Winter to Summer Street
Tranquility becomes poetry
Dreams linger for several times
Looking up at the night sky
Exquisite Look at the moon
Thinking about the cold weather.
Sparse smoke and light sun
Don’t meet the separated people
No rain, flowers will still fall
The east wind sends thousands of sorrows
Thousands of miles of falling flowers
Single shirt apricot red
Nanqiao has experienced several autumns
The summer water is gurgling day by day
Cold jade hairpin autumn water< /p>
The mountains and rivers are all well
The long river misses the birds
I always wish for new flowers
Suddenly I am like a traveler from afar
Holding wine to persuade the setting sun
I will always remember each other
How bright the moon is
I am drunk under the moon
Taste is pure joy< /p>
Poems and books on the pillow
The river is full of sorrow at night
The river and the sea send the rest of my life
The Liuqian embankment by the river
Swimming To the other shore
Swallowing tears but silently
Ten years of idleness on flowing water
Waiting for the bright moon with great songs
The Qingchuan belt grows thin
The breeze blows my lap
The wind and dust come out with ease
The smoke weaves the green rose dream
The white hair is sad and the flowers fall
Qin Sang Low green branches
We get to know each other through music and singing
The drizzle wets the light
The fallen flowers are independent
Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth
< p> The journey is endlessThe distant mountains are just a dream
Then I returned to the pond to drink
The idle clouds gathered in the pond
Qingshan Go far away alone
Let the wind blow and let him go
The wind is gentle and the horse neighs
The wind softens the water of the river
When drinking horse peach blossom< /p>
▍The empty alleys in Liangcheng°
Where is your heart now°
The heavy snow is full of swords
A beautiful person misses a strange person.
My dancing shadows are messy︾
I wrap my fingers freely
The mouth of the east wind owes my horse's ears
The setting sun shines and the ink marks
The pen falls in the storm こ
I can’t withdraw from the memories ▲
The drunk soul is accompanied by sorrow and dreams
Ask the girl what she is thinking?
＂╰ The autumn mood is strong メo
┌Have a happy time with the mountains and rivers
▓An unbreakable love
Fight all over the place Three Thousand Miles
Three thousand drunken laughs with you
The lingering fragrance of the ink is collected alone
Orchid ink has been burned for thousands of years
The leaves have fallen in my time Are the flowers blooming?
The night is clear and the dreams are falling.
The mountain moon does not know what is in the heart
The eyebrows bloom when we meet each other in life
The mist and rain are gone Lost childlike innocence
Awakened by the cool spring breeze
Seven years of drunken peach blossoms in the old village
Traveling through three thousand roads in a floating life
Listening to the cold mountains alone At midnight
The sound of the piano is as dim as the moon
The flying flowers are as light as dreams
The flowers fall and the sweethearts smile happily
Don’t wait The flowers are empty and the branches are broken
Don’t say goodbye to the Western Lan to lock the autumn
The water in front of the door can still flow to the west
The colorful elegy is alluring and drunk
The blue silk inches Soft around the fingers
Worry-free despite the turbulent wind and dust
ーCherry blossoms in the season﹌The sorrow of falling rain
A curtain of dreams and a thousand years of drunkenness
The smoke is broken and the rain is falling, and the flowers are drunk.
The smoke is caged across the sea to Yuyu Lane
There is a bottle of fragrant wine in front of the flowers
Rain. The pear blossoms are behind closed doors
The time when you amazed me,
The lingering thoughts of late winter are nine inches of desolation
Boating in front of the lotus pond in the middle of the lake.
Falling flowers are intentional and flowing water is ruthless
Watching flowers fall in the underworld°
╰Only for my beloved, complaining of melancholy
Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River Broken bridge mourning╮
Outside the window, the hazy drizzle
Who is playing the broken piano for whom outside the pavilion
When an actor enters the painting, he will live forever!
The moonlight pours down, but it may not be desolate
The Qingming rain lingers and the flowers are all gone early
╰〆The cold smoke is cold and the light twilight flows°
Listen quietly to that brilliance╮
A season of drifting thoughts, a season of light dancing
How can I go to the husband-watching platform if I always keep the letter holding the pillar!
︶ㄣThe sky is full of petals rendering farewell︶
Beichen Qianxiang Moli° Nansheng Qianmeng Moxi°