1. "Jade Leuchi·Cui Yuan has two ears of cold" by Jiang Jie of the Song Dynasty
Cui Yuan has two ears of cold.
The orioles are calling and the spring breeze is fragrant.
Flowers are fragrant, which is what Xu Zhuang is known for at this time.
There are Shuiyue Immortal courtyards everywhere, and the West Lake is like a mirror.
The smoke is dim.
Slender green onion mistakenly points to Lianfeng Huangling.
It was expected that when we first met in the small pavilion, the waves were beating against the red cats, and the sleeves were flying with gold cakes.
The building leans against the slanting light, secretly keeping an eye on the good times.
Thousands of wistful smiles, a little bit of gentleness.
The hairpin is exhausted.
The charming shadow of the backlight.
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"Four Watchtowers" by Cao Ye of the Tang Dynasty
Looking at the mountain behind you, you can see the shadow of the building, which should be in line with the mountain. The sun has already risen, but there are no roosters crowing in the city.
Infinite Yanzhao girl, playing the sheng and climbing up the golden ladder. The wind blows from the east of Luoyang, and the fragrance blows from the west of Luoyang.
The young master was drunk all night long and did not hear Zigui’s cry.
3. "Wearing Wild Geese" by Lin Kuan of the Tang Dynasty
The shadow flies across the sky with snow on its back, and the sound is cold as it leaves Yuguan late.
Three thousand dreams in Shangyang Palace, the cold moon and clear wind can smell the past.
4. "Shengchazi·Qiushe" Wu Wenying of the Song Dynasty
When he was a half-douched house, he once bought a house of water chestnuts. The sad shadow is on the back of the railing, and the wind and dew remain in the plain hair.
The chicken and wine alliance in front of the gods, the song ends with the autumn fragrant household. The mud falls and the beams are empty, dreaming of youthful language.
5. "Congratulations to the Bridegroom·Bo Wan Harvests the Residual Heat" Yao Mian of the Song Dynasty
Bo Wan Harvests the Residual Heat. Sighing to the west wind, secretly changing the passing years, but still like this. The sun is setting behind the crow's back and its shadow is beginning to fade, the clouds are pale and the sky is fresh and cool. People stand still with their hands on their sleeves. The neighbor's flute calls will stir the country's thoughts, listening to the sound of autumn and the rain of parasol trees. Autumn is here, it’s time to travel. The old friend is only in Zhujiang, Jiangnan. Thinking about it, I have been in love with Donghua for a long time, and the red dust is soft. Do you want to send your tailoring knowledge far away? Anvil and pestle for every family in the new moon. Soul dream, golden goose number. The shadow of a wild goose can't come farther into the sky. If you write a book, who can you send it to? Knowing that guests hate each other, there are two nonsense words.