Hekehang
Leaning on the drunken road, lying in the imperial city with books.
The moon is full of autumn goose blood, and the ancient cicada is broken.
The green fields are hung with wind and dew, and the green lights shine on the guqin.
What happened to Whitehead? It is still a water dragon.
Confucianism and chivalry
Iron horses shine on mountains and rivers, cold clothes accompany Chu songs.
Books wash the bright moon, and ink clouds sway in Qiu Si.
The sword buries sorrow, but the flower is late.
Where did you send it? How to pick catkins?
Jing ke
Dan Xin bears a good reputation and caresses proud heroes.
The sword reflected Qin Douyue, and the wind roared.
A sad song turns into a smile, and spirits go back a thousand times.
Cast a sword for broken arrow, the hero, you and me.
Meng Libai
I knew it was a poem in my dream, so I drank it on credit.
Ask me if I can have a thousand drinks? Smile and lay down your life with Taibai
Take off your coat and write about the Spring and Autumn Period. He is willing to be a prisoner of Du Kang.
Great talents help the world and conform to the needs of the times. Is the economy reserved for the prince and grandson?
The lofty Qing will get drunk, and tang style will chase you back.
You don't have to hurry to play the spring breeze pipa before you are halfway through laughing.
Lead a song to lie drunk in the east, I don't know the wandering feelings in the sunset.
Is the boat full of wine? Qiu Yueming, the hometown of Bolai
Are you afraid of the loss of youth when you sing? White hair can especially sing Chu ci.
Qin Guanhan's moon is full of romance. As soon as it enters your sleeve, it becomes a poem.
The wine has faded, and the song has turned into colorful clouds.
Pushing a pillow will wake you up in a dream, especially when Fu Liang is singing in your ear.
Haoxiazui JIU
Moonlight, flowers, flowers, wine, cups of uneven figure, falling from flower to flower.
Iraqi people laugh at sanhua and sprinkle seven-step poems. The full moon and moonlight hurt themselves.
The mountain wind blows wild flowers, the wolves howl, the valley is lonely, and the mountain flowers are Ye Xiang.
The rivers and lakes are full of flowers, and chivalrous feelings are romantic.
Bury flowers alone.
It's really elegant, and the solitary fragrance group sword dances to reward me. The solitary leaf group flowers are hard to be elegant.
The waves are fragrant, the flute songs in the north wind are crazy, and the flowers in the north are cool.
Bitter wine is full of Zui Xiang Langgao wine, full of swaying and watering flowers.
The wind blew away the flowers. No one in Ye Fei is empty. Xin blowing in the wind
Huidujia
The flowers are too fragrant, they are not in bud, and they have been away from home for three years.
Flowers are too fragrant, walking alone at dusk, setting sun, and only remembering the beauty of the world.
The flowers are too fragrant to smell, and the waves are dizzy. Wild mountains drove past the north wind to send Hu Xiang.
The flowers are too fragrant, the frost has not fallen, the bacteria have eaten the residual fragrance, and no one is buried all over the ground, leaving only the old fragrance.
Song Qing rocks, dancing on the beach, the end of the world is a corner of the sea, the piano is proud.
Loyal souls are far away, shining all over the world, flowers bloom and fall, and clouds disperse.
On a cold moon, I came all the way to fenglingdu. When you wake up drunk, you are out of your wits.
Lonely in Hunan, thinking about the sky, broken dreams, heroes crying.