2. Seek a poem of flowers and wine. Tang Yin's poem of flowers and flowers ruined ten springs in an instant, and the rich garden was washed away.
I would like to ask the shepherd boy to set up wine and try plums, kind man. If Hua Dan is bullied by Rouwu, it is hard to guarantee that Yu Xiang will laugh at the tree god.
Looking forward to green shoes, everyone is a sleeper when they are tall. The setting sun is dark, the flute is long, and the spring breeze is turning again.
Accuse of going to the North Pole, rouge waste. Pour three feet of rain mud and embroider half a hook around the tree.
The dreamy color adds to the sadness in the mirror. The spring breeze is 150 minutes, and there are no flowers.
The new wine is about to pour green into the cup, but the faded face has turned into a mirror. If you can't see the rafters stealing incense, you will become a stinker.
In this way, the trees and tears withered. When the silkworm is busy at dawn, the bonus is like a flower.
Cold food spring seems to have no owner, and the butterfly flying next door is private. Even if money accumulates Beidou, it is difficult to bury stones in the wind and rain.
A wisp of smoke sticks to your temples when you sleep in the bed. Sit and watch wheatgrass bored and coquettish.
My honey is ripe, fragrant, sticky and white, and Liang Yan's nest is wet and red. The country is very beautiful, and it is pitiful. Why is the glass not empty?
Endure to see the clues under the wheels and fly west and east. Cui Huikong wrote the truth in the mirror, but it was difficult to convey the spirit in Luoshui.
National color comes naturally, life is thin, and peach is in spring. There is no brocade account around Jingu, and the green shoes are dusty.
One hundred times around the tree, who will be next year? The sky is blue and the clouds are horizontal, and the country garden is purple. Peach leaves are uneven, apricot flowers are scattered.
Dogs barked in the moonlight in the middle of the night, and the whole city was raining. If people don't come back and spring is gone, who will sing with them? Flowers weeping willows make it clear, and duckweed with purple back is good.
In March, I asked Fang to ride a phoenix couple, and I sang along for a while. Turn off the lights, the courtyard hurts the birds, and the terrace is wet.
Mo Wen Dong Jun complained of injustice, and his spontaneous sexual dreams were not clear. What happened in the spring dynasty was silent, and the court was surprised to see that Lou had taken shape.
Tears fly slightly and eyes are long. When a book has no intention of being lonely and angry, it has nothing to do with it.
And I'm glad the remnants are still there, so that I can repair the bamboo and report peace. Peach blossoms are empty and open and close almost every year; Since it is the end of March, there is no need for people to hate even winds.
On the eaves, the curtains are broken and the building is like a bully; Pick it up and put it in Paris for Luo, a pair of mandarin ducks. I am very sad and worried. The flowers are scattered and the temple is added.
Zhou Gaiyan speaks of spring in March, and the ripples are half curtain. Sick wine can't bear to turn to drama, listen to the wind and steer, and like to be late.
Red hands are painted on the moss in the green Yang Ying for the pity of the disabled. The first half of Yangliulou is regular, and it is late at night in the music theater.
It is difficult to grow flowers when burning, but Tintin won't be late when he leaks rain. The golden string sleeve cage is new and slippery, and the emerald eyebrows are drooping.
How worried you are about your amorous feelings, you can tell who you are worried about. Li Taihou catching up, Peng Feiping turned around and was at a loss.
I am haggard and tired, and I am full of mirror worries in March. It is better to die than to leave a sleeping shoe.
The beautiful spring tree is not yesterday, the grass is empty and buried in a mound. Apricot petals and peaches must be swept in piles, and youth and white hair feel decadent.
The listing of clams is surprising, and clams teach people to wash cups. Endure to sing hymns to send off the spring, and regret to urge Jie Gu thoroughly.
