Qi Jue? Spring Night
One moment of a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold. The flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
The sound of singing in the pavilion is soft, and the night is dark in the swing courtyard.
Qijue? Shangyuan Banquet
The pale moon and sparse stars surround Jianzhang, and the fairy wind blows down the incense from the imperial furnace.
The courtiers stand in the Tongming Hall, and a red cloud holds the Jade Emperor.
Qijue? Flower Shadows
One after another on the Yaotai, I called the child several times but couldn't leave.
It was just taken away by the sun, but it taught the bright moon to see the future.
Five specialties? Poem for staying up late for the New Year
Children are forced to eat, but they should be happy to stay together.
Don’t crow once the rooster crows in the morning, for fear of adding too much trouble.
Qilu? He Zi nostalgic from Mianchi
Everywhere in life is similar, it should be like a flying dragon stepping on slush.
Occasionally, there are fingers and claws left on the mud, and Hongfei is counting the things.
The old monk has died and a new pagoda has been built. There is no reason to see the old inscriptions if the walls are broken.
Do you still remember the rugged past? The road was long, people were trapped and the donkeys neighed.
Qilu? Dan'er
Thunderbolt collects its power and dusk rain opens, leaning against Cui Wei alone on the railing.
The sky is full of neon clouds, and the happy wind is rising from the sea.
The wild old man has already sung the words of a prosperous year, and he wants to banish the ministers after removing the books.
Dongpo is old and well-fed in his remaining years. One place can save everything.
Qilu? Crossing the sea on the night of June 20th
It is time to watch the third watch, and the bitter rain ends and the wind clears up.
Who embellishes the scattered clouds and the bright moon, making the sky and sea clear in color.
In the spare time, Lu Sou took advantage of his thoughts and had a rough understanding of the music played in Xuanyuan.
I don’t hate the nine deaths in the Southern Wilderness. I am here to travel through the wonders of my life.
Qijue? Huichong Spring River Evening Scene
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo are the duck prophets of the warmth of the spring river.
The ground is full of artemisia and the reed buds are short, which is when the puffer fish is about to come.
Qijue? Mid-Autumn Moon
The dusk clouds have gathered up and overflowed with clear cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.
This life and this night will not last long. Where can I see the bright moon next year?
Qijue? Drinking on the lake, it is clear at first and then it rains
The clear water is beautiful when the water is shining, and the mountains are empty and covered with rain, which is also strange.
If you want to compare the West Lake to the West, it is always better to put on light makeup and heavy makeup.
Qijue? Presented to Liu Jingwen
The lotuses are gone and there is no rain cover, and the chrysanthemums are still covered with proud frost branches.
You must remember that the best times of the year are orange and green.
Ci? Bu Suanzi
The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, and the missing moon breaks one's initial tranquility.
Who sees a lonely person walking around alone?
The misty and solitary shadow.
When you start, you look back. There is no one to forgive you for your hatred.
Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live on them,
The lonely sandbank is cold.
Word? Picking mulberry seeds
Sentimental but still sick.
In the multi-view building, meeting each other over wine,
The joy will be gone with a smile.
Stop the cup and listen to the pipa.
Twisting gently and disturbing, the drunken face melts into spring,
The river and sky are slanted with a touch of red.
Two poems from Chengmaiyi Tongchao Pavilion
I want to live in Nanhai Village for the rest of my life, and the emperor sent Wu Yang to summon my soul.
The sky is low and the magpies are nowhere to be found, but the green mountains are the Central Plains.
Ci? Ding Feng Bo
On March 7, it rained on Shahu Road. The rain gear went first, and everyone in the group was in a panic, but I didn't realize it. It's already clear, so I wrote this word.
Don’t listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest, why not just scream and walk slowly.
The bamboo stick and mango shoes are easier than the horse, who is afraid? A coop of mist and rain will last a lifetime.
The steep spring breeze blows away the drunkenness, it is slightly cold, but the mountain tops are shining slantingly.
Looking back at the desolate place where I came from, there was neither wind, rain nor sunshine.
Ci? Determining the situation
I often envy the jade man in the world,
The heaven should beg for the sweet lady.
