she went out from the purple palace into the desertland, she has now become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
you can laugh several times in your life, but you must be drunk when you meet in a wine fight.
a cluster of dark flowers is endowed by people in ten households.
at the end of the year, Wan Li has not returned.
a line of letters tears a thousand times, so cold that your clothes are gone?
yet ask her for this song and, with the first few words of it, see how she tries to hold back her tears.
I went to the country for six thousand miles, and I died for twelve years.
a branch of red dew condenses fragrance, and it is heartbroken in vain.
lying in Dongshan for thirty years, I'm afraid the book and sword are old and dusty.
in a spring dream, the rain often floats on the tiles, and the spirit wind is not satisfied with the flag all day.
a letter plays nine heavens in the morning, and eight thousand in Chaoyang Road in the evening.
there are thousands of branches of spring breeze in a tree, which is softer than gold and softer than silk.
a general's success is a waste of bones.
when riding a princess in the world of mortals and laughing, no one knew it was litchi.
a setting sun is spreading in the water, and half the river is rustling and half the river is red.
What is hidden in a sealed letter will be uncovered by Dongfeng.
I have dreamed of Yangzhou for ten years, and I have won a poor reputation as a brothel.
Twenty-five strings play jathyapple, but you can't clear your grievances but fly back.
On the moonlit night at the Twenty-four Bridge, where do jade people teach flute playing?
February spring breeze is like scissors.
an eight-foot dragon needs a square brocade mattress, when it is cold and the weather is not cold.
When children meet strangers, they smile and ask where the visitors come from.
several early warblers compete to warm the trees, whose new swallow pecks at the spring mud.
several places are blowing and sucking the moonlight night, and who is leaning on the sword and white clouds?
when did you get so confused that you were so gossamer?
cycles of change have moved into the past, while still this mountain dignity has commanded the cold river.
it is almost as hard for friends to meet, as for the morning and evening stars.
life only coincides with Yangzhou's death, and Zen wisdom and mountains light up the tomb field.
when you reach your destiny, don't worry about it, and drink wine and climb the stairs.
where in life we don't stray from others, and the road to the world will be divided for a while.
oh, let a man of spirit venture where he pleases, and never tip his golden cup empty toward the moon!.
in the mirror of life, in the screen of birds.
people hate when they are idle, but it is difficult to attract the soul from ancient times.
personnel have hypertension, ancient, modern, to and fro.
I don't know where to go, but peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze.
the peach blossoms in human face set each other off.
heaven's nine doors reveal the palace and its courtyards, all countries dress up late.
fire-flies are gone now, have left the weathered grasses, there is a crow hanging on the weeping willow in the past.
The deer in the Central Plains is not owned by people.
when a husband doesn't say goodbye to his children, he tears his clothes and towels.
the husband does not shed tears, nor does he spill the parting room.
thousands of households become weeds, only because of a backyard flower.
I have come three thousand miles away. Sad now with autumn, and with my hundred years of woe, I climb this height alone.
in an endless cold light of massive snow, tall flags on three borders rise up like a dawn.
from ten thousand valleys the trees touch heaven, on a thousand peaks cuckoos are calling.
Three mountains and a half fall outside the sky, and Bailuzhou is divided into one water.
yet his will, among the Three Kingdoms at war, was only as one feather against a flaming sky.
in three hundred years, I dreamed of the same dream. Where is the dragon plate in Zhongshan?
in the three-year flute in Guan Shanyue, there was a wind of grass and trees in front of the soldiers of all countries.
In the third spring, the white snow returns to the Qing Tomb, and the Yellow River in Wan Li encircles Montenegro.
the third summons weighted him with affairs of state, and to two generations he gave his true heart.
the large strings hummed like rain, the small strings whispered like a secret. Noisy ...
the way is broad like the blue sky, but no way out before my eye.
the dusty desert is getting dark, and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen.
the desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook.
the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen.
I went to but he failed, in either place, to find the one he looked for.
and, after a night of mountain rain, a tree can copy a hundred springs.
the mountain starts from the human face, and the cloud is beside the horse head.
here birds are alive with mountain-light, and the mind of man touches peace in a pool.
mountain flowers are like hometown cheeks, and Jiang Huo is like fireflies.
the mountains besieged the old country, and the tide hit the empty city and returned to loneliness.
the coming events cast their shadows before them.
pine nuts fall in the mountains, you also seem to be awake.
after the rain, all the flowers in the mountain city are blooming, and the banyan leaves are full of warblers.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, the empty horse-riding place on the snowy mountain.
the setting sun will go away on the mountain, and the water and eyes will be empty.
there is no rain on the mountain road, and the air is green and wet.
