Qijue·Spring Night
A moment of spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold, the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
The sound of singing in the pavilion is soft, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard. Ci·Nian Nujiao. Chibi nostalgic
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are exhausted. A man of the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks and clouds collapsed, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time!
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, with a majestic appearance, a feather fan and a turban, and while talking and laughing, the oars and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, a bottle returns the moonlight over the river. Qijue·Shangyuan Banquet
The pale moon and sparse stars surround Jianzhang, and the fairy wind blows down the incense from the imperial furnace.
The courtiers stand in the Tongming Hall, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor. Qijue·Flower Shadows
One after another on the Yaotai, I called the boy several times but couldn't leave.
It was just taken away by the sun, but it taught the bright moon to see the future. Wujue · Poem of Staying New Year's Eve
Children will not eat if they are strong, but they will cheer for each other. Do not crow once the rooster crows in the morning, and be afraid of the more trouble. Qilu·Hezi nostalgic from Mianchi
Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush.
Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things.
The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built, and there is no reason to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken.
Do you still remember the rugged past? The road was long, people were trapped and the donkeys neighed. Qilu·Dan'er
The thunderbolt collects its power and the evening rain opens, I lean on Cui Wei alone on the railing.
The sky is filled with neon clouds, and the happy wind is rising from the sea.
The wild old man has already sung the words of a prosperous year, and he wants to banish the ministers after removing the books.
Dongpo is old and well-fed in his remaining years. One place can save everything. Qilu·Crossing the sea on the night of June 20th
Participate in the battle and turn to the third watch, the bitter rain will end and the wind will clear up.
Who embellishes the scattered clouds and the bright moon, making the sky and sea clear in color.
In the spare time, Lu Sou took advantage of his thoughts and had a rough idea of ??the music played in Xuanyuan.
I don’t hate the nine deaths in the Southern Wilderness. I am here to travel through the wonders of my life. Qijue·Huichong Spring River Evening Scene
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are a prophet of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is full of artemisia and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come. Qijue·Mid-Autumn Moon
The dusk clouds are all gone and overflowing with coldness, and the silver man turns the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year? Qijue·Drinking on the lake, it is clear at first and then rain
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, but the mountains look empty and rainy is also strange.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup. Qijue·Gift to Liu Jingwen
The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches.
You must remember that the best times of the year are orange and green. Ci·Bu Suanzi
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the missing moon makes people calm at first.
Who sees a lonely person walking around alone?
The misty and solitary shadow. Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live on them,
The lonely sandbank is cold. Ci · Picking Mulberries
Sentimental and sentimental, one is still sick.
In the multi-view building, meeting each other over wine,
The joy will be gone with a smile. Stop drinking and listen to the pipa.
Twisting gently and disturbing, the drunken face melts in spring,
The river and sky are slanted with a touch of red. Two poems from Chengmaiyi Tongchao Pavilion
I want to live in Nanhai Village for the rest of my life, and the emperor sent Wu Yang to summon my soul [1].
The sky is low and the magpies are nowhere to be found, but the green mountains are the Central Plains. Ci · Ding Feng Bo
On March 7, it rained on Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. It's already clear, so I wrote this word.
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly.
The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime. The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place, when I return, there is neither wind, rain nor sunshine. Ci·Ding Feng Bo
I often envy the jade man in the world,
The heaven should beg for the sweet lady.
I compose a clear song to spread my wisdom.
The wind blows, and the snow flies over the sea and becomes cool. After returning from thousands of miles, the years are getting shorter and younger.
When you smile, you still carry the fragrance of plum blossoms.
How about Lingnan?
But he said: This place of peace of mind is my hometown. Ci·Dongxiange
Icy muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free.
The water palace is full of fragrance when the wind blows.
The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people.
People are not sleeping, leaning on pillows and hairpins with messy hair. Standing up and holding bare hands, there is no sound in the courtyard.
Every now and then I see sparse stars crossing the river.
How is the night? It's three o'clock in the night.
The golden waves are light and the jade rope turns low.
But when will the west wind come?
I don’t want to secretly change things in the fleeting years. Ci·Dong Xiange Jiangnan wax is exhausted,
After the early plum blossoms bloom,
The new year and the weeping willows are distributed.
The thin waist has its own style and style,
It is still more elegant and elegant. By the side of Yongfengfang, there is no one at all.
Who can see the golden silk painting?
When the broken heart is caused by flying catkins,
the green leaves become cloudy,
if there is nothing to do, one will become thin.