I compose a clear song to spread my wisdom.
The wind blows, and the snow flies over the sea and becomes cool.
After returning from thousands of miles, the years are getting shorter and shorter.
Smiling still carries the fragrance of plum blossoms.
How about Lingnan?
But he said: This place of peace of mind is my hometown.
Ci? Cave Immortal Song
Icy muscles and jade bones, naturally cool and sweat-free.
The water palace is full of fragrance when the wind blows.
The embroidered curtain is open, and a bright moon peeks at people.
People are not sleeping, leaning on pillows and hairpins with messy temples.
Getting up and holding hands, there is no sound in the courtyard.
Every now and then I see sparse stars crossing the river.
How is the night? It's three o'clock in the night.
The golden waves are light and the jade rope turns low.
But when will the west wind come?
I don’t want to secretly change things in the fleeting years.
Ci? Dongxian Song
When the wax is gone in the south of the Yangtze River,
After the early plum blossoms bloom,
The new year and the weeping willows are distributed.
The slender waist has its own style and style,
It is still more elegant and elegant.
On the bank of Yongfengfang,
There is no one around at all.
Who has seen the golden silk painting?
When the broken heart is caused by flying catkins,
the green leaves become cloudy,
if there is nothing to do, one will lose weight.
Don’t let the east wind chase you,
it will blow away the spring wrinkles between your brows.
Chapter: Congratulations to the bridegroom
The milk swallow flies into the beautiful house.
No one is around, the shade of the trees turns to noon,
It’s cool in the evening and you take a new bath.
The raw silk and white round fan is made by hand.
The fan hand looks like jade for a moment.
Gradually sleepy and lean, sleep alone and become mature.
Who will promote the embroidery industry outside the curtain?
It is useless to teach people to dream about Yaotai music.
But again,
The wind knocks the bamboo.
The pomegranate is half-vomited and the red scarf is frowning.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Look carefully at the beautiful branch,
A thousand-weighted heart is like a bundle.
I am afraid of being frightened by the autumn wind.
If I wait for you to come here,
I can’t bear to touch the wine in front of the flower.
***Pink tears,
Two rustles.
Chapter: Huanxi Sha
The layers of hemp leaves are shining, and the cocoons cooked by anyone are fragrant in the village.
The lady whispering coquettishly across the fence.
The hanging white stick quinoa raises the drunken eyes, and the green quinoa is pounded to soften the hungry intestines.
Ask when the bean leaves turn yellow.
Ci? Huanxisha
Visit Qishui Qingquan Temple. The temple is adjacent to Lanxi River, which flows to the west.
At the foot of the mountain, the orchid buds are soaked in the stream.
The sandy road among the pines is clean and mudless.
The rain is croaking at dusk.
Who said there is no less in life?
The water flowing in front of the door can still reach the west!
Don’t sing yellow chicken with white hair.
Chapter: Huanxisha
Jujube flowers fall on clothes and towels,
The sound of winding wheels in the south of the village and in the north of the village,
The ancient willows in cow clothes Selling cucumbers.
I am sleepy after a long journey due to drinking.
The people in Rigao are thirsty and longing for tea.
Knock on the door and ask questions about the wild people.
Jijiang Sencha
The living water must be boiled with live fire, and the deep clear water can be obtained from fishing stones. :
The big ladle stores the moon and returns to the spring urn, and the small ladle is divided into the river and into the night vase.
The snow milk has been fried for the feet, and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea.
Withered intestines are not easy to ban three bowls, sit and listen to the length of the deserted city.
Ci?Jiang Chengzi
Ten years of life and death.
If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it.
Thousands of miles away from the lonely tomb, there is no place to speak of desolation.
Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other.
My face is covered with dust and my temples are like frost.
When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream.
Xiaoxuan window, dressing up.
We looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears.
It is expected that the broken heart will be broken every year.
On a bright moonlit night, there will be short pine hills.
Chapter: Jiang Chengzi
Wandering at the end of the world, I have endless thoughts.
We met, but in a hurry.
Hand in hand with the beautiful woman, the tears will fade away.
