Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and welcoming people. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Floating growth hates less pleasure, but is willing to love a daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
"Listen to Dong Da playing Hu Jia, and send a message to make trouble" (Tang)
At that time, Cai Yan once produced Song of A Qin, and played this song in 18 sections.
Hearing this, the conference semifinals were filled with tears, and the grass was wet. Han made pork liver sausage for Guike.
On the ancient fortress, the cold fire of the past battle is now gray, wild and gloomy, flying white.
After this clever, deep tune, everything around it wavered and withered.
Master Dong, you know immortals, and you can listen to goblins.
Very handy to slowly knead the fast dial, and the reciprocating gyration seems to contain emotions.
The voice of the mountain birds scattered and gathered, and the song was as dark and clear as Wan Yun.
Young people scream at night, just like Titan's mother cries.
Sichuan is a net wave, and the birds are singing silently.
The hometown of the Wuzhu tribe is far away, and a sad sadness rises in the dust of the Siberian prairie.
The pipa is melodious and free, like a strong wind blowing wildly, and the rain falls on the tiles.
Like the rustle of spring, the rustle of trees, and the singing of wild deer.
Phoenix Lake is located in the east of Chang 'an, opposite the Green Jade Gate.
Fang Guan is not fettered by fame and fortune, and longs for Alice's play day and night.
Su Muzhe misses Fan Zhongyan.
Blue sky and yellow leaves. The autumn wind is full of waves, and the waves are cold and smoky. The mountain reflects the sun and the sky meets the water. The grass is ruthless, and the sunset is even more outside.
Dark homesickness, thoughts of chasing travel. Every night unless, sweet dreams make people unable to sleep. The bright moon building is high and lonely. Wine becomes sorrow, acacia becomes tears.
A letter from my cabin in Wangchuan to Pei Di and Wang Wei.
The mountain is cold and blue now, and the autumn water has flowed for a day.
At the door of my thatched cottage, leaning on my cane, I listened to the cicadas singing in the evening breeze.
Sunset lingers at the ferry, and the smoke from supper rises from the house.
Oh, when will I make a wish to the great hermit again and sing a wild poem under five willows? .
Biography of Huanxisha (Southern Tang Dynasty) Li Jing
The fragrant lotus leaves are withered, and the west wind worries about the green waves. With the light * * * gaunt, ugly.
The chicken is far away in the drizzle dream, and the small building blows through the cold. You hate a few tears, leaning against the bar.
Li Jie, Looking at Qinchuan
I set out from Chang 'an in the morning, looking back to the east, Qiachuan is far away, and the sun rises in the east.
The weather is fine, and the mountains and water in the distance are clear and clean, so you can see it clearly; Chang' an city is winding and layered.
Autumn wind blows, bamboo forests of every household are whispering, and the pine forests of Wuyue Mountain are covered with a layer of cool color.
I have to sigh, it's cold and dew here, so I'd better go back.
Li Bai, eight musical poems and seven in the palace.
The cold notice was exhausted, and the spring breeze returned to the willow tree.
Gong Ying is drunk and Yan Yan is still flying.
Chi Riming's singing mat, new flowers and dance clothes.
It's late, and we have a colorful fight, and we have a good time.
Su Ting (Tang) Dai Shulun
The grass grows on the Suxi Pavilion. Who will stop on the east wind for twelve days?
Swallows don't return to the Spring Festival Evening, and it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms.
A voyage to the moon by boat
Bai Hu wine shop Lingyun, when drunk, waved his sleeve to say goodbye to his old friend.
Yiyi couldn't bear to say goodbye to me. Who is like Emei Half Moon?
The moon peeps at the boat window and hangs cold, trying to wake up the early stage of wine in Yuzhou.
The wind blows in the river, and people are calm and graceful.
Oh, poetry doesn't sleep, full moon, I want to be immortal.
The world is everywhere, and sand birds sometimes carry boats.
Su Shi, a diviner, lives in Dinghui Garden in Huangzhou.
The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
Du Fu in Moonlit Night
In Fuzhou, far away, she is looking at the moonlight, looking at it alone from the window of her room.
For our boys and girls, poor little baby, too young to know where the capital is.
Her cloudy hair is sweet with mist, and her jade-white shoulders are cold in the moonlight.
When can we lie on the screen again and look at the bright light and stop crying? .
Jueju (Southern Song Dynasty) and Shang Zhinan
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Huan Xi sha Qin Guan
With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint.
Free flying flowers are as light as dreams, endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow, and small silver hooks hang curtains.
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