"butterfly lovers" has faded, but the red apricot is small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. ? Small catkins are blowing on the branches There are plenty of fish in the sea!
Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. The laughter died away, and so did the sound. Affectionate but heartless chagrin.
In Ding Feng, don't listen to the sound of knocking leaves through the forest, why not walk slowly singing? Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.
"Jiangchengzi" has lived and died for ten years, and it is unforgettable not to think about it. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. ?
Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty. ?
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. ?
It is expected that every year there will be heartbroken, moonlit and short matsuoka.
Jiangchengzi is full of thoughts on the horizon. Hello again. But in a hurry. Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty.
Who is with spring in order to ask how much east wind is left?
Sui dike dissolves in water in March. Back to Hong. Go to Wuzhong. Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.
Send me a thousand tears of lovesickness, which can't be exhausted, Chu Jiangdong.
When will there be a bright moon? Ask about Sky Wine. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight?
I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like!
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?
People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
The Xilin wall looks like a mountain peak on the edge of the ridge, with different heights.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
Drinking clear water on the lake, the water is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy.
If there are more dead beauties in the West Lake, C+ is so appropriate.
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo in Hui Chong Riverside Night Scene, which is the prophet of warm ducks in Riverside.
The Artemisia basket is full of short reed buds, which is when the puffer fish wants to fuck.
"Linjiang Xianzi" woke up after drinking Dongpo at night, and it seemed to be midnight.
Children should not even knock on the door when they snore and thunder, but listen to the sound of the river.
The dragon hates that this body is not mine, so forget the camp.
Dead of night, calm, the boat passed away, and Jiang Hai sent away the rest of his life.
"Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia" The river does not return, and the waves are exhausted. Romantic figures through the ages. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. As picturesque as a mountain, how many heroes there are at one time!
Think back to Gong Jin, when Xiao Qiao just got married, he was handsome, holding a feather fan and wearing a black silk scarf. He talked and laughed, and it's all over.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Things are like a dream, a bottle or a month.
These are ten of Su Shi's most beautiful poems that I compiled for you. Thank you for reading.