Forbidden to Zhong Xiao, I remember your coming to the road, and I was born in the early days. Xifu Zhongtai pushed a unique step and made a candle at the Golden Lotus Palace. Embroidered embroidery, fairy treasure belt, see that the flying speed. Life is unpredictable, and a statue belongs to this place.
Looking back at Zimo Qingmen, West Lake Leisure Garden, locking thousands of shoots to repair bamboo. The plain-walled crow should be lucky, the nightmare is unbearable, the years are shocking, the fame is in the mirror, and the short temples are not green. Have a good time, and get drunk with you.
Huan Shaxi (and no blame rhyme)
Drunk jade bottles at Shatou. Call you to enjoy the small window. The setting sun blowing the horn is the most important thing.
the busy days are full of hardships, and the leisure days are few, and the new worries often continue the old ones. No companion among guests is afraid of your company.
Huanshaxi (Nanzheng Seats)
Bath Huaqing Second Soup. Red cotton powder is cool. Have a graceful demeanour first try lotus root silk dress.
the chicken feet are cut into scarlet, and the musk deer umbilical incense is smoked. In the secluded place of the water pavilion, there are clouds.
Jade case (attending Beiling with Zhu Jing)
The west wind waves with the sound of rain. Just wash away, Huang Mao. The old man is in mourning. Thousands of rocks lie high, and the five lakes return to the city, replacing the smoke.
my old friend stayed in Pingrong account. White waist gas He Zhuang. I am an old fisherman and a prince. Small groove red wine, fragrant Dan Li in the evening, remember Manjiang River.
Shuidiao Song Tou (multi-view building)
Jiangzuo is the best, and Xuzhou is the most. Even the mountains are picturesque, and the beauty is that there are dangerous buildings. The drums and horns are solemn and stirring, and the bonfire is extinguished in the air. The past recalls Sun Liu. Thousands of miles away, thousands of stoves stay at home.
it's autumn when the grass is exposed and the wind falls. Make the monarch macro-release, laugh and wash away all ancient and modern worries. Not seeing Xiangyang's visit has wiped out countless tourists, and the resentment is hard to collect. Uncle's son is a thousand years old, and his name is Han River Flow.
Langtaosha (painted on the floating jade pavilion in Danyang)
Dark long pavilion with green trees. A few farewells. Yangguan often hates it. Besides, in today's autumn, you are a pedestrian.
a towel to clear tears. Let's disappear separately. A Li Jiang hate just split. Andrew Chihiro crosses the iron lock to cut off the smoke and Tianjin.
set a storm (see Mei on the way to Jinxian as a gift to Wang Boshou)
_ send the guests back with a whip on the hat. A small bridge is flowing with a plum. I don't remember my illness every spring. Who said? Fragrant fragrance drives people away.
Andrew is free to buy wine frequently. Join hands. Seeing you is very open. Young and strong phase from now on snow temples. Why? Time flies _ hate urges.
nanxiangzi
dream to Wu Qiang. Shuiyi Jiangcheng has a long way to go. I want to see the cable tied at the beginning of Fangzhou, and the setting sun. The smoke trees are uneven and recognize Wuchang.
put some new cream on your temples. Used to dye the royal fragrance in the clothes. It's bleak to return to my hometown and make friends with the old. But I'm afraid it's better than home.
Nanxiangzi
entered Huangzhou at an early age. Let's drink wine and meet each other. It's been a dream for 3 years. It's sad. The guest road is rustling and the temples are autumn.
I'm going back to Pengbo. I'm ashamed of myself for not being laughed at. Look at the mirror and lean on the building, boat. The flute on the moon is smoky and everything is closed.
the river is full of red
It's surrounded by bamboo columns, the place to visit, and the autumn scenery of a river. People are just like, and they are eager to be loyal to the society. They say goodbye several times. I can't forget to be a Japanese, but I am also a foreigner. Ask how much silk there is at the temples. It's really knitting.
