There are few stars in the moon, the river is empty and the trees are silent —— Ode to Autumn Sound by Ouyang Xiu
The future is short, but it is long.
-A land machine "Short Song"
What happened in the mountains? Pine flowers make wine, and spring water decocts tea. -Zhang Kejiu's "The full moon, the story in the mountains"
The curtain can be locked for thousands of years.
Li He crossed the palace in March.
If you hate wine, you will get drunk. I'm afraid the Yangtze River is full of children's tears.
Always talk about "ancient parting"
Xitou all the way into the elegant, everywhere Xianju separated by apricot flowers.
Zhang Ji's quest for immortality
Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon. -Feng Yansi's "Magpie steps on the moon, who cares about leisure for a long time"
I haven't seen you for years, but I want to leave my feelings and don't hate being poor.
Li Qingzhao's "From Qixi to the Stars"
I love Fang with an elegant mind, and I can't bear the trouble of leaving. Immersed in water, passionate, and fragrant at the bottom of the cup.
1 1 Fang Ting jasmine, a man written by Liu Yong.
Young people don't stay for teenagers, but when do they rest? -Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi Xicheng Liu Yang Strong Alcohol Meat"
At the scene of the injury, the high city was broken and the lights were dusk.
A Qin Guan Man Ting Fangshan Mo Wei Yun
The running water is light and the sky is blue. It's a long way to go, but it's too cold at the top.
The beauty came, and she daydreamed infinitely.
Yan Shu's Confessions: Lotus and Jin Ju Fight for Incense
The fishing lamp is dim, and the guest dreams back. One heartbreak after another. Wan Li, the home of a lonely boat, shed tears every few lines.
A Ma Zhiyuan "Shouyang District Xiaoxiang Night Rain"
Look at the mountains and water, sit alone, listen to the wind and rain, and have a good sleep. Guests go to tomorrow, and flowers bloom and fall year after year. -"Freehand brushwork" Xu Ben
The drizzle is wet, and the grass hates every year.
A Feng Yansi's Nanxiangzi.
Plums are ripe in the window, and bamboo shoots come out of the forest under the wall. I don't even know if the rain will go in spring, but it will get deeper when it clears up in summer.
Fan Chengda's Xi Qing.
The emperor and the hermit are now like a dream, leaving only an empty name. There are only distant mountains and mountains; White clouds in the mountains, wind changes; Xiao Shan Xiao, want to drop green. -Su Shi's "Xiang Xing Guo Zi Li Qi Sai"
Time will only make people old, don't believe in sentimentality, leave the pavilion for a long time, and tears will wake up easily.
Yan Shu's "Picking Mulberry"
The sun, the moon and the stars are bright, the Ming river is in the sky, and there is no sound among the trees. Ouyang Xiu's Ode to Autumn Sound