(Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, drunk and drunk, writing this article, pregnant again. )
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find the shadow, what is it like! The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Xining nine years, Su Shi 41 years old. He works in the well-known state of Michigan. On August 15, he was drinking at the transcendental station, and he wrote this word after getting drunk.
Yu Xia (Yuan Xi) Xin Qiji
One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain. The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night.
Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
This word describes the scene of the Lantern Festival in the city, the noise of the streets and lanes, and a girl the author saw. In fact, the author put another meaning in his words. The metropolises in the Song Dynasty, especially Bianjing (now Kaifeng) in the Northern Song Dynasty and Lin 'an (now Hangzhou) in the Southern Song Dynasty, appeared to be prosperous on the surface because of the abnormal development of urban economy. The city is full of lights, drums and music, cars and horses, and people everywhere. The first movie of Ci vividly depicts a scene of Yuanxiao.
Ying Tianchang Zhou Bangyan
The wind is warm, the fog is clear, and the pond is spring. It's a moonless night platform. It's dark and cold. Liang Jianyan, a former social guest, seems to be laughing at me behind closed doors, which is sad. Flowers have been scattered, and rue is everywhere.
I remember that time, when we met, the oil wall was stationed in the suburbs. See the candle in the Han Palace, and smoke flies in the hall five times. Green grass, lost. The wine is thick and the trace is fine. The stone bridge is far from Liu Xia, and you know it.
This word was written by Zhou Bangyan at the Cold Food Festival in one year. There are still 105 days from last year's winter solstice festival, which is this year's cold food festival. Cold food festival is a good day for spring outing, but in ancient times, it was also a day for people to pay homage to graves.