Yangliuyuan, a swing. Infinite things become empty throws. Nowadays, dreams are hard to find anywhere. The golden duck is slightly warm and fragrant, and jinyin's first show is bleak. Material should also, red tears with Qiu Lin, drop before the lamp.
Manjianghong (The Collection of Kuizhou Urging Wang Boli to Serve Xun Mei)
Sparse the fragrance, but it's forbidden, and it's cold and sad at night. That is, on the Badong River, there are thousands of mountains in Chushan. _ Mao wandered about looking for the west branch, and said to the south branch with a whip smile. I am afraid that I will make you go back to the slope, and I will be lonely.
in the clear mirror, sadness blooms. Outside the mountain post, beside the stream bridge. Looking back sadly, Phoenix Que. Who can appreciate the haggard now? Falling is colorless. Ask the chef, when to call the guest, and you will be able to fold.
Gratitude to the Emperor (Birthday of beginning of spring)
Spring comes to the world, and the color is worn for the first time. Just in time for the spring dish of lettuce. Generally, the sun and the moon, only the fairy family is tolerant. Frost from the temples, Zhu Yan in.
Wen Zhao ding came and Yan ying urged the right. Look at the phoenix pavilion and Luantai, except worship. Cut the clothes steadily, which is called _ new belt. When Fang Xuan, fame and debt.
feeling grateful to the emperor
The small pavilion leans against the autumn sky and goes down to Linjiangzhu. A lonely cloud in the desert does not make rain. Count the new geese and look back at Duling. Wan Li, who can promise?
Huang Hezi pivot, build an altar and open a mansion, so don't be afraid that your fame will be owed to others. Now, only my hometown can return home. At the foot of Shifan Mountain, there are three acres of ling.
A good thing happened recently (send it to Zhang Zhenfu, the twelfth one)
_ The geese have not returned home, and the treasure Zheng is scattered. That's even more frozen, and it seems that human feelings are thin.
it's a rainy and dark lonely city, and it's in the corner of Chushan. I'm tired of asking for news from bo, but I'm afraid it's still a drain.
Good things are near (12 bis)
The wind and dew are cold, and the banquet is held in Yuhua Palace. Kiss the purple emperor incense table, see Jinzhi Chiba.
the green pot fairy dew has just come into being, with two wonderful scents. After being drunk, I rode Danfeng and watched the spring scenery in Penglai.
Good things are close at hand (the second time, Yu Wen Juan Chen Yun 12 ter)
When I am away from home, I feel like a thousand threads. In the dream, the lake is misty and rainy, and the mountains are not heavy.
before you honour me, you will get rid of your teenage madness and talk about sending you off to spring. Flowers fall and swallow families, sighing the light of the year.
Good things are near (four out of twelve)
I am happy to return to the east at the end of the year, sweeping away the history of the city. Pick out the chaotic mountain ring and catch a pond.
when you are drunk when you sell fish, you have to pay the flute. Home is thousands of clouds away, and Sha Ou knows each other.
Good things happen near (five out of twelve)
It's a thousand years since the Chinese watch was invented. Who can remember to drive a lonely crane in the clouds? Looking back at the old place, but the mountains and rivers are the city.
there are many chariots and horses all over the world, and the dust is everywhere. And visit Gexiandan well to see the flowers bloom and fall.
Good things happen near (six out of twelve)
Swing sleeves among others and fly over steep cliffs and pale walls. Looking for the ancient elixir stove, there are white clouds.
it's like a calm pool, sitting for thousands of breaths. In the middle of the night, I was surprised to see the whale wave and the sun.
Good things are near (seven out of twelve)
Let the boat go home at the mouth of the river, and spend the night in the island at dusk. The cross - strait color of the baipinghe red Polygonum orientale, the boat all set off seems to be infected with a layer of green.
if you have a liquor store, you'll be home, and you'll be at home in four seasons. Wait a night, the second day is smooth flow, casual drift, whether in the south or north of the Yangtze river.
