Linjiangxian-
[ 1]
Willow on the peach blossom dike outside the sill, and the sloping eaves are wrinkled with flowing water. The chaotic clouds dyed the sky red in several places. It rained late, and spring has come to the world.
It was also the spring of that year, and I sent you a lonely sail. How many dreams does the ever-burning lamp dream of Jiangnan? There is more emotion in the dream and more silence after waking up.
[2]
The distant waves smell the cold spring night, and the long flute blows through the sparse curtains. Confused night fog peak. Life ebbs and flows, and the world loses everything every month.
Spring night is so sad that it flies like water. I don't know if the frost has reached my eyebrows. People get old when they are drunk, and everything goes back.
[3]
The morning mist wet the grass by the river, and the meteor crossed the hidden mark. It used to be hard to find. Winter flies a hundred miles, and spring is three points.
Spring comes as scheduled every year, and youth is wasted every year. Today is like a dream. Calling wine frequently in dreams makes the dreamer drunk!
[4]
The sound of the 24 th bridge has not been broken, and the eyes are already in the tide. Every time I give my heart to Yao Zheng. Empty mountain people are lonely, and the sea and night are thick.
I told Sixian about the past. Parting is also in early winter. As soon as the frost passes, it turns red. Fate is a dream, and we don't meet in dreams.
[5]
Autumn waters and winter clouds often gather and disperse, and time counts. It was cold in front of the small screen yesterday The evil wind is faint and sunny, and the geese are heavy.
The lonely mountain rises like an arrow, and the Qiongya ebbs. Life is so depressing. The end of the world haunts old dreams, and the cape says once upon a time.
[6]
Who said Meng Xiao to the remnant star? He sang "East Wind" in 1998. The water is the fastest. The birds on the pond are so small that the geese outside the sand can't see them.
The voice of the green flute slowed down like a complaint, and all the silk was sent to Gu Hong. A new moon descends on Wufeng Mountain. Where the condensing lamp stops, leave little by little.
[7]
Xiaoqu Zheng dust to say goodbye first, carefree sorrow streamer. Looking back a thousand times, ask the sunset. Why don't you take me to Gaotang later?
Another year of flying snow, mercilessly sent all over the desolation. Who hasn't been hurt by love in this life? Poor Changting willow, unbearable Baqiao frost.
Cut plums-
[ 1]
How much does your heart weigh? Is this a literary alliance or a love alliance?
How can we get together and disperse in a hurry? We can see that spring is strong and autumn is strong.
The night dew shines in the sky, reflecting the lonely lamp, the dusk bell is melancholy, and the morning bell is ruthless.
Difficult to understand Changhong's old dream seems to be at the end of its tether.
[2]
Intermittent lights and intermittent wind, the new moon rises, and the old tree wall is east.
Xiao-he couldn't stand the cold smoke, and Qin Fengming made him leave the flood.
Ask the wine hedge to fall red, the years are in a hurry, can you remember the spring capacity?
Who has dim eyes, green fingers and a buttonwood tree?
[3]
Dreaming of another year in the Jianghu, the autumn chill last year, and the autumn chill this year?
The oblique light is bleak to the green screen. Who can write seven strings to remember Jiangnan?
I can remember sending far sail, holding hands and whispering and letting go.
Almost half a month, old and green.
[4]
Plum calyx sad grass yellow, face cold, like my heart cold.
The cold flute blows the old setting sun, and the long road is gray and the long night is boundless.
I hate my passion, and I dream of Gaotang every time I hurt myself.
Only pay for the flow of peace of mind, a half-day new cream, half-life heart cream.
Nanxiangzi-
[ 1]
The lost water flows eastward,
Sha Ou is outside the west wind window.
Three thousand dreams are waves,
What do you want?
A bunch of crowns on the wasteland!
If the crescent moon is hooked,
How many times did the space shuttle fly?
Who * * * Castle Peak has silence?
Lonely boat!
The frost is white, it's autumn. ~
[2]
What was the pursuit in the past?
Do you remember that man?