Don’t let the east wind chase you,
it will blow away the spring wrinkles between your eyebrows. Words: Congratulations to the bridegroom as the milk swallows fly into the mansion.
No one is around, the shade of Tongyin turns to noon,
It’s cool in the evening and you take a new bath.
The raw silk and white round fan is made by hand.
The fan hand looks like jade for a moment.
Gradually sleepy and sleepy, solitary and mature.
Who will recommend the embroiderers outside the curtain?
It is useless to teach people to dream about Yaotai music.
But it is,
The wind knocks the bamboo. The pomegranate is half-vomited and the red scarf is frowning.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Look carefully at a beautiful branch,
A thousand-weighted heart is like a bundle.
I am afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind.
If I wait for you to come here,
I can’t bear to touch the wine in front of the flower.
***Pink tears,
Two rustles. Words: The layers of Huanxi sand and hemp leaves are shining, and the cocoons cooked in someone’s house are fragrant.
The lady whispering coquettishly across the fence. The hanging white stick quinoa lifts the drunken eyes, and the green quinoa is pounded to soften the hungry intestines.
Ask when the bean leaves will turn yellow. Ci·Huanxisha
Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple. The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows to the west. At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream.
The sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless. Who said there is no less in life?
The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west!
Don’t sing yellow chicken with white hair. Ci·Huanxi sand rustles, clothes and scarves fall, jujube flowers fall,
The sound of reeling carts is heard in the south of the village and north of the village,
The old willows in cow clothes sell cucumbers. I'm tired of drinking, but I want to sleep after a long journey.
The people in Rigao are thirsty and think about tea.
Knock on the door and ask questions about the wild people. The living water for making tea from the Jijiang River must be boiled over a live fire, and the deep clear water is taken from the fishing stone [1]:
The big ladle stores the moon and returns to the spring urn, and the small ladle is divided into the river and put into the night vase.
The snow milk has been fried for the feet [2], and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea.
Withered intestines are not easy to ban three bowls [3], sit and listen to the long and short updates of the deserted city. Ci·Jiang Chengzi
Ten years of life and death are uncertain.
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other.
My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost. At night, you suddenly return to your hometown with a deep dream.
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year.
On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
Ci·Jiangchengzi
Wandering at the end of the world, I have endless thoughts.
We met, but in a hurry.
Hand in hand with the beautiful woman, the tears will fade away.
Why do you want to ask Dongfeng Yu? Spring is here, who is it with? Sui Di is full of water in March.
Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.
Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.
I want to send thousands of tears of lovesickness, but they cannot be shed, Chu Jiangdong. Ci·Jiang Chengzi No. 3
Phoenix Mountain rains and then clears.
The water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright.
A hibiscus bloomed gracefully.
Where did the double egrets fly?
If you are interested, I admire Pingting. Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river.
Who can listen to the bitter feelings?
The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised.
If you want to wait until the end of the song to ask for it,
If you don’t see the person, you can only count the peaks. Ci·Linjiang Fairy Night Drinking on Dongpo woke me up and became drunk again.
It seemed like it was the third watch when I returned.
The boy's breath is thundering,
No one knocks on the door,
He leans against the tent and listens to the sound of the river. I always regret that this body is not mine.
When will I forget Yingying?
The wind is calm at night and the grain is flat,
The boat passed away from then on,
The river and the sea will leave the rest of my life. Word·Manjianghong
The Qing Dynasty flows eastwards, the sorrowful eyes are broken, and the lonely sail is bright and extinguished.
The place where officials travel, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers.
Living up to Lin Xiayi's past, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed.
I hate this life and grow up in separation. A wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, let’s start from the beginning.
Looking at each other seems like yesterday, many years ago.
Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow.
I will look for the remaining spring with you and the pond, with flowers like snow. Ci·Nanxiangzi
The cool mat and blue gauze kitchen, with a pillow of cool breeze for the rest of the day.
I went to bed and listened to nothing happening in the evening office. I slowly read all the books on the bedside. I scratched my head and returned to my hometown, feeling that I was lazy and neglected my fame.
What if you ask about your talents and skills? It is foolish to occupy the world. Ci·Nian Nujiao
Looking far into the distance from a high position, you can see the sky,
Thousands of miles of clouds have left no trace.
The osmanthus flies in, and wherever the light shines,
the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day.
Jade Yuqiong Tower, riding a luan to and fro,
I am in the Qingliang Kingdom.
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance. I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly.
I raised my glass to invite the moon to meet, and my shadow became three guests.
