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a collection of movements
Rain Lin Ling
The chilling cicadas are mournful, facing the pavilion at night, the showers have begun to subside. There is no trace of drinking in the capital tent, and the orchid boat urges you to leave in the place of nostalgia. Holding hands and looking into tearful eyes, they were speechless and choked. Thoughts go by, thousands of miles of mist, the dusk is heavy and the sky is vast.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more embarrassing and neglected in the Qingqiu Festival. Where can I wake up from my drunkenness tonight? On the bank of willows and the waning moon in the morning breeze. After so many years, it should be a good time and good scenery. Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell them?
Die Lian Hua
Standing in the dangerous building, the breeze is soft, looking at the spring sorrow, the sky is gloomy. In the lingering light of the grass-colored smoke, there is no word as to who would lean on the fence.
I want to get drunk and sing to the wine, but the music is still tasteless. The belt becomes wider and wider, but I don't regret it anymore. I feel haggard because of the beauty.
Youth Tour
The horses on the ancient road in Chang'an are running late, and the high willows are chaotic and the cicadas are neighing. Outside Sunset Island, on the plains of autumn wind, my eyes are broken and drooping for four days.
Returning without a trace, where is the early stage? The relationship is unfamiliar, the drunkard is lonely, and he is not like he was when he was young.
Looking at the sea tide
The southeast is beautiful, the three Wu cities, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoked willow painted bridges, wind curtains and green curtains, there are hundreds of thousands of homes. Clouds and trees surround the dike and sand. Angry waves roll up frost and snow, and the sky is boundless. The city is lined with pearls, the households are full of luxury goods, and the luxury is high.
Double lakes overlap Qingjia. There are osmanthus seeds in three autumns and lotus flowers in ten miles. The Qiang pipe clears the sky, the watermelon song fills the night, and the old lotus babies play and fish. Thousands of horses and tall teeth. Get drunk and listen to the drums and chant the haze. There will be good scenery in the future, go back to Fengchi to praise it.
Eight Sounds of Ganzhou
The Xiaoxiao dusk rain sprinkles the river sky to wash away the autumn.
The wind is getting colder and frostier, the Guanhe River is deserted, and the remaining light shines on the building.
This is a place where the reds and greens are fading and the flowers are gone.
Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastwards silently.
I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts.
Sighing at the traces of the past years, what trouble is there left behind?
Thinking of a beautiful woman, looking up at the building, missing a few times, and returning to the boat after seeing the sky.
Striving to know me, leaning against the balcony, I am looking at my sorrow (also known as "Ningmu").
Determining the situation
Since spring comes, the green is sad and the red is sad, and the heart is full of things. On the bright sun, orioles wear willow belts and lie still under incense quilts. The warmth disappears, and the greasy clouds enjoy the meal. I'm tired and combing my clothes all day long. None! Once the hatred and ruthlessness are gone, there will be no message or letter. If I had known this, I would have regretted not locking the carved saddle. To the chicken window, only with the barbarian paper elephant in charge, restraint to teach chanting lessons. Stay with me, don't hide. I sit with Yi while sewing and threading. Come with me, so that your young years will not be wasted.
Crane soars into the sky
On the gold list, I occasionally miss the lead. How to pay tribute to the virtuous people temporarily left in the Ming Dynasty? If things don't work out, the situation will be easy. If you don't fight and wander wildly, there is no need to talk about gains and losses. A talented poet is naturally a prime minister in white clothes.
Fireworks in the alleys and picturesque barriers according to the agreement. Fortunately, I find the right person to look for. And nestle in the red and green, and your romantic affairs will be smooth in your life. Youth lasts for a while. Forbearing the false reputation, I drank the wine and sang in a low voice.
Huang Ying'er
Who owns the garden on a sunny day and in spring? The warm rhythm is latent, the valley is harmonious, the orioles are flying, and the fragrant trees are suddenly moving. Watching the dew wet golden clothes, the leaves reflect like whispers. The branches on the branches at dawn seem to be whispering their hearts and deep meanings.
The warm smoke comes out without any evidence, and then it goes away while the bees are wandering. Wild traces, two by two calling each other, finally singing in the wind and dancing in the fog. When I was a willow farmer in Shangyuan, I was deep in the flowers in the villa. At this time, Haiyan was partial to Rao, and I gave up my time.
The fragrance of snow and plum blossoms
The scenery is desolate, and the dangerous building stands alone in the clear sky. Song Yu responded to the sad autumn mood at that time. The lonely smoke in the fishing market is cold and green, and the remaining leaves in the water village dance in sad red. The Chu sky is vast, the waves are soaked in the setting sun, and thousands of miles are melting.
When the wind comes, I miss the beauty. After farewell, my face is sad and my eyebrows are narrowed. It's a pity that the rain and clouds were all over the place that year. The elegant and graceful posture is harmonious, the falling flowers and flowing water suddenly appear from the west to the east. There is no hatred and hatred, but love and affection, and I will give my all to Zhenghong.
The colorful clouds return
Heng Gao sails toward the evening boat. Qie Yunfan, Shuiyi Fish Village. At dusk, the sky is as clear as a clear painting, the river is quiet, and the bright moon is shining brightly. That Kan Ting, Qiang Guan from a distant village, leads away people to break their hearts. At this time, the waves are flowing and the wind is flowing, and the years are endless.