If business is not good enough to make money, I will be old, and I won't know if it will be bad until next year. You don't have to boast about it, and once you look down on Yi's family. Zhao Jun favored Mao Yanshou, but Yang-ti couldn't keep Zhang Lihua.
The juvenile in the deep courtyard is self-locked, and the levee is bright and red. Small bridges and flowing water are idle villages, but there are no dogs and frogs.
Full house laughter and strong company, don't worry about nine times a day. Season again surprised Liang Yan milk, China helpless gorge colt rush.
Sweet clothes hurt the waist and thin, and Liaoyang has no news. At dusk, the door is full of flowers, and the cow is crisp and recommends the cup in the palm.
At the Elk Terrace on the edge of Yazi City, the situation in spring is gradually relaxed. Clothes are like jade, and the rain pushes the window of the wine account.
Peach blossoms bear fruit like rain, carrying female butterflies over the wall. There are many leisure pavilions in the south of the Yangtze River, and Zhuhu Lake is still locked with moss.
Xie Chunrong, a peach and a plum, fights with the night. On the stranger, the new dimming, the wall is full of jade plates.
There is no trace in qinglian lane, and the embroidered waist feels fine. There is no need to be ruthless, because my generation is in love.
When the cluster is in existence, the lonely music bar is flooded. For thousands of years, the Qing tombs complained about emptiness, and Du Xuan only wrote poems.
Incense chasing horseshoes to ants, shadows and insect arms to spider silk. After searching for incense, I found the debt for the New Year and saw the branches full of songs.
Wheatgrass is grateful for the Chinese New Year, and it can be today without eight fights. * I was wrong to vote for the national color, and the fate was light, and I met the gold master.
Cuckoo cries blood in the middle of the night, and butterfly wanders to the bottom of the tree in spring. Color is empty, color is empty, I want to adjust my greed and anger.
The beautiful face and thin life are in a dilemma, and Yingying's presbyopia has been ruined by the world. Older Lu Ji is worried about marrying late, and the yellow bird is called spring sleep.
Life is seventy years old, and fighting for wine is 1000. Regret that it was too late to light a silver candle to cover the boat.
When flowers bloom, it will always be spring. Don't be envious or angry when flowers bloom. Know that the grass skull tomb is the person who hides his face in the red chamber.
Samby has taught Hugh to pan-wax, and firewood trains no longer need towels. Fairy dust and Buddha rob each other, and it goes without saying that the toilet bacteria have fallen down.
Chai Men is short in ploughing, and the pheasant grass garden is in spearmint. Xizi returned to the lake and dug a well. Zhaojun left the village.
The spring phoenix courtyard is closed in a deep cage, and it is drizzling. Pick up the residual red, throw it away, and teach it to stick to Ashan.
Banana wine is full of sleeve marks, and I cherish jade. Pity the trees singing in the wind outside the window, and live up to the bright moon and porch.
If you throw yourself into a well, you will die, and if you fall, you will thank the Lord. Grass grows in Cheung Chau at dusk, and the river is full of ghosts.
Shrike flies eastward to Yan Xi, and Wang Sun of Nanpu complains about getting lost. Birds call spring break, and rain makes flowers cry to the corner.
Maoyuan shade closed string tube, long lock the door during the day. In butterfly's dream, the music bar is full of memories.
Green shoes, cloth socks, thank you for traveling together, and the pink butterfly wasp cares for each other. When you are old, your feelings will change and you will not rest until you die.
There is no long-term plan in the sun and the moon, and there is near sorrow in the wine. A mountain is fragrant and silent in spring, and a blue cloud is separated from the red building.
Spring comes in a hurry, dazzling and prosperous, apricot shirts are warm at the beginning, and pear flowers in the deep courtyard hate windy. Sitting on the lamp all night, thinking about wine is reddish.
If Dong Jun asks fish and geese, his mood is in the rain. Wu Jiaoqi spring city, skillfully make the east wind shake the ground.