Dancing and wandering, under the wind and dew,
I don’t know what night it is tonight.
I want to ride on the wind and turn back.
Why ride on the wings of a peng?
In the Crystal Palace, a fife was blown. Poem: Nian Nujiao looks out from a high place and sees that there are no traces of clouds in the sky for thousands of miles.
The soul of osmanthus flies to the place where the light shines, and soaks in the cold for a day.
Yuyu Qionglou. Riding the Luan to come and go, I am in the Qingliang country.
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance. I drunkenly clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my glass to the moon, and looked at each other as three guests.
Dancing and lingering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is.
I want to ride on the wind, but then I turn back. Why ride on the wings of a roc?
In the Crystal Palace, a fife was blown. Ci·Qingyu Case
I slept on Wuzhong Road for three years,
I condemned the yellow dog and followed you.
If you go to Huxiaodu on the Songjiang River,
Don’t be frightened by the mandarin ducks. There are four bridges everywhere.
This is where I passed by. Looking at the spring evening in the Wangchuan River, I always remember the words of the master Youcheng.
It’s already promised for a return date.
The spring shirt is like Xiaoman’s needlework,
It will be wetted by the rain from the West Lake. Ci · The whistle bends down for rice,
abandons home because of wine,
the body and mouth are exhausted.
Come back,
Who would not send you back?
I feel that everything in the past is not what it is now.
It's still late,
Zheng Fu points out the way back,
The laughter and childish chatter in front of the door.
Sigh, the old chrysanthemums are all barren,
The new pines are growing old,
This is what I am doing now!
But the small window is open with the firewood door closed on the knees,
I use my staff to watch the solitary cloud fly away at dusk,
The clouds come out unintentionally,
the birds When you feel tired, you will return.
It was not intentional. Ouch!
Come back,
Now I forget myself and the world.
There is no idle talk among relatives,
There is real flavor in Qin Shu.
The steps on the green foothills are rugged,
The river is flowing gracefully,
The spring water trickles in the dark valley.
Looking at the flourishing vegetation,
I feel so secluded,
I am done with my life!
How long will it take for Nianyu Xingyu to recover?
What does the emperor want without realizing it?
My heart is entrusted to me, who can decide whether to stay or not?
Where is the immortal knowledge?
Wealth is not my ambition.
But I know that when I climb a mountain near the water and sing songs, I will drink from the cup and get drunk.
What’s more doubtful about destiny in this life?
If you ride the current, you will stop when you encounter obstacles. Lyrics·Shui Tiao Ge Tou
The sunset rolls up the embroidered curtains, and the water under the pavilion connects to the sky.
I know you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet with green and red.
In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely soul.
Recognize the drunken man's words, and the mountains are beautiful or not. A thousand hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted.
Suddenly a wave rose and a white-headed leaf danced.
Young Master Lantai is worthy of laughter. He has yet to understand the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path.
A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind. Lyrics·Shui Tiao Ge Tou
When will the bright moon come? Ask the blue sky for wine.
I wonder what year it is today in the palace in the sky?
I want to ride the wind back home, but I am afraid of the beautiful buildings and jade buildings.
It is too cold at high places.
Dancing to clear the shadow, how does it seem to be in the human world! Turn to the Zhu Pavilion, look down at the Qihu, and the light will make you sleepless.
There should be no hatred, why should we be reunited when we say goodbye?
People have joys and sorrows, and the moon waxes and wanes.
This is a difficult thing to do in ancient times.
I wish you a long life and a long life. Ci·Shuilongyin
It looks like a flower or not like a flower, and no one cherishes it.
Leaving home and taking the road, my thoughts are ruthless and thoughtful.
The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the evil eyes sleepy, and they want to open but also close.
The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, only to be found again when the oriole calls out. I don’t hate that these flowers have all flown away. I hate that the red flowers in the West Garden are hard to decorate.
The rain has passed at dawn, where is the trace? A pool of broken apples.
There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of flowing water.
Looking closely, it is not Yanghua, but the tears of separation. Ci·Looking to the South of the Yangtze River
Spring is not old yet,
The wind is blowing softly and the willows are slanting.
Try to watch from the transcendent stage,
Half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers,
Thousands of homes are covered with mist and rain. After eating cold food, I woke up and sighed.
Don’t miss your old friends and your homeland,
Try new tea with new fire,
Poetry and wine take advantage of your youth. Words·Xijiang Moon is dotted with drizzle above the buildings, heavy on the flat lake outside the river.
