I often think of dusk by the river.
As drunk as a fiddler, we didn't remember anything on the way back!
Back on the boat at night,
Mistaken into the depths of lotus.
Fight for crossing, fight for crossing,
Frightened, all the egrets in the shallows flew away.
Wang's resentment against Qingzhao
The waves on the lake are boundless,
Autumn is dusk, red and fragrant.
Water and mountains are close to people,
Endless, infinitely beautiful.
Lotus seeds are getting old,
Clean dew and wash, apple flowers and grass.
The heron sleeping in Sha Ou will not look back,
Like hate, people return early.
Yi Jian Song Mei Li Qingzhao
Red lotus root fragrance, jade lingering in autumn,
Gently untie Luo Shang,
Alone in the blue boat.
Who sent the brocade book?
When the word goose came back,
Moonlight shines on the West Temple.
The withered petals are scattered all over the floor, and the water flows smoothly.
A kind of acacia,
Two luxury.
I can't eliminate this situation,
Just frown,
But in my heart.