Xiao Lian's body is dead all night, and he has been reported to Zhou Shi to enter Jinyang.
the sunset is infinitely good, buried by the coming night.
a hundred mountains and no bird, a thousand paths without a footprint.
Chihiro iron lock sank to the bottom of the river, and a stone fell out.
thousands of villages are like cold food, and no one can see flowers.
thousands of miles of warblers sing green and reflect red, and the water village, mountain fruit and wine flag wind.
yet we called and urged a thousand times before she started toward us, you are half-veiled.
a thousand years' fame, ten thousand years' fame, what good, when you are dead and gone.
song of the Tartars on her jade guitar, telling her eternal sorrow.
Nu Wa tried to make up for the sky by refining stones, which shook the autumn rain.
it's flying down three thousands of feet, and it's suspected that the Milky Way has set for nine days.
the heart of the country is infinite, and a wild goose crosses the south tower.
meet immediately without paper and pen, and report peace with your message.
Ma Sibian's grass and fists are moving, and he is eager to sleep in Qingyun.
The Queen Mother's peach blossoms are red for thousands of times, and how many times did Peng Zu Wu Xian die?
Banquet Noodle Nursery, to talk mulberry and hemp with our cups in our hands.
You Gong is far away from Gumobi, so you should talk about Wan Li.
stark sounds the fifth-watch with a challenge of drum and bugle, the stars and the River of Heaven pulse over the three mountains.
all five Holy Mountains, without a thought of distance, according to the one constant habit of my life.
clouds hiss at the blue wall, while rivers sound at the white sand.
wildgeese through the clouds are still calling to the moon there, Longshang sheep look for grass smoke.
clouds and light invade the tracks, while mountains and green flowers brush people's clothes.
a Forbidden City roof holds two phoenixes in cloud, the foliage of spring shelters multitudes from rain.
the clouds want clothes, flowers and capacity, and the spring breeze blows the threshold to reveal the richness.
where is the home of yunheng Qinling? The snow held the horse back.
of white cloud and red cloud dawning from the sea, of spring in the wild-plum and river-willow.
there is no storm in the traffic jam, and jathyapple will not enter the customs.
leaves are dropping down like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river always rolling on.
nothing is United, and fireworks can't be cut.
infinite drought seedlings are dying, and the leisurely place is a strange peak.
who is heartless and hateful? Exposed smoke cries thousands of cigarettes.
no matter who is ruthless or resentful, the moon breeze is clear and ready to fall.
the most heartless is Taicheng willow, which is still a smoke cage.
countless sailong flies, and the autumn wind is involved in Xiao Khan.
crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, but hoping that Bingzhou is my hometown.
marry a rich man for no reason, and live up to the early days of Xiangzi.
I was banished for my blunders, by a wise ruler, I have been sick so long I see none of my friends.
I don't see the hometown book spreading fir feet, but I see the new moon spitting moths and eyebrows.
I don't see the Liaohai Sea every year, where is the article crying about the autumn wind!
there is no need to look back on the railing, and the hometown is seventy-five pavilions.
if you don't know the farmer's hard work, you will trample the wheat green with pride.
I don't know where to blow the awning pipe, and I want to see my hometown all night.
I don't know if the water spray comes first, but it is suspected that it has not disappeared after winter snow.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors.
I don't know what a rotten mouse tastes like, but I guess I haven't stopped.
You don't have to watch all the fish dragon shows, but you will finally send the king to anger and suppress the teacher.
you don't need to drink and drink, because there is no hero in the world.
today's people love the ancients.
the world is divided into three parts, and the rogue is Yangzhou.
if the gods are buried several times in the sky, the sound will not be cut off.
peaches and dew seeds are planted in the sky, and red apricots are planted in the clouds on the side of the sun.
Tianmen interrupted the opening of the Chu River, and the clear water flowed east to the north.
earth endures, heaven endures; some time both shall end, while this unending sorrow goes on and on for ever.
Baiyun Spring is on Tianping Mountain, and the clouds are idle without water.
I was born to be useful, spin a thousand pieces of silver, all of them come back!.
the night in day order is as cool as water, lying and watching the morning glory and the weaver star.
if there is love in the sky, it will be old.
