1, Jinling Song Farewell Fan Xuan Author: Li Bai. Rock is like a tiger, and Ling Bo wants to cross the Cangjiang River. The trend of Zhongshan Dragon Plate is coming, and the beautiful trees are beautiful. For more than forty years, fame and fortune flowed eastward. Who is the son of Little White Horse? He went to prison when he was too young. In the past, Jinling was magnificent and swept the heroic world. The crown is scattered into smoke, and the golden jade seat is turned into cold ashes.
When the blade was buckled, it was sad and empty, and Chen Liang's bones were all messed up. Shen Jingyang, the dragon, is good. Who sings the flowers in the backyard of Yushu? There's no way to be sad here. Now stay away from Changchun grass. Send the heart of Wan Li to the Yangtze River. He visited Nanshan in 1996.
2. Jiangnan officials who left Cao Nan Author: Li Bai. I once caught the white dragon and set it free by the stream. The toll wants to go, waving your hand makes the sky pale. It doesn't matter then. Just talk and laugh. Pay less and accomplish nothing, and build a chapter when you come back. Ten years later, laugh at the western world, and autumn frost looks in the mirror. Closed sword glass box, alchemy purple jade room. He has a clear figure and a tiger bag hanging around his waist. Immortals drive Cai Feng, aiming at poverty. There are four or five lovers, and Pei Hui has not skyrocketed. East to send the day, suddenly singing Lan Huifang. There is no way in the fairy palace, and the old people in the world urge them to hide. ?
Say, sentence Jian, Qu Ping went to conceive the king. Fluttering purple Xia Xin, Jiang Lang in wandering memory. Mourning for Wan Li's farewell, there is this title later. Huaishui looks at the state, and Jinling goes around Danyang. The balcony shines on the sea, and the clothes and horses shake the Sichuan light. And this north looking gentleman is similar to tears. In the dream, the clouds fall and the Yao chapter is empty. Di Zi is separated from Dongting, and the green maple is full of xiaoxiang. Huai army has a long way to go, and the ancient feelings are bleak. Climb a mountain overlooking a hundred rivers, and I will always hate it. I love Emei. I ride a sheep.