Or lonely as an arrow?
Who, sit still and let the rain in!
Who is not ecstasy?
What is there to prick old scars?
Why is this night a lonely dream?
White lips, cold flute, very annoying!
[3]
Why are you sad again?
Take a picture to see Jing Hong.
Can the daisies in the old garden be put back?
Can you choose? Can you send me one?
A small box covered the dust.
You wander around this night.
Why do you miss green trees?
It turns out that acacia has been deeply planted after parting!
[4]
Xiangguyu Liantang
Why think about this day?
How can I look back?
Shang Bo
Who is the wind exposed for?
Who is more desolate?
Have dreamed for more than twenty years.
There is no reason to know love from a distance.
Heart cream
Go against the wind, go against the current, Xiaoxiang!
Qinyuanchun
[ 1]
Who is there to accompany this lonely lamp and this cool night?
Sigh that the double shuttle urges the old, and the west wind withers the trees; Frightened south, the earth frost.
Under the hidden eaves of the moon, autumn rhymes frequently knock, and old things are surging back.
Get drunk, forget the past, and stop talking about sadness.
Snuggle up with Qing for a while.
Abandon eternal sadness and turn to ashes.
On the Sansheng stone, Dong Jun left a trace; In the shadow of tung flowers, Leng Yue looked at her eyebrows.
The road is empty and confused, and the soul is disordered. Who is a kind of loneliness addressed to?
In my dream, the flute sounded. Blow off the cold plum.
[2]
A cluster of fish lights, glowing red.
Looking up at the sky, the stars flow like fog; The faint silver-haired man suddenly became boundless.
Exposed in the distant mountains, dark dust floats, not wishful thinking.
The flute suddenly rises, spits out the vicissitudes of life and swallows the beam.
Faint; Melancholy
The thin forehead gradually frosted.
Depression is tied to a rope, and the dust is just in the prison; Blue is rusty, and it is a vicissitudes pillow.
The night is bleak and the nebula is dim. How many times is the best dream?
The wind carries the rain, but also deceives others and urges the willows through the window.
[3]
Cold passes through the river, uncertain clouds and a series of caves.
Suddenly the west wind rises and the waves flood with the water; The sand embankment is patted all over, and the heron walks and the fish turns over.
Yesterday's frost bridge, a century-old willow, called the night cold, who is afraid?
Do you know that this blue shirt is old? It's snowing in Zhu Yan!
Think about the past, and make clear that * * * refers to the ship.
Jade hands pour light wine, ears whisper dreams, fly to the temples whisper.
Who can decide the fate of this life? In an instant, the storm rises!
I was surprised and lamented how difficult it is to live in this world!
A river full of children-
[ 1]
Only Tao Qing's heart will live up to it, and the Spring Festival couplets are difficult and endless.
How deep is the apricot old phoenix? The west wind is still bleak.
The new age is cold and gently kissed, and the ribbon is half covered with dust and frost.
The night flute scared away the seagulls, and Feng Dan lost all her red makeup.
Suddenly I feel more disabled and exhausted.
The voice is getting lower and lower, and it is difficult to measure the past.
[2]
I was stuck in the clouds several times, and this spring hates the previous spring even more.
Your son's affection can never be compared with parting, and the rain soaked the tears.
Looking through the autumn water, I am exhausted from playing the guitar.
Broken leaves chase the wind and splash down, and floating clouds avoid the moon and grow cloudy.
The sound of anvil at midnight makes people old, and the cold current is coming.
Beautiful as a dream, pale color gradually on the lips.
[3]
Wind cracks, night marks, falling flowers and endless dust and frost.
Adhere to the string acacia as a needle, acacia early through the west window.
The star is cold and the river is dark, and the old shadow deceives the new injury.
Vaguely fleeting dream, suddenly a pillow boundless.
I am very sad, especially when I can't wake up, my youth is getting old.
You shouldn't miss the seed, but you have already broken your heart.
Looking at the tides of the sea-
[ 1]
Who's awake? Memories of the past are easy to rise and difficult to collect.
