Jiangchengzi" → Qin Guan
The willows in the West City are making spring soft, which makes me sad and tears are hard to hold back. I still remember the sentiments, once we were tied to the boat to return. What happened that day at the Zhuqiao Bridge in the Biye, When people are gone, the water flows empty.
Time is not reserved for young people. Hate is long, when will it rest? When the catkins are flying and the flowers are falling, as soon as I climb the stairs, the spring river is full of tears, endless flow, and many sorrows.
p>The fence is sparse and one path deep,
The flowers on the treetops have not yet become shade.
Children run in a hurry to chase yellow butterflies,
fly in The cauliflower is nowhere to be found.
Jiangchengzi Su Shi
I am chatting like a teenager. I hold the yellow on the left and the blue on the right. I have a brocade hat and mink fur, and a thousand horses riding on the flat hill. In return< /p>
Follow the prefect of Qingcheng, shoot tigers personally, and watch Sun Lang.
After drinking wine, your chest and courage are still open, and there is a slight frost on your temples, what's the problem? On what day will Feng Tang be sent to Zhijie Yunzhong? Huiwan
The carved bow is like the full moon, looking northwest, shooting at the wolf.
The young man left home and returned home,
The local pronunciation has not changed, and the hair on the temples is Cui.< /p>
Children don’t recognize each other when they see each other,
laughing and asking where the guest came from?
Era: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: Li Qingzhao
Work: Ru Meng Ling
Content:
I often remember the sunset at the Xiting Pavilion,
I am so drunk that I don’t know the way back.
Returning to the boat late after all the excitement,
stumbled into the depths of the lotus flowers.
Fighting for the crossing, fighting for the crossing,
startled a pool of gulls and herons.
Chang Ge Xing
Han-Yuefu Poetry
The sunflower in the green garden,
The morning dew awaits the sun.
Yangchun Budeze,
All things are born with brilliance.
I am always afraid that the autumn festival is coming,
the yellow flowers and leaves will wither.
Hundred rivers reach the east to the sea. ,
When will we return to the west?
If a young man does not work hard,
The old man will be sad.
Chou Nuer writes about Boshan Road.
Xin Qiji
The young man did not know the feeling of sorrow, so he fell in love with the building. He fell in love with the building, and in order to compose new words, he forced himself to talk about sorrow.
Now he knows the feeling of sorrow. , I wanted to say it, but I still wanted to say it. I wanted to say it, but I said it was a cool autumn.