Lights shine on the eaves, flowers bloom and fall, and crows are still surprised to live in trees. Beauty is not for the heart of the piano, but for the sake of wine.
Quietly compare yourself with the mirror, and the mane is another year. In the dream of spring, the geese are shadowed, and the mud is a foot in front of the horseshoe.
It's hard to pour grey wine into a new love, only the sweet bag is pitiful. Deep courtyard material should be like flowers, Nagato worry about locking the sky like years.
Who is right, but idle peaches and plums, saying it is on the verge of sadness and joy. Flowers float with the wind, and spring leaves me like a legacy.
Five views fly around the Wuxia Gorge, and nine floors evoke spirits and fly to Chu Ci. There is no past when you are old, and there is glory when you are withered.
And the poem is thirty years old, who knows that the spring breeze is heartbroken? .
3. What are the poems about "wine" and "flowers"? 1. Today, I listened to a song by Jun, relying on the spirit of a glass of wine for the time being. Don Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou"
2. When will there be a bright moon? Ask heaven for wine. Su Shi's "Shuidiao Song Tou" in Northern Song Dynasty
Excuse me, where is the restaurant? The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village. Tang Du Mu's Tomb-Sweeping Day
4. Wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, hurry immediately. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. Liangzhou Qu by Don William Wang
We open your window and overlook the garden and fields, holding cups and talking about mulberry and hemp. Tang Meng passed by the village for the aged.
6 .. clusters of peach blossoms have no owner, and the lovely dark red reflects the light red. Tang Du Fu's Seven Flowers Alone by the Riverside
7. Peach blossoms on the waterfront are short and catkins are light. Three Poems of Tang Du Fu on December 1st
8. Red peach blossoms are tender and green willows are new. Tang Du Fu's early spring works, Mr. Fu.
9. Crazy catkins dance with the wind, and fine peach blossoms bloom with water. Tang Du Fu's "Nine Poems Wandering"
10. Although the peach and plum paths are ancient, gardenias and red peppers are colorful and unique. Tang Du Fu's "Looking at Garden Trees in Cold Rain"
4. Look for 20 songs with flowers, wine and grandchildren, each with a clear tune (1). Li Baiyun wants to dress flowers and play orchid and revlon.
If Yushan didn't see her, it would be Yaochi meeting under the moon. Antique (26th time) He was born in a secluded spring in Bai Bi, Li Tang, and the morning was clear.
Autumn flowers spit green water and dense leaves are full of smoke. Beautiful powder is peerless, who will pass the incense? Sit and watch the flying frost fade.
If I don't find the root cause, I would like to believe in the edge of Huachi. Tang Libai has the talent to make love in the river, and he can't put it down.
The water drops on the lotus leaf, but they don't roll round. This beautiful beauty is hiding in the colorful clouds, trying to give her flowers, but far away.
Acacia and meeting life, melancholy in the bleak autumn wind. 4 Half-rolled incense curtain and half-covered door, ground ice into soil, jade as a basin.
Steal a pear for three cents and borrow a plum blossom for a soul. The moon cave fairy sews robes, and the woman who always wipes crow marks in my heart in autumn.
Who is shy and silent? I'm tired of leaning against the west wind at night. Asked Chrysanthemum if she wanted to know Qiu's feelings, she murmured that she was knocking on Dongli with her negative hand.
Who hid when you were lonely and proud, and the same flowers came late in the end? How lonely the frost in the garden is, how can I miss my illness? If you don't talk about anything in the world, why not explain it? "Lotus Beautiful Lotus" Su Dongpo Xia Baodi and Bi are naturally romantic styles.
Under the cover of thick green, a thousand beauties shine on the water, so red and so white. Every time I bow my head, it is a bright moon and a cool breeze, which is very depressing and speechless.
In the end, you have to let go, the boat will go, live in the depths of a thousand villages and see the color of Iraq. Li Yu: Nice to meet you (Hua Lin thanks Chun Hong). Hua Lin thanked Chunhong. She was in a hurry, but she had no choice but to be late in the cold rain.
