Sun Guangxian's Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Willow Branches
The wind in Lumen is warm and the stems of flowers fall, and it flies all over the south of the Yangtze River where the snow is not cold.
It is unique to come to the water station at night, and many idle people rely on the red railings.
When there is a pond and a pavilion, it becomes misty, soaking it, turning it, growing and nourishing it.
It's like someone checking in and standing in line facing the spring breeze.
Although it is close to the Zhuo River, it is still close to the music and singing all day long.
Who can compare with the golden belt? How many people laugh at Huang Ying?
Thousands of trees are withered and complaining about the death of the Sui Dynasty, just like hanging from the Wu platform.
Fortunately, in the bright moon of Huaiyin, the flute in the restaurant is endless.
Wang Qi Reminiscing about Jiangnan
The snow in Jiangnan is light and plain in the clouds. The Qiong tree is suddenly surprised by the early arrival of spring, and the plum blossoms feel the dawn fragrance is cold. The cold shadow is clear and happy. The toads and jade are so different that it’s easy to watch them again in the clear night. Thanks to the couplet of poems by the women, the quilt is green and the curtain is green, and Ziyou takes advantage of the prosperity to spread the waves. It is a pity that the dancing hero is disabled.
Han Yuanji, Bodhisattvaman
The flowers in the snow in the south of the Yangtze River are like jade. Feng Liu Yue has a new outfit. Just golden clothes. Intensely scented with lemongrass. The chrysanthemums are bright and clear. But make up the plum face. There is nowhere to help you. More Spring Branch. Watching Snow in the Pavilion in the Heart of the Lake In the twelfth month of the fifth year of Chongzhen's reign, I lived in the West Lake. It snowed heavily for three days, and the sound of people and birds in the lake could not be heard. The day was fixed. I took a small boat, held my lavender clothes and had a fire, and went to the pavilion in the middle of the lake to watch the snow alone. The rime is foggy, and the sky, clouds, mountains, and water are all white. The shadows on the lake are only a trace of the long dike, a small pavilion in the center of the lake, a mustard with Yu Zhou, and two or three people in the boat.
When we arrived at the pavilion, there were two people spread out on a felt and sitting opposite each other. A boy was making wine and the stove was boiling. Seeing Yu, he was greatly surprised and said, "How can there be more people like this in the lake?" He pulled Yu to drink with him. Yu Qiang drank three large whites and said goodbye. When asked about his surname, he was from Jinling and was visiting here. Before getting off the boat, Zhouzi murmured: "Don't say that your husband is an idiot. He is even more idiotic than your husband."
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