Back then there was a horse show in Dongxu, but now Nanpu is desolate.
Don’t regret that the yellow flowers haven’t vomited yet, and teach the red flowers to support them.
You don’t have to look at the dogwood trees in the wine stall, but admire the present and past of the world. Ci·Xing Xiangzi The clear night is dust-free, and the moonlight is like silver.
When pouring wine, it must be ten minutes.
Famous for fame and profit, but a waste of hard work.
The horse caught in the sigh, the fire caught in the stone, the body caught in the dream. Although we hold articles, who will kiss us when we open our mouths?
And Tao Tao, happy and innocent.
When will you go back and be a idler?
To a long harp, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds. Ci·Xing Xiangzi
A boat is light, but two oars are powerful.
The water and sky are clear, and the shadows and waves are flat.
The fish turns over the algae, and the heron lights the smoke.
Crossing the sandy stream is fast, the frosty stream is cold, and the moon stream is bright. It is as heavy as a painting, and as curved as a screen.
Back in the day, Xu Laoyan Ling.
Monarchs and ministers have a dream, and their names are empty now and in ancient times.
But the distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the mountains are green at dawn. Ci·Yu Jia Ao
There is a lot of love in this song, knowing that you want to go to Qinchuan.
The white horse soap mink cannot be kept.
Looking back, there is no fog in the lonely city.
When the day comes, the flowers in Chang'an are like rain, and the willows in Guan Guan are just beginning to fly.
Gradually, the knife in the boot meets the road.
Who is similar? Wang Wendu on the romantic knees. Poem: Poppy Lake and mountains are believed to be beautiful in the southeast, as far as the eye can see.
How many times can you get back? Then he was drunk and wandering around. When the lights are first turned on in Shahe Pond, who sings the water tune?
At night, when the wind is calm and I am about to return, there is only a bright moon on the river and a clear moon. Ci·Partridge Sky
The forest is broken, the bamboo is hidden in the mountain, and the bamboo is hidden in the wall.
There are cicadas and decaying grass in the small pond.
You can see birds from time to time when turning over the blank page,
The red lotus leaves in the water are fragrant and fragrant. Outside the village,
Next to the ancient city,
The staff slowly turned towards the setting sun.
It rained in the middle of the night last night,
I had to live a cool life again. Poetry·The water dragon sings. The bamboos in Chushan are like clouds, and the exotic materials show off thousands of forests. The dragon's beard is half-twisted, the phoenix's head is slightly swollen, and the jade muscles are evenly wound. The trees are falling in Huainan, the rain is clear, the clouds are dreaming, the moon is bright and the wind is blowing. Since Zhonglang disappeared and Huan Yi left, I know how much disappointment I have suffered. I heard that the Lingnan prefect had a deep back hall and a petite green bead. The Qi Chuang School is here for the first time in Liangzhou, but the colorful clothes are not finished yet. Chewing Zhenghan Palace, pan-commerce Liuyu, a sound of clouds. In order to make you wash away, the wild wind and miasma rain make frost and dawn. Ci·Shuilongyin
A small boat crosses the Spring River, lying down watching the green walls and red buildings rising. The laughter in the clouds makes the king high and the beauty half drunk. The pillars are in danger, the strings are mourning, the beautiful songs are lingering, and the clouds are lingering in the water. Thinking of my old friend, the old man, his romance has not diminished, I look back alone in the mist. I pushed the pillow and disappeared, but the empty river and the bright moon were thousands of miles away. When the five lakes heard the news, they returned in small boats, still carrying Xi Zi. Yunmeng Nanzhou, South Bank of Wuchang, I should remember my past travels. In the romantic dream, the dish came to see me, but it was mixed. Ci·Mantingfang
Come back and come back, where will I go? Wanli’s home is in Min’e. A hundred years and a half strong, but there will be no more suffering in the future. Sit down and see Huangzhou again, the children are all gone, Chu language and Wu songs. Friends in the mountains, Ji Dou She wine, persuade Lao Dongpo. Yunhe. When this is over, things in life come and go like a shuttle. Wait and see, the autumn wind and the clear waves of Luoshui. Fortunately, the thin willows in front of the hall should remember me and Mo Jian Rouke. There is still a rumor that the elders in the south of the Yangtze River are fishing and fishing. Ci·Man Ting Fang
The incense and carvings are on the plate, the ice chopsticks are born in the cold, and the painting hall is a unique scenery. The host is affectionate, and the banquet is red. The greasy jade round is rubbed into the plain neck, the lotus root silk is tender, and the fairy clothes are newly woven. After the two songs, the empty eaves turn to the moon, and the remaining rhyme is still melodious. Wherever there is in the world, it is commonplace and should be called ordinary. There is a mad visitor in the house, which makes me feel upset and worried. It is reported that the golden hairpin has fallen, the ten fingers are exposed, and the spring bamboo shoots are slender. I have seen it in person, completely defeated Song Yu, and imagined it in the Gaotang Dynasty. Ci·Man Tingfang