When do you still have a heavy drink when you are in tears? Natural people hate water when they grow up! "Falling Flowers" Li Shangyin left as a guest, leaving the rank of the inner room and the petals, lost in my small garden. Winding along my winding path, all the way to spring.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry. Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
Lin Zifang and Yang Wanli of Chu Xiao Jingci School. After all, the scenery of the West Lake in mid-June is different from that at four o'clock. Lotus leaves will not turn green the next day, and lotus flowers are particularly bright red in the sun.
A thin shadow is covered with jade, and there are small bluebirds, and the branches stay together. Meet in the guest, hedge corner dusk, nothing to lean on bamboo.
Zhao Jun doesn't like Hu Shayuan, but remembers Jiangnan and Jiangbei. I want to wear a ring and come back on a moonlit night to become this flower.
I still remember the old story of the palace. The man sleeps and flies near the moth green. There is nothing better than the spring breeze, no matter what it is, it has already arranged for the golden house to hide its beauty.
I also taught a song "Go with the Flow", but I complained about the sorrow of Yulong. When you come to find incense again, you have entered the small window banner.
Operator. Song Lu, Yongmei, is especially lonely outside the broken bridge. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
Linjiangxian. Mei Qingzhao's courtyard is deep and deep, and the cloud window and fog pavilion are in the Spring Festival Evening. Who is haggard and detrimental to the appearance? Just dream at night. It should be Nanzhi.
Jade thin sandalwood light infinite hate, south building Qiang tube Hugh blowing. Who knows that the fragrance is blown out and the warm wind comes late, so don't let the apricot flowers get fat.
After the pavilion was opened, I felt that Li Qingzhao was jade and fragrant, and Zita Law was brown. I hate going to see May later this year. Jiang Lou Chu Guan, the cloud is far away.
On a sunny day forever, leaning against the fence, the green curtain hangs low. Sitting in front of the statue, the wine is full and the song is broken.
Southern branches can be inserted, but they need to be cut frequently. Don't wait for the west building, do some strong management. Li Qingzhao, a lonely goose, wrote plum blossom poems, which became vulgar as soon as they were written.
If you try to write an article, you will know that the preface doesn't match the latter. The paper tent on the rattan bed is sleeping, endless, and there is no good mind.
Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold, and I feel like water. The flute sounded three times, the plum blossom was broken, and the spring was full.
The small wind dispersed the rain and rustled, but it also urged a thousand tears. Who is heartbroken when the bagpiper goes to Yulou? A 10% discount is worth a lot of money, and no one gives it.
Yulouchun Hongmei, Li Qingzhao and Hongsu are willing to cut Qiong Yao to pieces and explore the southern branches everywhere? I don't know how long I have borrowed it, but I see it is infinite. The Taoist priest is haggard, bored and unhappy at the bottom of the spring window.
If you want to look down on it, come and rest. It may not be that there was no wind in the Ming Dynasty. Li Qingzhao, a proud fisherman, knows that spring is coming in the snow, and the cold plum is dotted with delicate branches, and his face is charming. In court, Jade Man put on new makeup.
Nature may have done it on purpose, so the moon is taught exquisitely. * * * bounty honor green ant, don't get drunk. This flower is inferior to the flowers in the group.
Plum blossoms attract people. Jingxi blocks the snow. Bai Ou Jie Jiang asked me whether to stay on the boat or stay in my heart. If the heart stays, why lock the eyebrows. The wind plays the small curtain lamp and dances dizzy, indifferent to the idle shadow, recalling the past. Is it an old tour now? Flower House, Liu Xia Boat.
Dreams are dreams, dreams are not dreams, and cold water flows in vain. Huang Yun desert is saturated with kapok fur.
Everyone knows that no one is worried about me. It snows tonight, and there are plum blossoms, like me. Li Yu, a qingping musician, was heartbroken when he didn't come in the spring.
