A few wisps of breeze, accompanied by the bright moon into dreams, dyed acacia.
Holding a shallow summer, I am indifferent to the lonely time.
In this life, where is my return (in this life, when will you be my return)?
-Mo Ran whose piano is playing, I'm in a hurry.
Yue Fei-Man Jianghong
Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.
Hey? Su Shi
The thunder and lightning turned off at dusk, the rain turned on, and Cui Wei leaned against the railing alone.
Hanging under the cloud, I came to the seaside happily.
The wild old man sang a rich language, and he wanted to banish the minister from the book.
When you are full in old age, you can specialize in anything.
Throw music? Feng Yansi
Li Zichun falls into the backyard.
Can the scenery in front of you be ruthless?
At night, the waves in Quchi Lake are still frozen.
The grass meets the boat, and the green is not exhausted.
Look upstairs,
Look at the moon by the column.
Ezhou south building book thing? Huang tingjian
Standing in the south of the city, leaning against the railing, I saw mountains and water connected together, and water chestnuts and lotus flowers were in full bloom and fragrance on the vast water surface.
The breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south is cold.