Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
The evening breeze blows the flute, and the sunset is beyond the mountain.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
Life is once in a blue moon, only parting.
Outside the pavilion, by the ancient road, the grass is blue.
When will you return this? Don't hesitate to come.
The horizon, the horizon, intimate friends are half scattered.
A pot of turbid water spilled all over the floor. Say goodbye to Meng Han tonight.
Ling (Liu Yong)
Cold and sad, Changting is late, and the spell begins to rest. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. There are many kinds of customs, who are you talking to?
Wu Songming's poem "Title Wall" said: "Baita Bridge sells land classics, and the short posts in the long pavilion are the most distinctive. How can you just say Lin 'an Road? It's not far from the Central Plains! "
Bodhisattva white
The flat forest is misty, and the cold mountain area is compassionate. Color into the high-rise, there are people building.
Worried.
The jade steps stand empty, and the birds fly back in a hurry. Where is the return trip? The long pavilion is shorter.
"Xu Hun", titled Tongmen Inn, autumn tour to the capital.
Maple trees rustle in the autumn night; After a night at Tongguan Station, I got my own bouquet.
A few residual clouds gathered on the towering Huashan Mountain; Sparse autumn rain falls on Zhongtiaoshan Mountain range.
The color of the trees changes with the passage of time, and I can hear the river looking for the sea.
The land is bright and the moon is bright, but the dream is a woodcutter and fisherman.
Linbu with crimson lips
Jingu is green every year, year after year, and it grows luxuriantly every spring. Who is its owner?
The remaining branches were scattered in the drizzle.
It is also from autumn that people see off here at dusk.
The traveler left and the grass was covered with grass.
Huan Xi Sha Yan Dao Ji
I got drunk at noon and didn't wake up at West Bridge at night.
Yuhua is sad and broken.
Reduce your sideburns when you come back.
Clothes, guest dust, this ancient road,
There is a short pavilion on the willow tree, in which there is spring.
Fenglou tried to see the situation on the side of the road.
Minus word Mulan Yan Dao Ji
The pavilion was delivered late, like a dream in front of the green window.
The fine print came home just in time for the red light last night.
Good times are fleeting, and half a mirror is about to break in spring.
Unforgettable memories, a pillow of tall buildings facing the sunset.
Linjiang county Yan Dao Ji
Danshui was happy for three years, only for a few nights.
Xiao Shuang's Red Leaf Dance Return to Hometown.
Today's Qiu Meng ancient road short pavilion.
Clear tears before drinking, sound in the sun.
Shaoling's poems are ancient and famous.
When Yun Hong meets, smoke fills the nine cities.
Teenagers travel to Yan.
After the West Building left, the wind in Gao Lu was very cold.
But the moon is clear.
In the shadow of Hong Fei, beyond the anvil,
Forever, forever.
At this time, the mountains are heavy and the waters are far away.
Where the western expedition was assigned.
The soul of the golden boudoir dreams of abolishing Ding Ning,
Search all the short pavilions.
Drunk in Yan
The streets are full of slanting moons, whips drooping and singing.
Break your heart, think about it,
Everything is for everyone, no longer separated.
It snowed in the South Bridge last night.
Dust collection and rest under the short pavilion.
There will be a big discount when I come back.
I want to leave my sorrow and twist the branches carefully.
Mulan Yanshu
On the grassy old road, he seemed that the couple left me easily and set off.
The bell on the first floor struck the fifth watch, and the sadness in my heart was like being sprinkled in the spring rain in March.
Ruthless people understand the sufferings of affectionate people, and the melancholy of one inch of acacia has become thousands of strands.
Ultima Thule is still far from the end, only the mind is infinitely long, and there is no time.
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