The order of autumn may be like snow in the snow, brush it off and then flow down full. Hongyan has flown back, the journey is far away, and the dream is hard to come true.
The sadness of parting is like weeds in spring, which go further and further. The curtains of Liang Shanbo and Ouyang Xiu are cold in the east wind and fragrant in the snow. Spring comes first.
The red wax branch is small in Shuang Yan, and the golden knife cuts the ribbon slender. Warm seaweed in a golden stove.
You can't help worrying when the wine enters the cross wave. Embroidery is a good sleep in spring. Luo Wei can't feel the screen window.
Xin Qiji, a fairy son of Linjiang, is too lazy to cherish flowers when he is old, and still loves the plum around Jiangcun. A flower lights up the spring in Yuxi.
Plum blossoms do not have the delicate appearance of ordinary spring flowers, but the Leng Yan charm of Aoxue is presented to people. The rest of the rice is beautiful in the empty mountain, because the canal is fresh and the bamboo roots are flowing with streams and clouds.
Indulge in the beautiful scenery, forget the time, it's already dusk, and the willow tip is already on the moon. The wind and rain in Yongmei send spring home, and the snow in Mao Zedong welcomes it. It is already a cliff full of ice, and there are beautiful flowers. Joe doesn't fight for spring, he only reports it. When the flowers bloom, she laughs in the bushes. Li Baijun will never see how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven or into the ocean, and it will never return.
Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night? Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again. Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! . Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .
What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! . Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.
Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .
Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow. The three poems that are difficult to go, Li Bai and the cost of pure wine, are full of money for a golden cup and a hip flask of 10 thousand copper coins.
I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea. The road of life is so broad, but I have no way out.
I don't even have the face to bet on pears and nuts with those cowards. I don't mean to grovel in the door of power, as Feng Xuan complained.
At that time, people in Huaiyin laughed at the ministers of the Han Dynasty for their cowardice and incompetence, but they were jealous of Jia Yi's Excellence. Have you seen the former prince of Yan? He respects talents, builds high platforms and provides gold to talented people. Bend down and sweep the floor to welcome them? ?
Drama.
5. Poems containing "flowers, grass, trees and wood wine", each containing 10 tree poems.
1. There are many trees and rich herbs. (Cao Cao: Looking at the sea)
We looked at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the distant mountains. (Meng Haoran: "Passing the Old Village")
3. The bird stays in the tree by the pool, and the monk is knocking at the door. (Jia Dao: "Li Ning lives in seclusion")
Jasper is dressed as a tree with 10,000 green silk tapestries. (He Zhangzhi: "Liu Yong")
Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can: (Bai Xuege sends Tian Shuji Wu home)
6. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, and Nautilus Island is a nest of herbs. (Cui Hao: Yellow Crane Tower)
7. Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree. (Liu Yuxi: "The First Meeting of Yangzhou will enjoy Lotte")
8. Spring eyes are silent and cherish the trickle, and the shade of trees shines on the water and loves to be soft. (Yang Wanli: "Xiaochi")
9. Dead vines and old trees faint crows, small bridges and flowing water, old roads and thin horses. (Ma Zhiyuan: "Sand cleaning? Qiu Si ")
10. Last night, the west wind withered the green trees, and I went up to the tall building alone and looked at the horizon. (Yan Shu: "The Recent Flowers")
Poetry of flowers
1. Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows away the petals of ten thousand pear trees. (Cen Can's "Farewell to Tian Shuji, Wu Guixiang, Snow Song")
2. Swallows don't come back to the Spring Festival Evening, but it's a misty rain and apricot blossoms. (Dai Shulun's Su Xi Pavilion)
3. people are idle with osmanthus, and the night is quiet and empty. (Wang Wei's Bird Watching Creek)
4. Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun. (Li Bai's Gift to Wang Lun)
Even if the wind blows away overnight, it is only near the shallow water in Lu Hua. (Sikong Shu's "Jiangcun is a thing")
6. The plum blossoms have lost their wax, and the garden is back to the New Year. (Li Pin's "Meet Friends at Hukou")
7. Wait until the mountain is on holiday, and I will come back at chrysanthemum time. (Meng Haoran, "Passing the Old Village")
8. The next day, the lotus leaves are infinitely green, and the lotus flowers are of different colors. (Yang Wanli, "Chu Xiao Jingci Temple sends Lin Zifang")
9. The small building listens to the spring rain all night, and the deep alley sells apricot flowers. (Lu You's Spring Rain in Lin 'an)
10. Nobody saw plum blossom and bamboo, but blew incense across the stone bridge overnight. (Jiang Baishi's "Except Night, From Stone to Lake")