Good things are close at hand (climbing Mount Meixian to look at the sea, eight out of twelve)
Swing your sleeves to the west peak, and you will be lonely and go to heaven without feet. Under the crutches, I face the whale sea, and the smoke sails are vivid.
I'm greedy for watching clouds and dancing, and it's already evening to go home. Thank you for your kindness in staying.
Good things are near (nine out of twelve)
A little tiredness brings me more than a few days. Drive away the sandman 1 thousand, and there is a double dragon and a pale wall.
young people don't laugh at old people's decline, and the flavor is as good as before. Stick to the depths of the frozen cloud and explore the news of Ximei.
A good thing is near (ten out of twelve)
Find someone who is destined to share the jade pot elixir. Who knows the lonely crane in Liaotian from the depths of the city dust?
in the middle of the month, I played the flute and went to Baling, and Tiaohua went to the previous appointment. What's the limit of rejuvenating the ancient times? Sighing mountains and rivers is like yesterday.
Good things are near (eleven of twelve)
Ping Dan went out of Qin Guan and drove two deer in snow. I'd like to ask you about your safe trip and enjoy the bamboo cultivation in Iraq.
Spring grass turns green several times during the ash robbery in the Han Palace. You see the changes, and the situation is full of honor and disgrace.
Good things are near (12 of 12)
On the lotus peak in the autumn dawn, the sky is high and the blue wall is high. Who is the companion of releasing Weng, there is a light strategy for the Temple of Heaven.
suddenly, it's flying like a dragon, and it's dark in the thunderstorm. Laugh and make it rich, laugh at Zen niches and chestnut.
partridge sky (seeing off Ye Mengxi's seventh birthday)
lives in Dongwu, near Dixiang. I have made great efforts in my life. Ten thousand selling wine is on the brothel, and millions of people call Lu Jinse.
it's easy to get old, but it's unforgettable. It's sad to win before honor. You belong to the old Beijing, and you have accomplished nothing.
partridge sky (Jia Meng Yi Zuo 7 bis)
Look at the Bashan Mountain and see the Shushan Mountain. Zi GUI Jiang had a spring disability. I am used to sleeping in an ancient post, but I am not miserable when I am familiar with the sunshine.
you are too lazy to burn Dan. Let's play with each other. The secret word fairy tactic says that knowing you is just stubborn.
partridge sky (part 3 of 7)
There is a nest left in the golden comb. Thrushcross bears a mirror and faints two moths. Where there is no spring on earth, only the Yi family monopolizes it.
at the micro-step, Naijiao He. It's the first time to change the spring shirt. My neighbor came back late from fighting grass in the east and forgot the new midnight song.
partridge sky (four out of seven)
I live in the sunset room. The slightest dust is irrelevant. Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, roll up the yellow court and lie down to see the mountain.
greedy and arrogant. Let's have a smile everywhere. Yuan knows that the heart of creation is different, but the old is like a hero.
partridge sky (five out of seven)
the world of mortals on the pin is already a bump. More for the sky on the ground. Newcomers have a career. Don't buy cigarettes for free.
selling wine market, picking ling boats. Drunk and listening to the wind and rain. Sanshan Lao Tzu is really funny, seeing things forty years late.
partridge sky (six out of seven)
lazy to learn from Qingmen to grow melons. Only send fishing to the end of life. Both new swallows are on the spring shore, and pieces of light gulls fall into the evening sand.
the song is ethereal, and it is awkward. Wine is like dew and flowers. Everyone asked where to go, laughing that the boat was home.
partridge sky (Xue gongsu's seven-seven)
there are two jade people in Nanpu boat. Who knows to see Chu Jiangbin again? By teaching the red tooth edition of Houyuan, it leads to the green brocade of Xichuan.
just smile, but frown lightly. Yellow willows urge spring again. Know perfectly well that words can't convey hate, unlike pipa.
Moshanxi (seeing off Bo Li)
Yuan Rong took ten rides and went out to Gaotang Pavilion. Go back to the old line, who is more, Qi Fei Xiaohan. Qu Tang's water falls, but the tears are deep, prompting the drums to fold, and it is difficult to lock the Yangtze River.