It's really unreasonable to be afraid of acacia, and acacia moves again.
Silent, staring at each other. Become a dream in an instant; Save money for a rainy day.
Is this life, or should I just go with the flow?
The wind blows the morning glory outside the threshold. Why did you go to the dangerous building?
The night is cold, the footsteps are cold, and the sky is high if it is late autumn.
When did the moon and stars flow westward? How can you go back to rest?
The dawn in the field is dim, and the night is faint.
[2]
How can I miss my dream? The time has passed and I always wake up.
Talking about Baqiao, running wild grass and wind warming lotus.
The sunset is idle outside the bamboo.
Guests go to the place where flowers bloom, and people are scattered in the lonely mountain.
The sound of the beach is far away, and the night is cold.
After a long separation in spring, I read red medicine by the bridge, the spring before last.
Chu Nai's water is long and shallow, and his thoughts are always at a loss.
The flying heron blocks the west and the east, and the purple monster is double-breasted, and the two places are flowing.
Sing Luo Fu's grievances, sing the words of Lao Meng!
[3]
Jiang Feng is in exile, and Qiu Si people are tired.
I wanted to write a note when I was fighting for wine, but it was full of sadness.
Who is worried about the wind?
Surprised to find traces of the past, stroking the curtain hook.
In the old society, chess shuttlecock was covered with two stardust.
I went to Qin Lou.
A farewell song, the wind moved the boat.
Farewell and reluctant to leave, the cold invaded the blue sky, and Dong Jun's soul was dark and leisurely.
I remember that the moonlight is broken, the water is wide and the river dreams, and the rain hits seagulls.
God is tired and blank, only saying that he is sorry for autumn!
Golden melody-
[ 1]
The rain crossed the icy river.
There is oblique light, and it is dark at first, urging geese to fly back.
Blow the bamboo flute into the tide and spit out the early autumn.
But a finger, after years of ice charcoal.
There are traces of hearts and dreams under the porch, only talking to the west bank.
What happened that year, can you count it clearly?
Leng Yue loomed in the sky.
As clean as frost, it causes people to forget the past and it becomes a mistake.
It's a dream for me. It's been a thousand times since I woke up.
The ghosting falls and the wind floats.
Counting the lonely dreams in the cold tip and thinking about this life is still a lot of confusion.
The flute sighs slowly!
[2]
It was very late when the sun went down.
Wild pond, withered lotus and dried grass, scattered clouds.
Liu Di Liu Jun used to be everywhere, but now there is frost and wind everywhere.
Sitting alone, thinking about pedestrians far away.
Stay in Qianfeng; Send sorrow, but see shallow sand marks.
The setting sun shines on the water, and the shadows are messy.
A few times, geese are companions.
I was afraid that people would be surprised, so I whispered and crossed the pond.
Who is sour and who is sad? The most bitter infatuation and fatigue!
Last year, guests and people colluded.
The village boat lights and smoke cross, condense and disappear, and the flute sounds soft.
Swing a drunken pen and give pain!
Remember the blowjob on the Phoenix Platform-
Who knows that the smoke blows down today, and the lonely rainbow is accompanied by autumn coolness?
There are no flowers and plants in the morning, and the blue sky is condensed.
It's always hard to keep away from people, and the sand embankment road is loose.
Wandering around, the lotus tears, not into the heart.
Stop.
Affectionate tired me, calculate a few fold eyebrow marks, green temples star cream.
In the past, the heart of the building was full of moonlight, not according to the secluded side.
Silence came again, but see, Lanting, the old carved beam.
What happened before, love fell into the horizontal pond along the bottom of the apple!
Man Fang Ting
[ 1]
Independent Shen Tao, wild geese are close to the water. This is the best place for poetry.
Right in front of me, when green is about to disappear.
Constantly asking you to answer, window and moon, especially meditation.
When you are in love, you will see all the red flowers and say goodbye to writing new words.
Who is it?
More lonely, hate spring willow old, the wind is uneven.
