Yuan Sadulla
In Stone Town,
Looking up at the sky, overlooking Wu Chu,
There's nothing in my eyes.
Point out the resorts in the shape of the Six Dynasties,
Only green hills are like walls.
Cover the sun with flags,
Even the clouds are swaying,
Bones are like snow.
North and south,
How many heroes to kill.
Lonely summer away from the palace,
Dongfengmiao Road,
Grass grows every year.
In the sunset, no one is loose,
Ghost fire is intermittent.
Before singing and dancing,
In the mirror of prosperity,
Dark colors are suitable for young hair.
Sad through the ages,
There is a bright moon in Qinhuai.
Qinhuai Ci (Qian Zhongyu in late Ming and early Qing Dynasty)
Spring waves bathe a few feet, and sisters laugh together.
Play the flute every day and roll the bead curtain for a while.
Qinhuai doucao tablets
Mingwuzhao
The flowers in Le Garden bloom first, and the spring in front of Qijie Building comes early.
Spring dyes mountains and holds willows and plums.
At this time, the grass is growing. Qinhuai's daughter thinks more.
Idle thinking jade boudoir, Luo Yi is trying.
The fragrant wind blows the curtain at home, and the clever bird catches the dream as a window.
Because Jiao Lizhong said, the road is long, and we should fight for grass.
At the beginning of grass coins, there were no horseshoes.
The grass is as far away as fog, so look at the charming steps.
Green will be yellow, but you can't tell the name from the smoke and fog.
Phoenix terrace, old base, the same day road by Yanzi Lake.
It's pitiful to go for a spring outing together.
Whoever points out that he is backward can adopt it and strive for the future.
The road between mulberry trees is winding, so why not take care of the ceremony?
The Qinhuai River is long, and the road is long, but it's Xiu Yuan.
I only blame Xiange Nanpu for worshipping Xitang Dream in vain.
Just take a rest before the shark dies.
Just in time, hurry first.
Look at others carefully and run quickly to prevent the moss from slipping.
Into the dark green wet clothes, the edge is high.
Do whatever you want, and treat whoever you want.
Red is better than cheeks, and white is ashamed of muscles.
Li Xue's clothes are safe, and the knot of calamus is not worth hanging down.
Full of fragrance, moths and butterflies are wrapped around the clothes.
Gao Lan regards it as a place to fight for balance, while Wan Hui turns it into a battlefield for enemies in the corner.
One by one, the branches and flowers are facing each other.
The colors of flowers are different, so are the leaves.
You have a pestle and I have a stubble.
You have Xiao and Ai, and I have constancy and wisdom.
You have acacia branches and my concubine has acacia seeds.
Your life was heartbreaking, and my concubine died heartbreaking.
If you win, you lose
When you are speechless, you turn to worry, and the rain suddenly doubts autumn.
Don't rely on the root of this speech. The Green Committee is a suburban hill.
Although disabled people have always been cherished by Yan Xin, the vertical base has been dug by hand.
Peony is sentimental and reserved, Wu Yu has hatred, and he teaches himself to vote for it.
The love of life can last for a few days, and the heart can be at the same time.
I was worried that I couldn't find my way home, so I lifted my skirt and took advantage of the evening breeze.
Knowing that decay will melt into the screen with me.
Xihe. Jinling is nostalgic and beautiful.
a surname
The land of dragons and tigers, the prosperous six generations are still remembered. All the red clothes fell, only a pair of herons rose in front of the continent. Qinhuai
It flows eastward day and night, and the Chengjiang River is endless.
A hundred doors away, gaunt and reclining, the ship is rotten and difficult to tie. Stone town rotten, there are swallows holding mud.
Old base. Advocates are still singing backyard flowers, and business runs at midnight.
Flowers are sold in the city in spring, and the red chamber is full of smoke. In spring, there is no owner, and prostitutes are in pairs, locked up in the Forbidden City.
Jinling Bank saw off the officials of the surplus bureau.
Author: Wang Mian Dynasty: Yuan.
There are countless peach blossoms and willow trees in Li Bai's poems.
In the Six Dynasties, the clothes were covered with grass, and the official career of thousands of officials followed the smoke.
Great Jiangxi, Qinhuai River, barren hills around Shigu.
Harada is always full of grain, and Qingshan does not hide the shame of the public.
The tall buildings are like the sky, the wine smells like the sea, and the scenery is touching.
The red pendant is fragrant and the swallow flies. Is Xie Jinan a romantic king?
I want to go to Suzaku Bridge, where the wind rustles in the light smoke and sunset.
Friendship has disappeared, but weeds have sprouted.
Children are striving for greatness, but what's the use of simple separatism?
Lotus water-cooled swallow disappears, and the same dream is prosperous through the ages.
What's the harm of mourning today? Time flies overhead.
Your behavior is full of happiness, but your official feelings are not so poetic.
Do you know the story of Jiangnan? White clouds turn pale, dog
Don't talk about being a golden harp all your life, sing loudly, and Jinling wine will get drunk.