Tianhe turns back to the stars at night, and Yinpu clouds learn underwater sound.
though the eternal change of heart is broken, it is not much more than hurting the spring.
the martyrs in Tianya shed tears in the air, but the strong souls in the ground will bite the umbilicus.
there is no battle in a quiet place in the world, and the sales of soldiers are like the sun and the moonlight.
the rain in Tianjie is crisp, but the grass color is not near at a distance.
providence has pity on the grass, and it is sunny on earth.
seeing the purchase of the water sword of Ruoyexi, the Ming Dynasty returned to the Monkey King.
though no youthful clerk meant to be a great general I throw aside my writing-brush, like the student who tossed off cap for a lariat I challenge what may come.
when a young boy leaves home, the old man returns, and the local accent has not changed.
teenagers' worries are like clouds.
your father died; you left home young, nobody knew of your misfortunes.
at sunset, the pavilion is full of sorrow, and there is a song of mourning in the smoke.
at dusk, candles were handed out in the Han Palace, and light smoke was scattered into the house of the Five Emperors.
people are far away from waking up at dusk, and it's raining all over the sky.
The number of peaks at sunset is as green as dye, and businessmen say it is Ruzhou Mountain.
Niu Niu's herbivores don't touch each other, and the butler cuts off his head.
and a mist from the Yun and Meng valleys, has beleaguered the city of Yueyang.
I climbed to the hall, sat on the steps, and drank the rain-washed air, banana leaves and big branches are fertilizer.
from then on, the quiet window smells fine rhyme, and the piano sounds long with the reader.
you can't find it for a long time under the moon, but it's rare in your eyes since ancient times.
how much brighter the moonlight is at home!.
Yuetu is empty medicine, and Fusang has been paid.
frosty night, Jiang Feng, fishing and catching fire, is worried about sleeping.
my messengers are scattered by whirls of rain and sand, it is hard to go.
The wind is fragrant with Cui Xiao and Juan Juan, and the rain is red and fragrant with Ran Ran.
the sound of the wind scares both sides, and the moon athwart my solitary sail.
when the wind blows, the apes mourn, birds are flying homeward over the clear lake and white sand.
birds flock and sing when the wind is warm, flower-shadows climb when the sun is high.
and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements.
the autumn wildgeese have a long wind for escort, as I face them from this villa, drinking my wine.
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
flowers muffle a bell in the Palace of Bliss, and rain has deepened the Dragon Lake willows.
it's worse to hate people's hearts than water, and make waves casually.
Chang hen-chun couldn't find a place, so I don't know where to turn.
Today, people don't see the ancient moon, but this month they used to look at the ancients.
today's people scoff at the spread of fu, and they don't feel that the former sages are afraid of the later generations.
Today, the mountains and rivers are crying, and the sadness is not only for the autumn.
listen to your song today, and take a glass of wine for a while.
she seems to be fluting, even now, a reed-song of home, filling every soldier's eyes with homesick tears.
connecting the present with the past, Long song is nostalgic.
today, adding Zhu long to the county is the result of blood.
I'm looking forward to the full moon tonight. I wonder whose home Qiu Si will be?
tonight, I know that the air is warm in spring, and the sound of insects is fresh through the green window screen.
this spring has passed again. when is the year?
a poet should beware of prosperity, yet demons can haunt a wanderer.
Yi Jun is far away in the Xiaoxiang Moon, and the sorrow grows in the dream of an ape.
did you go to Duling when you came to ask the newly arrived geese in Xiasha?
heart music knows everything, but sorrow is hard to say.
the heart is like a hundred flowers in bloom, and it is urged by spring every year.
Baling unlimited wine, drunk to kill Dongting autumn.
how long can it be good to treat others with color?
Narcissus wants to go to carp, and hibiscus cries a lot all night.
the sound of water changes from the east to the city, and the mountains rise from the north to the palace.
the heart of the water does not compete, but the cloud cares too late.
I advise you not to speak clearly. It is difficult to speak clearly.
I advise you to drink a glass of wine more, and there is no reason to go out in the west.
I advise you to get as drunk as a fiddler all day long, and the wine will not reach Liu Ling's grave!
I advise you not to cherish the gowns, but to cherish your youth.
it's the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze river, and it's the time when flowers fall.
the scenery is not treated with respect, and the mulberry field needs to be changed in an instant.
the stone veins are dripping with water and sand, and the ghost lights are like painted pine flowers.
I don't know how much singing and dancing can do, so I have to reduce the palace kitchen to a thin waist.