Wojiao has a false reputation and only makes a small profit, but he is very busy. Everything is decided in advance, who is weak and who is strong. While I'm still young, let me go and let some of my kids go wild. In a hundred years, the Pingists were intoxicated, thirty-six thousand times. consider. How much can I do? I am worried about the wind and rain, but half of them hinder me. There is no need to talk about short things and long things even to the point of death. Fortunately, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the moss is spreading and the clouds are high. The south of the Yangtze River is good, thousands of fine wines, and a song that fills the courtyard. Ci: Thirty-three years since Man Tingfang lived. Whoever survives today will be counted as the emperor and the Yangtze River. The awe-inspiring cypress trees are both frost-dry and suffering. I heard about the ancient county of Sizhou, on the Yun River and at the pine window of Zhuwu. On the south bank of the Yangtze River, if you don't send your son away, you would rather cross my country. 搐搐. The sparse rain has passed, the wind dances in the forest, and the smoke covers the clouds. I would like to hold this invitation to you and drink from the empty vat. Mr. Layman is old and in real dreams, he is relatively useless. The singing and dancing have stopped, the pedestrians have not yet risen, and the boat drums are already beating. Ci·Shui Tiao Ge Tou
An Shi is in the East China Sea, engaged in the work of Jingqiu on the temples. It's hard to say goodbye to relatives and friends in middle age, but silk and bamboo ease the sorrow of separation. Once he is successful and famous, he will plan to return to the sea from the east and help the sick to go to Xizhou. Ya Zhi is trapped in Xuan Mian, and his regrets are sent to Cangzhou. As the clouds age, we need to plan early and have brown fur. Traveling thousands of miles away from my hometown, I often stay in good places. When I'm drunk and singing, you're in harmony. If I'm drunk, I have to be supported by you. But drinking can make me forget my worries. When Liu Xuande was appointed, he lived in a high-rise building. Ci·Manjianghong
Sorrows and joys are found together. After the wind and rain, the river is green in spring. The dream of Wu Gorge is empty so far, with mountains and mountains in disorder. It's like Boluan carrying virtue and glory, but the basket and ladle are not enough to clear the joy. Gradually, the brilliance shines on the steps of the courtyard, and the orchid and jade are born. In the dream, the song of the heart is conveyed. Where the intestines are broken, it is up to him to continue. Does Wenjun's son-in-law know? He laughs at your humiliation. Don't you see Zhou Nange singing in Hanguang? The Master of Heaven teaches you to leave the trees. Then the prime minister held the piano and the book in his left hand, and stayed in the clouds. Words·The river is red all over the river. From the west of Han Dynasty, under the high buildings, the grapes are deep and green. It still brings its own, the waves of the clouds, and the spring scenery of the Jinjiang River. You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan, and I am a returning guest who misses you outside the sword. How can you be ruthless about this place and its scenery? Say it diligently. Jiang Biao's biography, please stop reading. Crazy virgin, what a pity. The empty island is deserted to the parrots and reed flowers. Not only did the scholars laugh at the dispute, but Cao Gong and Huang Zu were both confused. I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He. Ci·Manjianghong
In Nancheng, Dongwu, the new embankment is solid and the ripples are beginning to overflow. Hidden all over, there are long forests and high mountains, lying on red piles and green piles. The remaining flowers on the branches have been blown away, and I look for you toward the head of the river. Ask forward, how much spring there is, one of three. When will the official affairs be completed? Outside the wind and rain, there are not many days. The Prime Minister flooded the Qushui River, and the whole city fought for it. Don't you see that Lanting is doing a wedding ceremony, and everyone sitting there is very elegant. Up to now, bamboos are all over the mountain shade, and there are no traces in the sky. The poem "Man Jiang Hong"
The clear beauty flows eastward, the sad eyes are broken, and the solitary sail is bright and extinguished. The official travel place, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers. Living up to Lin Xiayi's wishes, the night rain on the bed was desolate. Hate this life, grow up in separation, add splendor to your hair. A wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, let’s start from the beginning. Seeing each other seems like yesterday, many years ago. Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow. Then I went with you to look for the remaining spring on the pond, with flowers like snow. Ci·Manjianghong
How can the sky be ruthless? Spring is getting warmer, morning is coming, and there is still light snow. When you come to Yu to form a ribbon in the spring, I should return to Danquan Stone. I'm afraid of missing each other suddenly over a glass of wine at a different time, separated by clouds and mountains. Everything in the world is difficult to deal with. Even if a person is healthy, his head should be white. Why should I get drunk? Such joy is hard to find. I want to express my regret to the beautiful woman, but my tears have already condensed on my eyelashes.
