Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Who reads the west wind alone, rustling yellow leaves and closing the window, reminiscing about the past and setting the sun.
It was unusual at that time to get drunk in spring and gamble on books and pour tea.
2. Wild Huai
Qing Dynasty: Huang Jingren
Several times, I sat under the flowers and played the flute, and the red wall of Han Yin looked into the distance.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
The lingering thoughts are exhausted, and the heart is peeling bananas.
In March and May of 1935, that poor glass of wine not fade away.
Jiang still remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
4. The balcony of Hou Meng in Linjiang County is locked high.
Song: Yan
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hatred came last spring. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. Acacia is written on the string of pipa. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.
5, raw tea Yuan Xi
Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.