I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I long to see you every day, but I can't.
* * * Drink Yangtze River water
When will the water stop?
When did this hatred ever happen?
My heart, I hope my heart
Then my desire for you is meaningful.
The most classic "thank you"
Evil (Beautiful Poetry) in Han Yuefu Folk Songs in Han Yuefu
Evil!
I want to know you,
Live a long life and never give up.
A mountain without a grave,
The river dried up,
Thunder and earthquakes in winter,
Rain and snow in summer,
Heaven and earth,
I dare break up with you!
Wonong ci
You are so affectionate, so affectionate, so fiery. Twist a piece of mud to make you and me. Break us together and mix with water. Twist the other you and shape the other me. I got you into the mire, and you got me into the mire!
first month of a season
Delay,
Embroidered silk,
Whether to trade silk,
Come help me.
Sending a child will be involved,
arrive ...
The Book of Songs
My beautiful lady,
A gentleman would like to marry a good girl.
References:
Chinese textbooks Meng and The Book of Songs for junior and senior middle schools.
More people sing.
The Everlasting Regret
Yao Tao
Guan Ju
Magpie fairy. Qiao Yun, Xi 'an.
Jiangchengzi Ten years of life and death are two boundless.
evil
A hard trek
Xizhouqu
Midnight song
Blue collar class
Maitangpo What is the news of the incident?
Yuan Zhen's song, I forget what it is called, is the song "Once the sea is difficult for water, it will always be amber"
Sauvignon Blanc. I live at the source of the Yangtze River.
Zhuo Wenjun poetry with numbers, Sima Xiangru:
After a farewell, we missed each other only in March and April. Who knows that in five or six years, the lyre was unintentionally played, the eight-part essay could not be passed down, the nine chains were interrupted, and the Shili Pavilion was anxious to see it, so it was helpless and resentful.
There are thousands of words to say, and everything is annoying. I leaned against the fence ten times and climbed the mountain nine times to see the lonely geese. In August, the Mid-Autumn Festival is crowded with people, and in July and a half, people burn incense and hold candles to ask for heaven. In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart. Pomegranate in May is as red as fire, occasionally watered by cold rain. In April, loquat is not yellow. I want to look at the mirror in confusion and haste. Peach blossoms fall with the water in March.