But when Mo Qian and Xin Yan came, the news was gone. Words·Returning to the court for joy, I dream of a boat floating on the river. Snow waves shake the sky, and thousands of hectares of white are white. When I wake up, my eyes are full of Mount Lu, with countless green walls leaning against the sky. This growth continues. I am both a guest from the south of the Yangtze River with you. When I was swimming in my dream, I woke up to enjoy the scenery, and I was throwing shuttles together. Tomorrow the west wind will still hang the seats. Singing my new lyrics brings tears to my eyes. After Lingjun left, the mountains of Chu were empty, and the orchids in Liyang were colorless. You are as talented as a dream. Wuling is located in West Antarctica. Don't sing new songs about Zhuzhi Ci. Who can say that the past and the present are separated. Words·Flowers in the Rain/Night Boating
This year's flower time is deep in the courtyard, with the east wind blowing and the tea smoke blowing. But there are green moss, fragrant grass, catkins and elm money. To the west of Wendao City, there is an ancient temple with long corridors and a famous garden. The beauty of the country brings wine, and the fragrance of heaven dyes my sleeves, lingering for me. The Qingming Festival has passed, and the remaining red is nowhere to be seen. I shed tears in front of you. Autumn is getting late, what's the matter with a branch, it remains to me. Gao Hui chatted and chased the short scene, and the Qing merchants had no time for Yu Yan. It is better to keep it and give it to next year, which is very springlike. Ci·Qinyuanchun
The lights in the lonely house are green, the chickens in the wild shop are buzzing, and the travel pillow is full of dreams. The moonlight is gathering gradually, the morning frost is lingering, the clouds and mountains are covered with brocade, and the morning dew is clear. The road in the world is endless, but the work and life are limited, just like the mayor of this district. After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan was speechless, filled with memories of the past. At that time, *** was visiting Chang'an. He is like a young man who first arrived from the two continents. I have thousands of words on my pen and thousands of volumes in my mind, and I am writing to you, Yao and Shun. How can this be so difficult? When I use it to give up, my actions are hidden in me. Why not sit back and watch at leisure. He is tall and strong, but he is still young and has a high reputation. Word·Encourage the Golden Boat
The ruthless flowing water has sentimental guests. Advise me as if I had known you before. The cup is in hand and I say goodbye. This justice is rare. On the curved pool, the year and month are written in small characters. Also repairing bamboos in the lush forest, like the Yonghe Festival. The delicate hands are like frost and snow. Laughing and planting autumn flowers. Don't blame me for singing. It’s still a gentle farewell. Soar here and admire the Jade Hall and the Golden Tower. If you want to know how old you will be again, you should have beautiful hair. Words: A Cluster of Flowers This spring, light wax invades the year. The ice and snow break the spring beauty. There is a letter in the east wind, no one can see it, and there is a hint of light and lace in the willows. The cold night is long, the quilt is easy to warm, and the bells and drums are getting clearer and rounder. On the first day of the morning, half of the mountains are contained. The pavilion is lightly smoked. Visitors will make plans to find fragrance, and the little peaches and apricots should have already competed for the first place. When I am sick and have little love, I am sparse and lethargic, but I love the day and sleep high. Words·Magnolia makes the remaining frost have lost its length and width in Huaihe River. Listen to the gurgling sound and clear your throat. A beautiful woman is still singing a drunkard's words, and forty-three years is like being wiped by electricity. The autumn dew on the grass is slippery. Thirty-five returns twenty-eight. He and Yu are both Shiweng people, but Bodiyue of West Lake is the only one. Ci·Magnolia Flower Order
I know that your immortal bones are free from cold and heat. We meet again at dusk after a thousand years. Therefore, I would like to say something else to annoy the beautiful woman, but I want to watch the rain on the pear branches. The fallen flowers have been driven back to the wind. Huaben Wuxinying complained privately. On the way home from the Ming Dynasty, I went down to the west of the pond, and there was no place where the orioles were singing and the flowers were falling. Words·Magnolia makes it rain in the middle of the night on the sycamore leaves. The soul in the dream is nowhere to be found. The cool night pillow tells me about autumn, and I hear the cold crickets stirring me up. In dreams, time passes. Still drunkenly singing and dancing in Jiangting. There must be someone in front of you to ask your thoughts and thoughts to say goodbye. Ci·Xijiang Moon