Why do you want to ask Dongfeng Yu? Spring is here, who is it with?
The water in Sui Di is soluble in March.
Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong.
Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.
I want to send thousands of tears of lovesickness, but they cannot be shed, Chu Jiangdong.
Chapter: Jiangchengzi No. 3
It rains and then clears in Phoenix Mountain.
The water and wind are clear, and the sunset is bright.
A hibiscus bloomed gracefully.
Where did the double egrets fly?
If you are interested, I admire Pingting.
Suddenly I heard mourning kites being played on the river.
Who can listen to the bitter feelings?
The smoke gathers and the clouds gather, it is Xiang Ling as promised.
I want to wait until the end of the song to ask and get it,
When people are gone, the peaks are green.
Ci? Linjiangxian
Drinking at Dongpo at night and waking up drunk again,
It seems like it has been the third watch since I returned.
The boy's breath is thundering,
No one knocks on the door,
He leans against the tent and listens to the sound of the river.
I always regret that this body is not mine.
When will I forget about camp?
The wind is calm at night and the lines are flat,
The boat passed away from now on,
The river and the sea will leave the rest of my life.
Chapter: The River is Red
The Qing Dynasty flows eastward, the sorrowful eyes are broken, and the lonely sail is bright and extinguished.
The place where officials travel, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers.
Living up to Lin Xiayi’s past, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed.
I hate this life and grow up in separation.
A wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, let’s start from the beginning.
Looking at each other seems like yesterday, many years ago.
Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow.
I will look for the remaining spring with you and the pond, with flowers like snow.
Chapter: Nanxiangzi
The cool mat and blue gauze kitchen, a pillow of cool breeze for the rest of the day.
I went to bed and listened to nothing happening in the evening office. I slowly read all the books on the bedside.
I scratched my head and returned to my hometown, feeling that I was lazy and neglected my fame.
What if you ask about your talents and skills? It is foolish to occupy the world.
Chapter: Nian Nujiao
Looking far into the distance from a high position, you can see the sky,
Thousands of miles of clouds have left no trace.
The osmanthus flies in, and wherever the light shines,
the autumn green is soaked in the cold for a day.
Jade Yuqiong Tower, riding a luan to and fro,
I am in the Qingliang Kingdom.
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.
I was drunk and clapped my hands and sang wildly,
I raised my glass to invite the moon to meet, and the shadows became three guests.
Dancing and wandering, under the wind and dew,
I don’t know what night it is tonight.
I want to ride on the wind and turn back.
Why ride on the wings of a peng?
In the Crystal Palace, a fife was blown.
Chapter: Nian Nujiao
Looking from a high position, you can see that there are no traces of clouds in the sky for thousands of miles.
The soul of osmanthus flies to the place where the light shines, and soaks in the cold for a day.
Yuyu Qionglou. Riding the Luan to come and go, I am in the Qingliang country.
The mountains and rivers are picturesque, and the smoke and trees are visible in the distance.
I was drunk, clapped my hands and sang wildly, raised my glass to the moon, and became three guests in the shadows.
Dancing and wandering under the wind and dew, I don’t know what night it is.
I want to ride on the wind, but then I turn back. Why ride on the wings of a roc?
In the Crystal Palace, a fife was blown.
Ci? Qingyu Case
Three years ago I slept on Wuzhong Road,
I condemned the yellow dog and followed you.
If you go to Huxiaodu on the Songjiang River,
Don’t be frightened by the mandarin ducks. There are four bridges everywhere.
This is where I passed by.
Look at the late spring in Wangchuan River,
Always remember the words of the wise master.
It’s been promised a return date.
The spring shirt is like Xiaoman’s needlework,
It will be wetted by the rain from the West Lake.
Ci? Shaoubian
Break your waist for rice,
abandon your home because of drinking,
verbal and physical intercourse.
Return,
Who would not send you back?
I feel that everything in the past is not what it is now.
It's still late,
Zheng Husband pointed out the way back,
The laughter and childlike chatter in front of the door.
Sigh, the old chrysanthemums are all barren,
The new pines are growing old,
This is what I am doing now!
