Song dynasty: Lu you
On the city, the setting sun draws a corner to mourn, and the Shen Garden is not a revival pool platform.
Under the sad bridge, the spring waves are green, which used to be a stunning photo.
The dream is broken and fragrant for forty years, but the willow in Shenyuan doesn't blow cotton.
This body is a land of mountains and mountains, or a trace of death.
A poem describing beautiful memories: partridge sky, drunk shooting spring shirt, cherishing old fragrance.
Song: Yan
Borrowing a spring shirt makes me feel a little tipsy, thinking back, and the spring fragrance is old. The separation and hatred of heaven tormented my sparse distribution. On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset.
The top of a building; Deng Wang Lou; Far away, boundless water. Where are the people who want to get back on the road? Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears.
Poems describing fond memories: Xie Chichun joined the army at the age of seven.
Song dynasty: Lu you
I joined the army in the prime of my life, and I was once swallowed up. Clouds are high and light, and wolves fly at night. Zhu Yan's temple is green, and he is guarded by Ge Xi. Laughing at the crown of Confucianism made many mistakes.
The dream of fame and fortune is shattered, but the boat belongs to Wu Chu. Sad songs, mourning the past. The smoke from the kitchen is boundless, and you can see where Qin Guan is. Sigh the fleeting time, and waste time.
Poems describing fond memories: Xie Chichun joined the army at the age of seven.
Song dynasty: Lu you
I joined the army in the prime of my life, and I was once swallowed up. Clouds are high and light, and wolves fly at night. Zhu Yan's temple is green, and he is guarded by Ge Xi. Laughing at the crown of Confucianism made many mistakes.
The dream of fame and fortune is shattered, but the boat belongs to Wu Chu. Sad songs, mourning the past. The smoke from the kitchen is boundless, and you can see where Qin Guan is. Sigh the fleeting time, and waste time.
A poem describing fond memories: Sauvignon Blanc, visiting the West Lake.
Song: Kang
Nanfeng, Beifeng, in the mist of lake light. Spring comes to worry about killing Nong.
Lang yiqiang, concubine is strong. Oil-walled cars are light, and nine miles meet.
Poems describing fond memories: "Butterfly Lovers" and "Painting Pavilion" return to the Spring Festival Evening.
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
It's late spring when the gallery returns. Swallows fly in pairs, willows are soft and peach blossoms are shallow. The yard is full of Mao Mao rain and strong wind, and no one sees it.
Lonely and confused. The grass is flourishing, but I still remember the south bank of the Yangtze River. Romantic heartless people secretly change, and the old tour is like a dream.
Poems describing beautiful memories: dreaming, longing for spring.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
There are peaches and plums planted in front of the hall, and there is infinite shade in Qing Zi. A hundred tongues wake up in spring outside the curtain. A layman, a layman. Don't forget the small bridge.
Poems describing good memories: Go to Ruzhou County Tower/Ruzhou Tower.
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
At dusk, drums beat like a border state, and I arrived at this building thirty years ago.
Today, the mountain city is sad not only for autumn, but also for tears.
A poem describing fond memories: Farewell to lovers.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Clear water does not move, peach blossoms are on the shore.
Peach blossoms make water color, and waves shake spring color.
I like my son's beauty and my articles.
The wind blows away the green harp, which is purple in curvature.
Once a fish in the water, now two birds.
Mourning is a long crow, until five o'clock every night.
Fold the acacia tree and give it to your heart.
Water under the bridge, the clouds are light and the wind is light.
A poem describing good memories: Sauvignon Blanc last autumn.
Song dynasty: anonymous
Last autumn, this autumn, people on the lake were happy and worried. The West Lake still flows.
Wu and Jia turned around fifteen years ago. Life is over, Hugh.
A poem describing beautiful memories: Jiuquanzi, remembering the West Lake.
Song Dynasty: Pan Lang
Remember the West Lake. Looking at the balcony all day: fishing boats in twos and threes, the island is crisp in autumn.
The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk. Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.
A poem describing beautiful memories: small peach red, autumn rain and bean flowers are cool.
Yuan Dynasty: Zhang Kejiu
A city with bean curd in autumn, which is very cool, you can see Pingshan. Unlike when Jianhu is on the lake, Jinyun is fragrant, and lotus pickers talk about lotus flowers. The west wind flies, Qingxi fishermen sing, and hate is blown into the blue waves.
A poem describing beautiful memories: flowers in the rain, Lingnan works
Song Dynasty: Zhu Dunru
The old country of that era was very proud, shooting elk in the garden and taking a long walk. Yes, lush, Chixian Shenzhou. Good times are never empty, and winning friends are all together. Swim to Yichuan Snowy Night, Luopu Flower Dynasty and Zhanduan.
Roll up your bedding, burn the land south, and drag on learning from Liu. The empty man said, dragon lies, who will get the seal? Sai Yan goes north every year, and the wild river goes west every day. This life is old, unless it is a spring dream, it is important to the Eastern Zhou Dynasty.
A poem describing good memories: Nanxiangzi Biyue Xiaohonglou
Song Dynasty: Sun Weixin
Listen to the flute and reminisce about the past in the small red chamber in Biyue. First frost is cold and dry, and the sky is like water, Yangzhou. Fortunately, fame is always worrying.
The dust is black. The needle and thread are hard, and my fingers are soft. After 30 years of dreaming, rest. Empty is a plum blossom with a white head.