and drink a glass of Taiyi Donghuang wine. Do you know this question?
Fly like smoke (send Wei Liu a drink offering)
Xiao took advantage of the West Lake to make an appointment. Smoke at the head of the lake dispels the rain. When a white fish brings blue wine, it is necessary to make a decision with the poet. Roll up the bead curtain upstairs. Sitting on 30 thousand lotus flowers, I miss my neighbors in the west, and my unmarried muscles are like cutting. Being folded is unbearable.
Don't come to see Qiu Xiaosuo again. Hate for no reason, will be more than romantic, accompanied by Jun Yun He. Want to climb the mountain near the water, drunk dogwood _ Bo. Sing the new works of Snow White and Yangchun. Since Dongli people left, the world and Huang Ju have fallen apart. Sigh the author, many lives are thin.
Langtaosha (swimming with my nephew Wu Jinliang)
It is cool at the end of the day. What a hurry. There are no heroes now. Alone with a pot stream, the autumn water is clear.
The cliff stands above the clouds. Hang the pine tree upside down. Drunk songs in Han Dynasty and Qin Gong. I can't stay in Shaanxi now. I saw Hong Fei.
Qinyuanchun (self-proclaimed square pot)
Spring hurts spring, autumn grieves autumn, who is tidying up? Sighing talent, flying around, knowing what it is, generous. Self-youth, now night, is really half the world. Don't ask, sing, I love my house.
What is the realm of Nangao? Who lives with the moon and the breeze? Wangpengshan Road, with ten thousand cedars, covered by square pots and doors, is red all around. There is a beautiful woman in it, as big as a lead bullet, and a wick of incense is too weak. The world is reported by singers, and flying cranes pass books.
Man Jianghong (Ambassador of Xie Meng)
In the year of Jingchu, he remembered the boarding custom since ancient times. Fallow road, Jia Huanqi, Xie Jia Sizhu. If you don't want to blow your hat on your head, you can pick hedgehogs. Now sigh, who is the ninth, chasing each other.
Poor Chu Shi is lifeless. A virtuous satrap is as gentle as jade. Send a chef to feed the wine, _ people to feed the millet. Want to send Tang Yu unlimited meaning, Li Sao is a lovesick song. Nai Eelsen, the cold butterfly is still flying, and Qiu Guang promotes it.
Manjianghong (self-donation)
What's the use through the ages? The house is full of gold. I am old, and I have paid a lot of attention and drinks. I hate saying goodbye on this day, and I will be strong next year. The teacher was called again, and one by one, the children searched for Huang Ju.
Apples are white and maples are green. The bass is late and the oranges are ripe. Sighing about what is happening in the world is a bit like my wish. Love to find the queen mother envoys, San Lv is good at writing songs of ChristianRandPhillips. Back to Chai Fei in the wind and freezing rain, riding a yellow calf.
Huanxisha
A clear stream flows around the house. Several huts are suitable for autumn, and hibiscus burns out of the wall.
Lyna is high-spirited and still gives orders, while Shao Ling is thin and cannot be sealed. Drink two or three ounces of country ale.
Nian Nujiao (for Meng)
Longshan Gaohui, recalling the guests and hosts at that time, is gone. Today, on the peak of Ziyang, people look at the half-day sign. Thousands of red flowers and thousands of layers of Huang Ju shine into a flying view. The west wind is mighty, and the blue sky is full of geese.
Think of putting pen to paper, dragons and snakes drop paper, and the punch line is high in Hans Zhang. The cage is covered with light clouds, and the green water and Jin Lang alternate. Seeing Xuanping off, God pursued the teacher's way and returned to shake Xinghan. Thousands of families in the city are fragrant with candlelight and foggy.
Mo Shan Xi Jin Feng Yu Lu washed Kun's body dry. When I went to Qiancun on a whim, I saw a bottomless stream. A thatched cottage with a bamboo fence, two or three chickens and dogs, looking for a fisherman, asking Xiangling and leaning against the sun with a stick.
Youth is my fault, so is white hair. Fortunately, I know about the square pot and personal, magical games. Wild cranes by the stream, lonely clouds on the rocks, pour turbid wine, like a fence to remove yellow flowers.
Health check (remember to spend the winter in autumn, because of this)
Spring is beautiful, and autumn is good for Qiu Guang. There is no plan to go back to spring and see Qiu Guang.
When it snowed last year, I was sick, Meihua Road. When it snows next year, I will pour the golden urn.
Ganhuanggen
It is easy to find incense in the year, and early spring. Flying around like Hu Die. Now boss, I'm too lazy to take advantage of Wuling. I heard it in my dream, and Qin Xiao swallowed it.
Cut off the peerless, willow branches and peach leaves. Books at sea began to hate parting. The old tour is still there, and the empty lock is full of smoke. Raise a glass to remember, blue sky and bright moon.
Qin Yi goose
North and south of the village. At night, I feel the impact of frost and wind. The wind in first frost is urgent. Travel mood, Saiyuan news.
The beautiful woman cried alone on the pipa. Recall a bright moon in the sky. Empty memory. The cold clothes are not covered and the flowers are messy. //Huai Nanzi said:? Suitable for seedling catkins, not for catkins. ?