Chuhe turned over the autumn shadows to recall the past.
Whispering softly at thrush like hate, but thinking.
Where is Iraq? Yao Zheng caressed everywhere, and the songs were crazy.
[2]
Also write Xiaoxiang, small screen full, red makeup empty.
Jiang Tao is vast and empty.
At the beginning of the bright moon, no one saw it, and the cloud shutter hook.
The flute sounds far away, flying south, and the green temples are shocked.
East building.
During the tryst, there was Sha Ou outside the west wind window.
If many lovers are similar, they will rest.
Floating everywhere, floating to where? It will always pay off.
Spring is getting older, time has been made, and the water in the secluded place flows eastward.
Niannujiao-
The wind is quiet at first, and the sky clouds cover the sun.
The yellow crane flew back to urge the rabbit, and the frost fell to the sky.
Lushui flowers, sad flute, early stars scattered.
Northwest of the small bridge, the smoke and willows of the painting gallery blow down.
I hung my head in the dark blue sky, dreaming vaguely, and I was surprised by the changes of time.
A wisp of heart frost is full of hate, what a mess!
Take ice flowers again, make up a smiling face and light a glass.
Who is not drunk, Hengqin thinks sigh!
There's nothing wrong with getting drunk-
Drunk and crazy, I want to tell you now.
The wind pushes the flocculant, drives away the water, and the moon is in my arms, and I hold the frost.
Waves roll thousands of times to raise broken jade, clouds cross thousands of flowers and spit spring cool.
Thunder is faint and lonely, I don't dream of infatuation!
It's already spring, but who is in tears?
The drizzle in front of the window flies white arrows, and a few residual flowers fade their purple lips.
The wind is blowing in the south of Mobei, and the fog is quiet in front of the mountain ridge.
Like a song, the years are empty and the dreams are faint.
Count the winds on both sides of the cold star and pay for the past.
Chihiro's pen is so hateful that it will not be shipped for ten years.
The drunkard's intention is not to drink, knock on the iron horse, and every question will be returned to Hong.
Why do new worries bother old ones? Cut the west wind and ask!
If the tide turns back, there will be light rain in Yaosi that day.
Twin peaks stand side by side in the blue sky and fly in vain in the water.
The fundus is foggy now, and my eyebrows piled up last night.
The east window is gradually bright, and infinite vicissitudes enter my cup!
Lou's clothes are as cold as autumn, and he often calls for wine.
In the cup, there are clear snow waves, green water and Yunfeng seagulls.
A kind of loneliness comes through the rain, and three thousand dreams are more romantic.
I wonder if there is a way to heaven? There is only one good sorrow in the world!
Singing while drunk-
The red chamber is drunk and lying on the flat sand, and the spring dream and autumn clouds are thrown.
The misty smoke cage is in harmony with the heart, and the cold wind sends the tree oblique.
Snow bath smoke turns white waves, and frost urges laurel shadows to fold yellow flowers.
When you leave the cold window, you don't need tea when you are sad.
It's already the night of ten thousand accounts, and my thoughts are confused.
The water is far away, the blue shirt sells residual wine, and the tea in the mountain falls on a lonely cliff.
Yiyi's road is destroyed, and the weak layer of forest falls and frost flowers.
Beidou fishing in Liang, where is your new nest?
Liu Ba Hanshan raises a glass, and Shen Yuanwei Pavilion covers Xia Zi.
There is no light in Qingtian, and there are dusk crows in Chibi Mountain.
Dreams are shattered without a trace, and sadness is covered with snow and sand.
It's hard to find out how many flowers are in the dream.
Zhumen is still prosperous, and the banana trees are printed with window screens every month.
The effect is that Zhuge waved the feather fan and imitated Wen Jun to play the pipa.
Three years of sadness, I have drunk too much, and I am tired of flowers because of loneliness.
Who led Mei Fei to break her hometown dream? Curtain roll acacia longitudinal floating if!
Untitled-
There are waves in the river, and the moon shadow falls silently on the bridge.
