The Sapphire Case · New Year's Eve
Xin Qiji
Thousands of flowers bloom on the east wind night. More blowing down, the stars are like rain. BMW's carved cars fill the road with fragrance. The phoenix flute sounded, the jade pot turned light, and fish and dragons danced all night.
Moth snow willow golden strands. The laughter is full of fragrance. People searched for him thousands of times. Suddenly looking back, that person was there, in a dimly lit place.
Linjiangxian · After the dream, the tower is high and locked
Yan Jidao
After the dream, the tower is high and locked, and the curtain is low after the drunkenness. Last year, spring regret came. The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together.
I remember when we first met Xiao Ping, Luo Yi had a double heart. The pipa strings speak of lovesickness. The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.
Cinnamon twigs are fragrant and the weather is beginning to calm in the late autumn of my motherland. Thousands of miles of clear river looks like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters. The expedition sails to the setting sun, with the west wind at our back and the wine flag standing slantingly. The clouds are light on the colorful boat, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture.
Thinking about the past, the bustling competition, sighing at the building outside the door, filled with sorrow and hatred. For thousands of years, I have lamented the honor and disgrace of this. The old events of the Six Dynasties flow with the flowing water, but the cold smoke fades and the grass turns green. To this day, Shang girls still sing this song all the time, leaving behind songs in the backyard.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou·The dusk rain of Xiaoxiao sprinkles on the river sky
Liu Yong
The dusk rain of Xiaoxiao sprinkles on the river sky, washing the autumn. The wind is getting colder and frostier, the Guanhe River is deserted, and the remaining light shines on the building. The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased. Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.
I can’t bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the dimness of my hometown, and it’s hard to let go of my thoughts. Sighing at the traces of the past years, what trouble is left behind? I want to see a beautiful woman makeup the building and look up at her. I miss her a few times and I know I'm going back to the boat in the sky. You know, I am leaning against the railing, looking sad!
Yulou Chun·I don’t know whether you are far or near after I say goodbye
Ouyang Xiu
I don’t know how far or near you are after I say goodbye. It’s desolate and depressing. As we go further and further away, there are no more books. I wonder where the fish will sink in the vast water.
The wind blows through the bamboos in the deep night, and the autumn rhyme is heard. Thousands of leaves and thousands of sounds are filled with hatred. Therefore, I look for it in my dream while lying on my pillow, but the dream is not a lamp and burns out.
Poppy · Listening to the Rain
Jiang Jie
The young man was listening to Yuge upstairs, the tent was dimly lit by red candles. A young man in his prime listens to the rain in a boat. The river is wide and the clouds are low. The wild geese cry out in the west wind.
Now I am listening to the rain at the foot of the monk’s hut, and there are stars on my temples. The joys and sorrows are always ruthless, every step of the way, every moment until dawn.
Su Muzhe·Nostalgia
Fan Zhongyan
The sky is blue, the leaves are yellow, the autumn colors are rolling, and the waves are green and cold. The mountains reflect the setting sun, the sky meets the water, and the fragrant grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
The soul of the dark country, chasing the thoughts of the journey, unless every night, good dreams leave people to sleep. I rested and leaned alone high in the Mingyue Tower. The wine filled my heart with sadness, turning into tears of lovesickness.
Linjiangxian·Climbing the small pavilion at night to recall old tours in Luozhong
Chen Yuyi
Recalling the old days of drinking on the Wuqiao Bridge, most of them were heroes. The long ravine flows away silently. In the sparse shadows of apricot blossoms, I play the flute until dawn.
More than twenty years have been like a dream, although this body is in shock. I leisurely climbed up to the small pavilion to see the new weather. There are so many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third watch.