Lu yousong
In front of the Gaosi slope, the flames are soaring, and the blood is flowing downstairs in Nanding; There are dead people lying everywhere in the alley.
The state spans the southwest, and peace and fire spread every night; I'm afraid it includes gangrene and collapse, and the city is as strong as iron.
Never guard the border and be expected. Even if you are treacherous and angry, you will lose your life first.
Who is the victim today? I don't know my name until I die!
Yan Shijun, Luzhou, is one mile deep and three feet deep in the south of the city, and the spring makes its left sound.
Lu yousong
Diaodouyun Watanabe, guest boat sand mountain pavilion.
When the water rises, you are worried about the Three Gorges, and when the water is short, it is still a two-rock tour.
Jiao Jiao Yun Qi, the dragon, and the piano around the sofa.
Who knows if you will come to try tea with your guests when you are alive.
Sudden rainstorm in Nanding Building
Lu yousong
I traveled all over Liangzhou to Yizhou and made another trip to Luzhou this year.
Jiangshan re-competes for eyes, and the wind and rain rush to the building.
People say that Zhu is a parting hole, and Yin Ge is the next Wu Zhou.
Tianya has a stable life and returns to the heart, but it looks awkward.
Luzhou general
Wen Tianxiang dollar
Lost in the southwest, armor all over the sky.
A master is worried about disaster, and it is embarrassing to sigh.
New Year's Eve
bright red
Changes in defending the country,
The traffic police in the beacon smoke shook the sky.
Fortunately, the wine city was safe and sound, and another year passed.
Looking back at the army and remembering my hometown, it is cold in the wind, cold in the frost and cold in the snow.
Andrew helped drown in advance, and finally wrote about suppressing martial arts.
Sake mash
the Kingdom of Wei（220-265 A.D）
(Korean)
Wu Tian is far away,
Collecting clouds and fluttering;
There is mash in southern Sichuan,
Fragrant;
When the stove is stewing,
Moisten my heart;
Let me think,
Write a poem with a pen.
Luzhou trip
Du fu's songs
I met my old age on my way home since I became famous in the past.
Jiangshan shines brilliantly, and the ancient fortress city is purple.
On behalf of talented people, I will explore calligraphy, and I will tie strings and poems.
Three cups of shame, no words to thank the Lord.
divert oneself
Du fu's songs
Remember to pick lychees in Lurong, and the green maple reflects the stone.
In Beijing, I am used to your color, and the red one only knows its sweetness and sweetness.
Tell the past and give it to Jiang Yang Slaughterhouse.
Libaitang
Taber made the world, and Zhong Yong made waves. The breeze swings through the ages, and the traces are high with the stars.
Lu Shiying is arrogant. In ancient times, many kings held sacrifices, and Yue was Cao.
When he was a romantic teenager, Luo Jing wandered around. Yanling sword at the waist, jade belt bead robe.
I used to be a cockfighter, and I even extended five tombs. Invite the phase coverage organization, oh, I'm afraid of losing.
It can drive thousands of people, and the pommel horse is easy. Hurriedly clear the constitutional platform and take off the north gate.
Jiang was slaughtered, and the thorn tree was Lan Fang. Why is the gate solemn? Frost flies in May and Autumn.
Good birds choose wood to live in, and high talent will determine han tang. When I came back from the house, the silk tubes were in a row.
But it's a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and there's no reason. Lotus blooms in Jiangbei and Myrica rubra ripens in Jiangnan.
While drinking, Huai Xian was in his mind. Hang seats to meet the bright moon in the sea and take the wind to Changchuan.
Sell more Xinfeng headlands and boats full of beaches and streams. I met someone halfway to the door.
Laugh as drunk as a fiddler and have fun for life.
Huanxisha night drink
Su Songshi
Good wine smells from southern Sichuan.
Invite the bright moon to get drunk among the flowers.
It's especially uncomfortable not to enjoy three cups.
The night dew is cool and mixed with music.
Qingshan is poor in cassia twig and cold
Gaze at the jade pot room.
The spring scenery in Lu Chuan Cup is good.
Weizhuangtang
The spring in the Luchuan Cup is good,
Poetry and books are full of books.
A pot of sake,
At this time, my heart turned confused.
Oriole, don't be jealous,
Branches like sumo.
Drunk, lying in the sun,
Milling, I am the most stupid.
Luzhou
Ginseng soup
You came to Busan,
I said Jiangkou;
Instead of look at that flowers in the street,
Drink small city wine.
Nan ding ye yin
Ginseng soup
In front of Nanding Building, there are green grass.
There is little dust under the litchi tree.
Sanlu's name has been wrong for a long time.
Two waters will meet two Tianjin.
Qing ruohai merchant ship collection,
Prostitutes in red are in full swing.
Feelings don't destroy numbers,
Why not light candles on a beautiful night?
Litchi book brocade
Ginseng soup
Water mirror pill reflects crimson gauze sac, whose name was once heard by eighteen niangs. Make a brocade into a forest, recite it, and embroider it for the king.
Jade pot wine China has a banquet, and the round fans are fragrant and cool at noon. Wu Ji gave it a delicate hand with a smile. Why should the gold plate recommend betel nut?
In my dream, Jiangyang Litchi Dan felt colder on my pillow. Lazy said to the idiot, find a way to find old love in the cup!
Han Xi and Jane tasted a little drink.
Ginseng soup
Don't consider the length of a beautiful song,
Deng Hua is relatively disgraced.
Jiangyang wine is as ripe as brocade,
Don't get drunk after others.