What are the beautiful ancient poems? Charming eyes and soft willows. Song Wang Kun.
There is a breeze in the wind, and the fans of smoke float into thousands of spring worries. Begonia has not been wet by the rain, pear blossoms are like snow, but it's a pity that spring is half over. Now the past is hard to recall, and the soul in the dream walks around the boudoir building where you lived. Acacia exists only on the tops of clove branches and cardamom.
Huang Songgong Shao, jade case, stop sewing every social day.
Stop sewing every social day. How can I bear to see them flying in pairs? It's half spring in Jiangcheng today. A suit is still there, deep in the chaotic mountain, by the Guxi Bridge. Whose needle and thread is broken? Little by little, I burst into tears. Sunset loose saddle, grass shore. No one wears flowers, no one advises people to drink, and no one cares about drunkenness.
"Linjiang Deng Xiaoge reminisces about the past" Chen
I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying. Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent. In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn. It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked. Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.
Song Luyou, partridge lazy to learn Qingmen to grow melons.
Lazy to learn to grow melons. Only send fishing to the end of life. Two new swallows are on the shore of spring, and a piece of light seagulls falls on the beach at dusk. The singing is weak and dumb. Wine is like dew and flowers. Everyone asked where to go and laughed and said that the boat was home.
Song Lv Wei, Nanxiangzi, light rain blocked the boat.
The old light rain hindered the ship's navigation. People are crossing the ancient ferry in the smoke forest. You are drunk, if you want to make a statue, there is no reason. Who saw the shear wave flowing into the temple? Never stay up late. Yue Ming went upstairs alone. The water is full of mountains and rivers, gentle. Occupy the south of the Yangtze River.
Unpopular aesthetic poem 1, the moon turns dry, tears are more than rain.
2, the past is like a dream, and the silver Zheng is broken.
3. Bai Xuan's ink has not been dried, and it has not been returned when people realize it. Tears stay when writing, and the end of the word is cold.
I was raised by my parents when I was a child, but now I think about it.
5. I don't know what to cry when I haven't said it.
6, an inch of acacia. There is no place on earth that is arranged.
7, people will conquer nature, and half of them have no Hu Riyue for a long time.
8. It is difficult to climb over the mountains. Who is sorry for the lost people? Meet by chance, full of foreign guests.
9. I want to say that I am still resting, but I want to say that I am still resting, but it is a good autumn.
10, new crying marks overwhelm old crying marks, and heartbroken people remember heartbroken people.
1 1, there is no long rope in the sun, and water goes to the clouds to hate more.
12, don't blame Pingyang guest, tears fall, flute sounds sad.
Flowers, as high as my window, hurt a homeless man's heart, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere.
14, the beast furnace sank hookah, and pieces of green marsh flowers were written into the story of acacia.
15, forgetting what happened in the king's world, gained fame before and after his death.