The young master’s eyes are dazzled, but my nose is the first to understand. The scarf is drifting in the daphne breeze. The spring dream of banished immortals was awakened. There are jade pistils in the Houtu Temple, and the back of Penglai Hall is red. This flower is clearer and more slender. Whose heart is the wine? Ci·Xijiang Yue Xiaoyuan Zhu Lan's several songs, the heavy city painted drums and three links. Watch the moonlight turn into bright wind. Go back to the fragrant clouds and dream. The green sleeves are white, and the soap is half inserted in red. The lanterns are scattered in the wine garden. Punch lines fly by the minute. Ci·Xijiang Moon
I blame this flower branch for complaining and weeping, but I asked you to write a famous poem. The grass and trees are used to record Wu Feng. The subsequent phase is like a cloud in a dream. The sleeve of the pen is stained with drunken ink, and the flower surface is red with shame. Knowing you is because of love. Afraid of seeing this flower stir up. Ci·Xijiang Moon
When you hear the Tao and hold two phoenix belts, you might as well wear the shark gauze alone. The night fragrance is known to be burned with that person. Looking sadly at the mist curling up in the water. The clouds on the temples are green in front of the wind, and the jade face is red in the drunkenness. Don't spend your poor night in vain. The moon and the beauty are in love with the officials. Ci·Xijiang Moon
Longbao is the best product this year, and the valley curtain has been a precious spring since ancient times. Xue Ya Shuangjing Powder Immortal. The Miao people came from Beiyuan. The soup is plump and white, and the floating milk is light and round. Who dares to be more beautiful in the world? Get the red window noodles. Word·Xijiang Moon
Farewell, the dream has gone with the flowing water, and the tear towel is still like a fragrant spring. Xiangru is still the immortal. The person is in Yaotai Langyuan. The flowers and mist are misty in the wind, and the song beads are clear and round with dripping water. Mo Mei’s new work is very beautiful. Instant noodles as soon as you return home. Word·Xijiang Moon
The world is like a big dream, and there are cool autumns in life. At night, the wind leaves are already singing. Look at the brows and temples. The drunkard often worries that there are few guests, and the bright moon is obscured by clouds. Who is alone with *** during the Mid-Autumn Festival? He looked northward sadly. Poem·Xijiang Moon Don’t sigh that the plains are falling, and you should go to Lu Chichi. Let me remember your youth. You must believe that life is like mail. Thousands of white hairs are sent to each other, and a hundred deep cups are punished. Why use wine as a pool for swimming? I am drunk with virtue. Words·The moon and jade bones in Xijiang River are filled with mist and mist, and the ice posture has its own fairy wind. When Hai Xian was sent to explore Fang Cong. A green-haired phoenix hanging upside down. Even if the face is plain, it looks pink, and the lipstick will not fade after washing off the makeup. The high sentiment has chased the dawn sky. Don’t dream about pear blossoms. Word·Xijiang Moon
It shines on the shallow waves in the wild, and the sky is warm in the sky. The obstacles and mud have not solved the arrogance of Yu Cong. I want to get drunk and sleep on the fragrant grass. It's a pity that there is no way to break Qiongyao under the bright moon. Xie'an's head rests on the green poplar bridge. Du Yu heard a spring dawn. Ci·Xijiang Yuesan passed under the Pingshan Hall, half a lifetime ago, I heard the sound of a snap of my fingers. I haven’t seen the old immortal in ten years. Dragons and snakes were flying on the wall. If you want to pay tribute to the governor, you still sing the spring breeze of the willows. Don't say that everything will turn around in vain. It’s all a dream until I turn around. Words: Xijiang Yue sailed to Jingkou last night, and today the horse leader is in Chang'an. What is the old official and the new official? There is only Hushan koan. This scene has changed several times over the past century, and it is difficult to describe it. Make your talent make waves. And judge new poems. Ci·Linjiang Fairy
The thin horse carries two maids from afar, wearing a green scarf and jade belt with red boots. The good thing about Xishan is home. Who would have thought that on Baxia Road, I would see Luocheng flowers. The jade pistils are falling on the face, and the spring sun is setting at the beginning of the world. I haven’t seen Ziyun Che in ten years. The new cave in Longqiu is filled with lead cauldrons to raise cinnabar. Ci·Linjiangxian's poem: The tip comes to sharpen my bluntness, but the blunt cone cannot understand the sound. Huanyan relieves me of the frost. The wine garden brings clear dreams and sleep, and the spring grass fills the pond.
