The hangover is still very heavy, and my eyes are clear in the morning. Although old carelessness saves trouble, spring is still affectionate.
When you meet a guest, you will stand up and look for flowers. Chew gold with money, chisel it off, and write about silver merchants.
The official was injured and taught to send, but the official baby did not pick it up. Dancing with willows is not as good as singing with the tongue.
Hometown is really worth loving, and time can be light. Three years of cold food, all in Luoyang city. Nostalgia Notes of Cold Food Festival Shangyuan: Located in the east of Changping District. It borders Qintun in the southeast and Taoyukou in the northwest. This land was originally called the Garden of Dongyanzhou in the Tang Dynasty, and the village was named according to its relative position.
Cuju: Kicking stone ball originated in Qing Dynasty.
Old sloppy: old and lazy. Always be modest for the elderly.
Silver poppy (silver poppy | silver plaque): also called "silver plaque". Silver or silver-decorated container
Official baby: official prostitute
Village: generally refers to small towns: villages. Bai Juyi (772-846), a backcountry native of Xinzheng, Henan Province, was born in Letian, Xiangshan layman and Mr. Zuiyin, and his ancestral home was Taiyuan. He was a great realistic poet in the Tang Dynasty and one of the three great poets in the Tang Dynasty. Bai Juyi and Yuan Zhen * * * advocated the new Yuefu movement, and together with Liu Yuxi, they called the world "Bai Yuan" and "Bai Liu". Bai Juyi's poems have a wide range of themes, diverse forms and simple and popular language, and are known as "the poet's magic" and "the king of poets". Official to Hanlin bachelor, Zuo Zanshan doctor. In 846 AD, Bai Juyi died in Luoyang and was buried in Xiangshan. Up to now, there are Bai's "Changqing Collection", and the representative works include Song of Eternal Sorrow, Charcoal Man, Pipa Travel and so on. Bai Juyi
The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang River should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win. Dream into the blue bridge, and a few stars reflect the Pearl Lake. Clear water and red mountains reflect quinoa, and the sunset is still in the west of Xiaoqiao. There are thousands of maple leaves, and the river bridge is covered with dusk sails. The west wind blew the bridge trees into a mess. Autumn is where the yellow flowers are shy. Old vines are faint crows, small bridges are flowing, and old roads are thin horses. Singing warblers and dancing, the bridge is red with flowing water. Five units go straight down, the plum blossoms are infinite, and the wild bridge incense is not released. Begonia branches grow and fly to the west of the bridge. Sad Nanpu, broken bridge and slanting moon. The spring water in Jinqiao flooded Xia Hong, and the wind blew on the shore. Lonely plum, wild bridge, a person lying in a cold corner, thin shadows and dark books and knocking at the window. The leaf-picking nest warbler, rolling sheep in the flat waves, returning to the ship at an oblique day after breaking the bridge. Take the dog after the willow to enjoy the cool, and draw a bed on the south bank of the bridge. Friends should be having a good time in Nanqiao at this time, and the general's family are reluctant to disperse.