I decide that not my mother-in-law, but my husband's young sister shall have the fiat taste.
fame and fortune are only taken at once, which is really a hero's husband.
if fame and wealth exist, Hanshui River should also flow to the northwest.
pure of heart and therefore hungry, all night long you have sung in vain.
I've never understood the kindness of Tibetans, and I've talked about things with everyone everywhere.
I have been a teacher and friend all my life, and I dare not cry with you.
Pingyang song and dance is a new favorite, and the spring cold outside the curtain gives a brocade robe.
The curtain of Yuhu couldn't be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil. Some time ...
and the tear-drops drifting down her sad white face, were like a rain in spring on the blossom of the pear.
Yu Yan is not as beautiful as Western jackdaw, but she still brings the shadow of Zhaoyang.
The high dew withered the maple trees, and the Wuxia in Wushan was gloomy.
we met last among flowers, among flowers we parted, it's been a year since the flowers bloomed today.
there is no trace of the past and the future, and the breath is like love.
the mayor wound their turbans for them when they started out, look for the head and defend the border.
through ancient woods without a human track, but now on the height I hear a bell.
sober men of olden days and sages are forgotten, and only the great drinkers are famous for all time.
singing old beloved songs, which no one cares for any more.
the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Lang, and the copper finches are locked in Er Qiao in spring.
the east wind can't solve the problem of blowing away the sorrow, but the spring day can cause the hatred for a long time.
sunrise in the east and rain in the west, the road is clear and sunny.
The world doesn't know Dong Fangshuo, and the Great Hidden Golden Gate is a fallen fairy.
the world needs gold to make friends, but not much gold is not deep.
there is no such thing as a deaf man, but Yao and Zhi!
and this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.
but, with ways of the world too strange to foretell, spring only brings me grief and fatigue.
on the third night of September, the dew is like a real pearl and the moon is like a bow.
poor bones beside the wuding river, still a dream girl.
poor man's clothes are simple, and he is worried about charcoal. I wish it were cold!
poor midnight empty front seats, don't ask people to ask ghosts and gods.
and girls here watch the same melancholy moon, that lights our Chinese warriors.
Lu Juzi has low mountains and heavy rain, while palm leaves are cool with water and air.
the north pole will never change when it moves, and the thieves of the western hills will not invade each other.
Let's buy wine for Bai Yunbian on the moonlight in Dongting.
my fields and gardens wrecked by the war, my own flesh and blood become scum of the street.
but before he could conquer, he was dead, and heroes have wept on their coats ever since.
in the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qian Yan flew into the homes of ordinary people.
return to your eyes and die with the geese, and your heart is in the midst of a broken ape.
Xunba Luoyang native, in Yangzhou trees linger bell-notes of evening.
but toward which corner of the mountain, how can I tell, through all these clouds?.
and suddenly to find you seems like a dream, with a catch in the throat, we ask how old we are.
who can marry and live in the house of a neighbour, while under the sod we bury our boys.
Cong Ju shed tears on another day, and the lonely boat is the heart of her hometown.
Ercao's body and name are destroyed, and rivers will never be wasted.
the fairy palm and the moon are alone, and the long door lights are dim for several times.
If I am Qing Di in the next year, I will report it to Peach Blossom.
he didn't have to escape his name when he was young, and now he is half a king in the world.
birds go to the mountains, and people sing and cry.
birds stay in the trees by the pool, and monks knock on the door of the moon.
where are the birds singing and the flowers falling? If the bamboo dies, the tung will wither and the phoenix will not come.
clouds, when I look back, close behind me, mists, when I enter them, are gone.
the white clouds are still scattered, whose home is the bright moon?
the white clouds reflect the water and shake the empty city, and the white dew drops the autumn moon.
if the day is not as sincere as mine, there is nothing to worry about in Qiguo.
the yellow river comes from outside.
white water flows eastward at dusk, and the green hills are still crying.
the ladies-in-waiting have grown white-haired, debating the pomps of Emperor Xuanzong.
the white hair is 3, feet, and the sorrow is like a long one.
Bai shou must indulge in wine when singing, on the green spring-day that starts me home.
Snow White felt that spring was late, so she wore a courtyard tree as a flying flower.
peach blossoms rained in Lanxi for three days, and carp came to the beach at midnight.
it is better to be a centurion than a scholar.
I'd rather be an idle poet for the universe, and a thief for sex.
I always remember that the rivers and lakes are white-haired, and I want to go back to heaven and earth and enter the boat.
I hear the lonely notes of a bugle sounding through the dark, in.