Grass poem
1. The endless grass on the plain comes and goes with each season.
2. But how much love has an inch of grass and won the third Spring Festival.
The sky is wild, the wind blows the grass and the cattle and sheep are low.
4. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the end of the world!
5. Every tree in Hanyang becomes clear in the water, Nautilus Island.
6. The wind knows the grass, but adversity sees the truth.
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
8. I am alone in the grass, and there are orioles singing in the tree.
9. There are many weeds and flowers beside the Suzaku Bridge, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique.
10. The mountain reflects the water in the sunset, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the sunset.
A poem of wood
1. Grass and trees know that spring will come back soon, and all kinds of reds and purples compete for Fang Fei.
Qian Fan is on the side of the sunken ship, and Wan Muchun is in front of the diseased tree.
Leaves fall like the spray of a waterfall, while I watch the long river roll forward.
There are many trees and plenty of herbs.
5. Gao Jing fights for every grass and tree, and rests before drinking all his life.
6. My road twists and turns through a valley covered by branches and flowers and comes to a Buddhist retreat.
7. Drive the chicken to the tree, then you can smell the firewood.
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers remain forever, and trees and grass turn green again.
9. Cold wind destroys trees and first frost knots.
10. Perseverance, uncompromising; Perseverance, the stone can be carved.
Poetry of wine
1. I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, there is no reason to go to the west.
2. Wine luminous cup, if you want to drink pipa, hurry immediately.
3. lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light.
I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me.
5. When singing wine, what is the geometry of life?
The old man is still selling wine at the age of 70, and there are 1000 jars at the door.
7. The host is not drunk. Do you want to go home at dusk?
8. Where did the fallen flower swim? Laugh into Hu Ji's wine shop.
9. laity is full of wine, who can help tea?
10. There is red commotion in the quiet stove, and the wine newly baked by green ants.
6. The wine poems and ancient poems in Bai Juyi's "Give a Friend Liu"
There is red stirring in the quiet stove, new wine baked by green ants, and there is a feeling of snow in the evening outside. How about a glass of wine inside? ?
Li Bai broke up in a hotel in Nanjing
A gust of wind brought catkins, and the shop was full of sweetness. Wu Ji squeezed wine to persuade wine. Comrades in my city came to see me off. When each of them drank his glass, I said to him when leaving.
Oh, ask this river flowing eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ?
Weicheng district Wang Wei
Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow. I advise you to drink more wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason.
Master Chu of Xinfeng, Guangxi
Master Xinfeng's new wine is ripe, and old customers return to the old hall. Full of fragrance, with flowers in the north and bamboo in the south.
When the clouds cleared and the moon was clear, the girl in the club solved Qin Zheng. She forgot Baling Road when she was drunk, and she suspected Luoyang City in her dream.
Liangzhou Ci William Wang
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa, hurry immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk in the sand. How many people fought in ancient times?
Juvenile Li Bai
Wuling juvenile gold, silver saddle and white horse spring breeze.
Li Bai, guest line
Lanling wine tulips, jade bowls filled with amber light. But it made the owner drunk, and I don't know where it is.