It's forbidden in deep spring, and the bricks in the Red Sun Palace are warm. Where to look at the sound of dust, the dark soul disappears, and the city flies. People are used to it, and they dare not hate each other. Outside the Mei Yi, on the beach, they just need to read books.
Moshan Creek (You Sanrong Longdong Cave)
Poor mountains and isolated bases, the wax is exhausted and the spring is broken. Loneliness covers the empty lent, so boring. There is a dragon cave in Wutai, with Yunshan, Asaseta and Changsong in the shade, and you can sit in a Hu bed at leisure.
if you are drunk after three cups, you won't feel the scarf fall. Draw a corner to call people back, and spend the night in Meicun and Lanyu. As the city gate approaches, when prostitutes are dressed in red, there are idle lights outside the official post and in front of the wine bar.
Magnolia (beginning of spring's daily work)
Three years in Bashan Road. Broken blue and dusty hat. I am like a crossing cloud in Xiqiao, and I am worried about turning off the grass in Qutang.
spring plate spring wine is good every year. Try to wear silver _ sentence drunk. All living beings are one year old today, and it is by no means that only I am going to age.
Chao Zhongcuo (Mei)
Quiet posture does not enter the juvenile court. Silent only sad. A wandering life, very cold-hearted.
at the end of the river, new poems and old dreams are lonely and hate the fragrance. Regardless of the spring breeze, I once knew the East Emperor first.
Chao Zhongcuo (called on behalf of Tan De)
Afraid of singing and dancing and lazy to please. Make-up late for spring festival. Always go deep into people, and at that time, it was ruthless.
Concerned about recent days, crying red and telling secret stories, cutting green and forming deep alliances. The apricot pavilion is full of flowers, but the silver candle in the painting hall is too bright.
Chao Zhongcuo
It's a long time in winter. Candle flame moves the golden boat. It's hard for colorful swallows to dream before the snow, and crisp flowers are empty and spring-like.
Wen Yuan died of illness, and Lan Cheng traveled for a long time, looking back sadly. The moon is bright, Meishan flute at night, and the wind and the temple are singing.
Linjiang Fairy (made in Liguo Prefecture)
The dove rain turns green, and the swallow mud collects all the residual red. Spring is still with beauty. On the heart empty as soon as possible, but in a hurry. It's easy to write only the truth, but it's hard to write a complaint. Water flows in different directions. Half a porch is full of flowers, and a hat is full of willow bridge wind.
Butterfly Lovers (from a small profit)
Cold food is close to the sound of a flute. After the rain, the flowers are floating and fragrant. A thousand miles away, the sun is setting, and the clock is dying. Judging the letter from the south building by high expectations.
the ends of the earth are short. In the past 3 years, there have been no regrets everywhere. If there is love in the sky, I want to ask. Endure to teach frost to touch acacia temples.
Butterfly Lovers
Ye Chen flies at night. Travel to Qiu Guang, dark Chang 'an Road. Suddenly, I remember the place where I was lying on the horse. Dispelling customs and clearing Wei should remain the same.
jianghai canoe is now available. A volume of art, sigh no one to pay. I believe that I will never meet in this life. In those days, I regretted that the grass was long and Yang Fu was long.
dielianhua
Shui Yang pinggen wind rolls. Smile and frown, and bear to remember the place where you meet. Only dreams can meet again. Dreams are not made by people.
if dreams go from people. Short hat and light shirt, Meizhou Road every night. Not afraid of silver cylinder deep embroidery households. I only worry that the wind will break the tsing yi crossing.
chaitoufeng
red crisp hands. Huangteng wine Willow on the palace wall in spring in the city. Dongfeng evil. Love is thin. A sad mood, a few years away from the cable. Wrong, wrong, wrong
spring remains the same. People are empty and thin. Tears are red and full of tears. Peach blossoms fall. Leisure pool pavilion. Although Shanmeng is here, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo.
clear business grievances (Jia Meng yi Zuo)
Jiangtou drinks at dusk. It's still sunny at first sight. The mountain post is desolate, and the lights faint and people sleep alone.
complaining about the new broken brocade. Sighing about the past is unbearable. Dream broken south tower, Lv Yun piled a pillow.