The double stars are scattered and the clouds are broken, and the wind in Wushan Qinling is rustling.
Cui Dai Juanjuan's shadow was yesterday, and this feeling is very strong. Ran Ran then disappeared.
The desert rustles and stops writing more, and the wandering souls are lonely for a long time.
In the chaos of the rivers and lakes, I forgot to hide the moon, and the grass in the sky saw autumn.
The spring breeze used to be a day lily, and the wonderful dance gave birth to the moon.
It is still difficult to recover under the Yangtze river, and the phoenix is a new sea.
I urge my heart to turn to a pen. I am thin and poor.
Rust sticks drop iron knives in spring, and the river is fishing and firewood.
The time sequence overlaps with the cold invasion account, and the beachhead is independent and green.
Has this ancient country ever visited the moon in first frost? Old people in foreign countries are ashamed.
The sky recalled the past frost and snow, and the leaves of cinnamon withered.
Sleeping and dreaming, especially at the waist, the wick of the lampstand has completely burned out.
Where is the right place to get the fish book? The geese fled against the wind.
The green maple in the water follows the red feather, and the white Polygonum in Cangshan attracts the green robe.
I dare not feel sorry for your new life, but flowers and trees fly around the river.
Things are sad and lost, and the heart is on both sides of the lake.
The drizzle can't stay, and the people of Sri Lanka are dying.
The string is too thin to wrap around your fingers. How can you send it to the tip of the forest?
The flute sighed all night, haggard and sank!
Subtract Mulan-
[Memories of Autumn]
How to send the heartbeat? Old Ye Qiu stabbed and fell to the ground frequently.
But at that time, it was too late to say that the village was sad.
Who will throw time away when you are anxious?
Cups are always broken, and reeds fly everywhere.
Night thoughts
Qu Chaifeng, someone can't sleep tonight.
Still based on shackles, Leng Yue Frost.
Hearing the waves in front of the steps, the cold reeds flowed on my knees.
Feelings are in a hurry, and everything goes east.
[Untitled]
The lonely moon is cold, and the cold waves under the lotus are like shadows.
The past is like smoke, and the pen is wasted.
See who sang, hold hands when flowers are unfamiliar.
Sigh my feelings and come back with a faint fog.
[Farewell]
Lonely and helpless, I cried around for three times.
I'm lonely. I'm afraid this is not my life.
Please don't send it, the old tree is a dream.
Don't play farewell songs, life will come and go.
[Rethinking]
Why do you miss her? You can't hear from Yuhong.
The night is endless, and this life should be like a long dream.
The milky way is cold, and the shadows fall into the water.
Who is lonely with Qingshan when the moon shoots at the West Bridge?
[Night Question]
The stars are sparse and the clouds are sparse. What time is the old wall empty?
I was depressed, but I asked God why.
What else did you say? The past and the future are wrong.
Embrace all the desolation, and a song of yangguanliu fades yellow.
Manjianghong-
Upstairs, the clouds are high and light, and the west wind is curling.
Far away, the sun sets, and it gets dark for a while.
At the beginning of light snow, the wind turned white, gazing at the cold smoke.
Blow the flute and blow the snow, and the air is cold and slow!
Old and new things, such as Ping Pan. People's hearts are different and become dark.
Always tired and tired for family!
I walked all the way to the end of spring and asked if you were still green.
I saw that the oblique light reflected the cool waves and covered the porch window.
Klang Ganzhou-
The sun fell into the western hills in a dark way, and the evening sky was blue.
Reading shenyuan red medicine, bronze platform Liu Han, reflecting the Millennium.
Xia San's clothes are slightly cold. What happened to his eyebrows?
Even if there are hardships, you are too lazy to tell others!
The time sequence is cold and intertwined, the temples are not brocade, and the dreams are single.
Beihai pepper house is old, and apricot flowers are isolated from the cold.
I hate the late arrival of spring and the exhaustion of long steps. For twenty years, there was only one autumn smoke.
No, half a mirror, greensleeves's yellow shirt!