But the small window allows the firewood door to be closed on the knees,
I sit on my staff and watch the solitary clouds fly away at dusk,
The clouds come out unintentionally,
the birds When you feel tired, you will return.
It was not intentional.
Hey!
Come back,
Now I forget myself and the world.
There is no idle talk among relatives,
There is truth in the piano book.
The steps are rugged and green,
The stream is flowing gracefully,
The spring water trickles in the dark valley.
Looking at the flourishing vegetation,
I feel so secluded,
My life is over!
How long will it take for Nianyu Xingyu to recover?
What does the emperor want without realizing it?
My heart is entrusted to me, who will decide whether to stay or not?
Where is the immortal knowledge?
Wealth is not my ambition.
But I know that when I climb a mountain near the water and sing songs, I will drink from the cup and get drunk.
What’s more doubtful about destiny in this life?
Ride the current and stop when you encounter obstacles.
Chapter: Water Melody Songtou
The setting sun embroidered the curtains, and the water under the pavilion connected to the sky.
I know you have made a new work for me, and the windows are wet with green and red.
In Changji's Pingshan Hall, I was sleeping in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, and there was no lonely star.
Recognize the drunken man's words, and the mountains are beautiful or not.
Thousands of hectares, all mirrors are pure and green peaks are inverted.
Suddenly a wave rose and a white-headed leaf danced.
Young Master Lantai is worthy of laughter. He has yet to understand the natural sound of Zhuang Sheng. There are male and female in the right path.
A little awe-inspiring spirit, a thousand miles of joyful wind.
Chapter: Water Dragon Yin
It looks like a flower or not like a flower, and no one cherishes it.
Leaving home and taking the road, my thoughts are ruthless and thoughtful.
The lingering damage to the soft intestines makes the evil eyes sleepy, and they want to open but also close.
The dream travels thousands of miles with the wind, looking for the man's whereabouts, only to be found again when the oriole calls out.
Don’t hate the flowers that have all flown away. I hate the West Garden. It’s hard to decorate the red flowers.
The rain has passed at dawn, where is the trace? A pool of broken apples.
There are three parts of spring scenery, two parts of dust, and one part of running water.
Looking carefully, it is not Yanghua, but the tears of separation.
Chapter: Looking to the South of the Yangtze River
The spring is not old yet,
The wind is blowing softly and the willows are slanting.
Try to watch from the transcendental stage,
Half a ditch of spring water and a city full of flowers,
Thousands of homes are darkened by mist and rain.
After eating cold food,
I woke up and sighed.
Don't think about your old friends and your homeland,
Try new tea with new fire,
Poetry and wine take advantage of the youth.
Chapter: Xijiang Moon
The drizzle drops on the roof of the building, heavy on the flat lake outside the river.
Back then there was a horse show in Dongxu, but now Nanpu is desolate.
Don’t regret that the yellow flowers haven’t vomited yet, and teach the red flowers to support them.
You don’t have to look at the dogwood trees in the wine stall, but admire the present and past of the world.
Chapter: Xing Xiangzi
The clear night is dust-free, and the moonlight is like silver.
When pouring wine, it must be ten minutes.
Famous for fame and profit, but a waste of hard work.
The horse caught in the sigh, the fire caught in the stone, the body caught in the dream.
Although we hold articles, who will kiss us when we open our mouths?
And Tao Tao, happy and innocent.
When will you go back and be a idler?
To a long harp, a pot of wine, and a stream of clouds.
Ci?
The water and sky are clear, and the shadows and waves are flat.
The fish turns over the algae, and the heron lights the smoke.
Crossing the sandy stream is fast, the frosty stream is cold, and the moon stream is bright.
The layers are like paintings, and the music is like a screen.
Back in the day, Xu Laoyan Ling.
The king and his ministers have a dream, and their names are empty now and in ancient times.
But the distant mountains are long, the clouds and mountains are chaotic, and the mountains are green at dawn.
Chapter: Fisherman's Proud
How much love is there in this song, I know you want to go to Qinchuan.
The white horse soap mink cannot be kept.