Shui Long Yin (written by Rong Nan)
Looking for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of the bottle, I can sigh that my mood is completely reduced. A suit of ping sends, the drunkard disappears, and the beauty is far away. This year, it's smoky and rainy, on the banks of Yelang River. Leaning on the floor and playing the flute, looking at the mirror by the window, crying and shaking.
flowers fall in the moon and the courtyard is bright. Silent, heartbroken. Hand in hand by shoulder, at that time, it worked, painting Liang Qiyan. See the newcomer, the net is dark and dusty, and the dance shirt is a fan. The material is also ashamed and haggard, and she is careless about her path, fearing that the warbler will see her.
make eyes at you (I went to the Happy Pavilion on the evening of July 16th to look at Nan Shan in Chang 'an)
When I arrived at the corner of the border town in autumn, I mourned. The bonfire shines on the high platform. Singing and singing, standing on the high places the wine to the land, resulting in the recovery of unlimited enthusiasm in the Guanzhong.
who is passionate is like the south mountain and the moon, and the clouds are blooming at dusk. Chaoqiao Yanliu, Qujiang Pool Pavilion, should treat people.
eye-catching
once scattered the flowers and beads palace. A thought falls into the dust. Lead flowers are washed away, but the pearls are not royal, and the bones are immortal.
I rode a whale drunk on the east tour, and you drove Su Luan. Looking down at the moon, collecting herbs on the roof, who are you with?
picking mulberry seeds
Baochai wears makeup and combs late upstairs, and is too lazy to go on the swing. Idle smoke. The witch hazel is wide and sleeps in a bun.
it's been another year since Li hong didn't send a letter from Liaodong. Before playing with tears. See the fourteen strings in the spring.
operator (Yongmei)
there is a broken bridge outside the post, and there is no owner in loneliness. The twilight came, the plum blossoms helpless, already tired, but also suffered by the wind and rain.
I don't mean to struggle for spring, but everyone is jealous. Even after the fall, be ground into the earth, and into dust again, the plum flowers are still as usual out of the fragrance of continuously.
Qinyuanchun (a small banquet in Sanxing Hengxige Pavilion)
The powder breaks the plum shoots, and the green leaves move, and the spring is already deep. Gradually, the bead curtain rolls low, the branches move slightly, the ice opens and the carp jumps, and the forest warms the songbirds. Lizi helps the poor, bamboo branches grieve, a statue of turbid wine and tears pour. Lingering for a long time, sighing for mountains and rivers, Ran Ran, time flies.
I didn't expect it then. Nothing can be done without frost. Look at the old friend, the sand embankment is yellow, the fish is hanging with jade, and the sable reflects cicada gold. Although many countries are strong, there is no way to the sky, and Wan Li is desolate. In the east wind, there are smoke willows in Baqiao, and I will return to my heart.
Qinyuanchun
As soon as I bid farewell to Qin Lou, it's Spring Festival in a blink of an eye, and the lights are on. Memories of yingying smiling, delicate and soft grip, jade fragrance and flowers, warm and crisp snow. I miss my heart far away, I feel sick in spring, and I blame myself for my life. Do you know that the fragrance gradually disappears and the tears stain Wu Ling?
it's hard to tie a long rope. Tired guests drift away and few old friends. But in the suburbs of the river, geese rise, fishing villages complain, cold _ appoint embers, and solitary inkstones make ice. Water bypasses the fence, smoke is faint and clouds are miserable, and even if there is a high platform, it is often afraid to climb. Where the soul disappears, the fish can't find it, and the dream is unfounded.
Qinyuanchun
Lonely cranes return to fly, and after Liao days, all the old people are replaced. Read many dry graves, vast dreams, princes and ants, after all.