It’s so sad. The morning and evening feasts are sentimental and endowed with desolation. It's the most bitter thing to say goodbye, but as promised, there is still fragrance left in the sleeves. If you think about it, you will have a mandarin duck quilt and a phoenix pillow, and you will never think about it at night. In the place of love, only when there is a difference, a sentence will be unforgettable.
Ancient Qing Cup
The frozen water disappears, the morning breeze brings warmth, and spring fills the eastern suburbs road. Chichi Shujing, smoke and dew moistening, winding the long embankment and fragrant grass. Duan Hong flies back in hiding, the river and the sky are gone. The distant mountains change color, and the makeup and eyebrows are lightly swept. My eyes are thousands of miles away, and I am leisurely leaning on the dangerous rafters to see far away.
Moving a little will hurt the embrace of spring. No matter where you think of it, Shaoyang is too early. I want to see the famous garden, fragrant trees, and brilliant oriole flowers in Dili. Reminiscing about my youth. After a long day of mourning, drinking wine and listening to songs, spending money to buy laughter. After parting, I secretly regret how much time it will take.
Jade Butterfly
Looking at the place where the rain has stopped and the clouds have broken down, quietly watching the autumn light. The desolate evening scene makes Song Yu feel desolate. The water and wind are gentle, and the apple blossoms are getting older; the moon is cold and the dew is cold, and the phoenix leaves are turning yellow. Feeling sad. Where is the old friend? The smoke and water are vast.
Unforgettable. During the wine party during the period of writing, there was a lonely wind and moon, and the stars turned into frost many times. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and it is unknown where Xiaoxiang is. Thinking of the two swallows, it is difficult to rely on distant faith; pointing to the dusk sky, the empty consciousness returns home. Looking at each other sadly, in the sound of broken Hong, the setting sun rises.
Feng Qiwu
Shu brocade lichen silk steps. Winding corridors, leisurely searching at night. On the crescent moon of the jade-inlaid and carved lantern, people look at each other with a half-covered red leaf.
Rotating warm fumigation furnace and tent. The beautiful branches of Yushu lie beside each other. The wine is getting stronger, the spring thoughts are wandering, and the mandarin duck embroidery is turned red.
Reminiscing about the Imperial Capital
The weather with a thin quilt and a small pillow gives me the feeling of separation. After a few colder nights, I woke up and fell asleep again. After all, without sleep, a night is as long as a year.
I also planned to wait, but returned to collect the bridle. Fighting for Nai again, the plan has been made. Thousands of thoughts, many solutions, just relying on loneliness and boredom. I am tied to my whole body and soul, and I will bear your thousands of tears.
Ding the wind and waves
Standing on the long embankment, the evening breeze rises indifferently. The showers have stopped, and the sky is desolate. Thousands of willow trees are blocked, covering thousands of miles of arrow waves. Boats and carriages are heading here, and everyone is competing for fame and fortune. Thinking of the prodigal son, driving around all day long, I feel that my hometown is far away.
What do you mean? The embroidery pavilion is lightly thrown away, the brocade characters are rare, and the years are spent leisurely. I'm tired of my travels, I'm tired of my illness, I've recently learned all about the taste of official travel. Who can send this sentiment and vertical note to me? Even if Meng Guang and Zheng learn about me, they will become more and more haggard day by day.
Qi's
Late autumn. A light rain fell on the courtyard. The chrysanthemums on the threshold are sparse and sparse, and the wells and trees are scattered and scattered with residual smoke. sad. Wangjiangguan. Flying clouds dim the setting sun. At that time, Song Yu felt sad and went to the water and mountain climbing. The long road passes by, and the travelers are miserable, listening tiredly to the murmuring of the Long River. The cicadas sing and the leaves fade, the crickets sing and the grass fades, making a corresponding noise.
The days in the solitary hall are like years. The wind and dew gradually change, quietly arriving at the end of the night. The sky is long and clear, the Jiang River is clear and shallow, and the moon is bright and beautiful. Thoughts linger. Looking at the scenery at night, it was nothing to behold, and I secretly thought about the past. Unknown and unlucky, the beauty of the red building is often delayed by the years.
The scenery in Dili is beautiful. In those days, there were banquets in the evening and joy in the morning. In addition, there are crazy friends and strange couples who compete with each other for singing and drinking. The scenery is like a shuttle, the old trip is like a dream, and the journey of smoke and water is so limited. Thinking of fame and gain, you will be haggard and linger for a long time. Chasing the past makes me sad. The leaked arrow moved and I felt slightly cold. Gradually, he whined and swallowed, and drew his horn several times. By the opposite window, the light is turned off to face the dawn, and I can't sleep without the shadow. (212 words)
Order of Lotus Picking
The moonlight has gathered, the clouds are light and frosty, and the sky is dawning. There are four guests, and the mood is bitter at this time. Cui'e held Linqi's hand and sent her to Zhuhu. Thousands of charming faces, standing there in silence, with tears, heartbroken and struggling to look back?
A leafy orchid boat is rushing to the waves. Greedy behavior, how can you know that there are thousands of square inches of separation, but drinking and hate, who's pulse is the same? Looking back, I can see that the important city has disappeared. Beyond the cold river, there are two or three smoke trees faintly visible.
Partridge Sky
The remaining smoke blows into the night wind. A bright moon rises above the curtain. Because the road is far away and the people are far away, even though the hearts are still in the same bed. Passionate and passionate. Biyun returned without a trace. I should have been trapped in two cages in my previous life.