The red river comes from the west, and the grapes under the high buildings are deep 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. The river is full of red, and the child is flowing eastward from the clear sky. The sorrowful eyes are broken, and the lonely 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. Yong Yu Le Pengcheng spent the night in Yanzi Tower, dreaming about it, so he wrote this poem. The bright moon is like frost, the wind is as good as water, and the scenery is infinite. Fish are jumping in Qugang, lotuses are pouring out dew, and there is no one to see the loneliness. □ (纺 + shen minus three points of water) is like three drums, one leaf is sonorous, and the dark dreamy clouds are startled. The night is vast, and I am looking for nowhere again. I feel like I have been walking around the small garden. A tired traveler from the end of the world, returning to the mountains, looking past his hometown. The Swallow Tower is empty, where is the beauty? The swallow in the empty locked building. The past and present are like dreams, never dreamed, but there are old joys and new resentments. At the same time, Yu Hao sighed at the night view of Huanglou. Qinyuan went to Mizhou in the spring. He left early and sent Ziyou immediately. The lights in the solitary hall are green, the chickens in the wild shop are singing, and the travel pillow is full of dreams. The moonlight is gradually gathering, the morning frost is lingering, the clouds are brocade, and the morning dew is shining. The world is endless, but the work and life are limited. It seems that the district chief is happy. After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan was speechless, filled with memories of the past. At that time, he was a guest in Chang'an. He was like a young man who had just 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 difficult is this matter? When I use it to give up, my actions are hidden in me. Why not just sit back and watch? He is tall and healthy, but he is too old to swim and fight in front of a bottle. Eight Sounds in Ganzhou: Sending ginseng and a few seeds are sentimental, the tide comes thousands of miles away, and the tide returns ruthlessly. Ask how many times the sun shines at Xixing Pukou on the Qiantang River? There is no need to think about the present and the past, and look down on the mistakes of the past. Who is like Dongpo who is old and has lost his memory. Remember the west bank of the West Lake, the beauty of the dusk mountain, the green sky and the misty sky. Even if poets get along with each other, it is like me and you. In the same year of his appointment, we will return to the East and return to the sea route. I hope that Xie Gong and Ya Zhi will not conflict with each other. On Xizhou Road, you should not look back to wet your clothes for me. Congratulations to the bridegroom. Xia Jing's milk swallows fly into the mansion. Quiet and deserted, the shade of the trees turns to noon, and the coolness of the evening brings a new bath. The raw silk and white round fan is made in the hand, and the fan hand looks like jade for a moment. Gradually become sleepy and sleep alone to clear away heat. Who comes outside the curtain to promote the embroidery household? It is a waste of time to teach others, and the dream breaks the Yaotai song. But again, the wind knocked against the bamboo. The pomegranate half spit out the red scarf and frowned. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. If you look closely at the rich and beautiful branches, you will feel like you have thousands of hearts. And I'm 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 flowers. ***Pink tears, two rustles.