I should remember the old man at the foot of the snow hall, who used to collect rue in the past. After becoming famous, he returned home early. When I get back in the car, I see a thousand chapters in the tree. Ci·Linjiang Immortal I advise Zhang Zhang to go home, but I never forget my feelings. The dusty mind disappears and the mind becomes peaceful. Jiangnan and Saibei, there is no place to go. Zu Dou Geng Sang is really over the top. Ping Jun said it to Nan Rong. I would like to hear that Wuyue reports a good harvest. If the king asks, it is up to the king to tie his stockings. Ci·Linjiangxian Since ancient times, it is a day off for each other, so why not sing in a low voice. The sky falls and the clouds return to spring. The person sitting in the middle is half drunk, and the snow will be deep outside the curtain. After hearing that the branch office was crazy about the censor, Ziyun had no way to pursue it. The wind and rain are cold and cold. When I asked the prison chief about his anger, I was suddenly frightened when I saw the crane. Ci·Linjiangxian
I have forgotten Chengdu for ten years, because you have to think about it. With the clear tears shed on the Yangtze River. Therefore, we know the beauty of the mountain, but the solitary guest feels desolate. Sit down and don't worry that you haven't seen me yet. You will be heartbroken when you come back. Diligent and diligent. This body is like a passing house, where is my hometown? Ci·Linjiang Fairy
Who cares about Li Bai? The thatched cottage points to the east of the Yangtze River. The bead curtain is ten miles away and the fragrant wind rolls. Flowers bloom and fade, and there are thousands of separation and hatred. The light boat crossed the river overnight and arrived, laughing and fading in surprise. The voice still has Wu Nong's own voice. At the end of the night, facing the wine shop, I am still dreaming. Ci·Linjiang Immortal has always been full of the four great things, so there is no doubt about Feng Shui here. Therefore, you should send me new poems. Fragrant flowers bloom in the valley, and cold algae dance in ripples. By having a relationship with Tamagawa, the gods may not miss each other. And send people home with flowing water. The sun is still setting on the top of the building, and the grass dew has stained my clothes. Words·Linjiang Immortal One farewell to the capital and three changes of fire, the world is over. Still smiling as a spring warmth. There is no wave in the ancient well, but there is Qiu Yun in it. The melancholy lone sail sailed all night long, seeing off the moonlight with faint clouds. There is no need for green eyebrows in front of you. Life is like a journey against the odds, and I am also a traveler. Ci·Linjiang Immortal was so sick and so thin that he couldn't bear the gold belt hanging down his waist. There is a faint fragrance floating upstairs at Wanghu. Playing with sleeves in the gentle spring breeze, and listening to the flute on a bright moonlit night. When you wake up from drinking, your dreams will always be clear, and your hidden bed will be infinitely more fashionable. The beautiful woman did not see Dong Jiaorao. Wandering around the moon, spending the poor night in empty space. Ci·Linjiang Fairy
In winter, the ice closes the well, and the bright moon in the painting hall invades the curtains. The green jar shines brightly and cries sadly. The green vat is full of temptations, and the pink tears are still hanging down. Before finishing the song, he hid his tears and sang half-heartedly with sadness. There should be no conflict between the two words of love. If you want to know where the heart is broken, dark dust flies on the beam. Ci·Yu Jia Ao
Throughout the ages, the dragon and the pan have coexisted. The place of rise and fall from Gong Yidiao. A slight slanting wind blows drizzle. Fragrant grass crossing. Jiangnan's father stayed with his father. The bus is driving through the fog. The red luan rides on the green luan. But I was surprised that this continent is called Egret. Not my partner. He was about to fly away. Words: The fisherman proudly returns home with all the lights out. The cold moonlight in the west building makes me dizzy. The tide will come tomorrow with no certainty. The tide is coming. Zhouheng Ferry is close to the important city. The river seems to know the hatred of being alone. The south wind relieves the beauty's anger. Don't learn to be light and sleepy for a long time. Send questions frequently. You must be loyal and trustworthy on the Qiantang River.