The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
2. Chaoyang Yanyun Hall, Chaoyang Candle Imperial Residence. Broken chardonnay was born in jun, and the pavilion is beautiful.
The color of the line is even the threshold of Zhu, and the brightness is sparse. In the winding morning scene, the morning in Guang Xiao was put out.
The fairy mountain is near, and Xuanfeng is at home. As the Empress Dowager said, I traveled in a five-cloud car.
At the beginning of the tree, the sun shines on the west eaves, at the bottom of the tree, and the flowers wither in the rain. The pavilion in the outer courtyard smells the lock,
See the curtains on the windowsill in the back hall. The waist leans against the wind, and the wall of elm pods is half flooded.
Send wine to worry about spring. I am sick and tired every March.
4. The sunshine in the empty court is like brocade, and the beauty in red makeup sleeps all day.
I don't know what I was dreaming about, but I fell into my pillow when I saw Hosta.
5. The lightning is bright and the electric shock flows back and forth. If there is a hole in the distance, it is like a mountain.
Many good things grind between Kun, Feng and bamboo trees. Meditation comes to the desert, and sorrow is full of firewood.
Wet and dust-free, picky and touching his face. Who knows that the path is lush, but it is still idle.
6. After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains are low. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal became independent, and Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds.
7. Monkeys whimper on the dark mountain, and the river rushes in the dark.
The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river.
Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou.
Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou.
8. When is the palace and when is the door? A Qingming lamp shines, and the Millennium * * * Pei returns. -Yi Lee
Beads have been worn for a long time, and the jade room has not been opened yet. That's my heart. Zhao Yang sings. Fazhen