The hometown of General Bianliang, Wan Li drifted to Suzhou and Hangzhou. Suzhou and Hangzhou are frosty, and the sun sets between light smoke and drizzle. How do the years flow without harm? All night. But seeing two lines of tears in my life, I can't forget the beauty of the world. Recalling the banquet last night, who can talk to me? At night, the autumn wind rings in the cloister, and the dream on the pillow is long. The gossamer flies with eyes full of hope, and the lonely sail hangs high in Xiaoxiang. Green willows smell like red apricots, and orioles smell like green trees and spring grass. Dust flies all over the sky, and West Western jackdaw cries at dusk. I can't see the crowd competing for deer, and the Millennium concept of smoking is moving. Looking back, I hate Xizhou Music, and I was wrong about Hou Dongling Melon. Who turned the mourning for Zheng into a string? Poor thing fiddled with the pipa. The green water beside the bridge reflects the peach blossoms, and the geese and beauties pour out the world. Chang 'an sends out new willow hairs every year, recruiting people to surround Husha. Why are you arguing about Xia Rong? The wandering home is just a remnant tile! The struggle is rare and the prosperity is recalled. The imperial home in Wan Li is thousands of miles away: the past follows the flowing water, and the mountains and rivers are always picturesque. Look at the new person's eyebrows like willows, and the soul is dependent on dreams. I was a satrap of Yanmen, and I didn't like Wan Huhou in Yanjing. The new round fan covers the eyes, and the beauty will not die after a long illness. In the west wind and autumn, double Sha Ou flies from the riverside. I am a young man, but I don't know how to blame Mumantin. Huangteng wine is held in the hands of red crisp, but it is unacceptable after drinking it.
Down to Heluo, don't whisper about tall buildings. The dream of singing and dancing in the West Lake is still beautiful without taking the homeland and guarding the border. Don't think about Guan Zhongxing, come to the lake to find a fishing boat. At midnight, the rustling sound sounded, and all the flowers in Yang Liuan fell. Banquet, people scattered, the night is still early will lean on the railing. I hate to waste my life and look back at lonely people with tears. The sky is vast and empty, and it is difficult to know life and death when something happens. Look at yourself in the mirror. Are you familiar with the teacher? This mountain is far from Chen Hu, and there are geese everywhere in the snow. A strong man broke his wrist, lost Jiangnan, lost his country and lost his life. My family originated in Kunlun, and there is no sign of it. Tigers and wolves in Wan Li, Central Plains, and Heluo are still sparsely populated. If the sky sighs and laughs, it will sink. You should learn to hold the silk tightly when you take a boat. Blood grows dark, and old ghosts hide tears and tear up new souls. Yingjie fell like a star, flying sand and stones. When a snow scares you to shame, Kesasig sees the prince. Wang Sun's iron hoof moves, and Huanglongfu becomes a misty rain fan.
The palace is separated from the palace, and the dream rain in China is sad. The soldiers and horses are in chaos, and the maple leaves fall at night. Betty Wong's Tomb by the West Lake, pointing to Cai Shiqi through the ages! Very Thai roared around the battle flag, the general drew his sword from the south, and the Great Wall wept blood. Don't call Jiuding and Wolf Son, the iron chain will sink to the bottom of the river. Life is short and fleeting, and the dream of Wuyi Lane is vague. When did the new pavilion shed tears? Green phosphorus and white bones mourn every night. How many people re-entered Yuewangtai? Cross the horse and bend the bow to step on the homeland, and the loyal soul is now in poverty. The enemy has blocked the border, and new wheat has been born in the north and south of the Great Wall. No one picks wild incense spontaneously, and Yidi will never come again. Clouds disappear to see green, and the moon stars are pale and clean. Mulberry field has turned into the sea, but a strong heart will never change. Nothing is old, the castle peak is white to the old, and the scholar's pen in the white horse whistling in the west wind is so generous! The dust settled, there was a solitary rainbow, and a few wisps of breeze on the river. There are several empty tides in Qiantang, and it is lonely and cold every night.
The past, even fantasy, is powerful, just like the past, but why not today?