Looking back, there is no fog in the lonely city.
When the day comes, the flowers in Chang'an are like rain, and the willows in Guan are beginning to fly.
Gradually, the knife in the boot meets the road.
Who is similar? Wang Wendu on the romantic knees.
Chapter: Poppy
Hushan is the most beautiful place in the southeast, as far as the eye can see.
How many times can you come back? Then he was drunk and wandering around.
When the lights are first turned on in Shahe Pond, who sings the water tune?
At night, when the wind is calm and I am about to return, there is only a bright moon on the river and a clear moon.
Chapter: Partridge Sky
The forest is broken, the mountain is bright and the bamboo is hidden behind the wall,
There are cicadas and decaying grass in the small pond.
You can see birds from time to time when you turn over the blank page.
The red lotus leaves are fragrant in the light of the water.
Outside the village,
next to the ancient city,
The sticks and quinoas slowly turned towards the setting sun.
It rained in the middle of the night last night,
I had to live a cool life again.
Ci? Water Dragon Song
The bamboos in Chushan are like clouds, and the exotic materials show off thousands of forests.
The dragon's whiskers are half-twisted, the phoenix's wings are slightly swollen, and the jade muscles are evenly wound.
The trees are falling in Huainan, the rain is clear, the clouds are dreaming, the moon is bright and the wind is blowing.
Since Zhonglang has disappeared and Huan Yi has left, I know how much the loss will be.
I heard that the Lingnan prefect had a deep back hall and a petite green bead.
Qi Chuang Xue Nong, Liangzhou was first visited, but the colorful clothes were not finished.
Chewing Zheng Han Palace, commercializing Liuyu, and making a sound of cloud.
In order to make you wash away, the wild wind and miasma rain will make frost and dawn.
Chapter: Water Dragon Yin
A small boat crosses the Spring River, lying down watching the green walls and red buildings rising.
The laughter in the clouds makes the king high and the beauty half drunk.
The pillars are in danger, the strings are mourning, the lingering sound of the beautiful songs is lingering around the clouds and the water.
Thinking of my old friend, the boss, whose romance has not diminished, and I look back alone in the mist.
I pushed the pillow and disappeared, but the empty river and the bright moon were thousands of miles away.
When the five lakes heard the news, they returned in a small boat, still carrying Xi Zi.
Yunmeng Nanzhou, South Bank of Wuchang, a reminder of past travels.
In the romantic dream, the dish came to see me, but it was mixed.
Chapter: Man Ting Fang
Come back and come back, where will I go? Wanli’s home is in Min’e.
One hundred years and a half, but there will be no more suffering in the future.
Sit down and see Huangzhou again, the children are all gone, Chu language and Wu songs.
Friends in the mountains, Ji Dou Society and wine, advise Lao Dongpo.
Yun He. When this is over, things in life come and go like a shuttle.
Just wait and see, the autumn wind blows through the clear waters of Luoshui.
Fortunately, the thin willows in front of the hall should remember me, Mo Jian Rouke.
There is still a rumor that the elders in the south of the Yangtze River are drying their fishing mats.
Chapter: Full of Fragrance in the Courtyard
Incense carved dishes, ice chopsticks born in the cold, painting hall is a unique scenery.
The host is affectionate, and the banquet will be red.
The greasy jade round rolled plain neck, the lotus root silk is tender, and the fairy clothes are newly woven.
After the two songs, the empty eaves turn to the moon, and the remaining rhyme is still melodious.
Wherever in the human world, it is commonplace and should be said to be ordinary.
There are crazy guests sitting in the house, which makes me feel upset and worried.
It is reported that the golden hairpin is falling, the fingers are exposed, and the spring bamboo shoots are slender.
I have seen it in person, completely defeated Song Yu, and imagined it in the Gaotang Dynasty.
Ci? Man Tingfang
Wojiao has a false reputation and makes a small profit, but he is very busy.
Everything is decided in advance, whoever is weak will be strong.
While I’m still young, let me and others go crazy.
In a hundred years, there were 36,000 Hunqiu revolts.
Consider. How much can I do? I am worried about the wind and rain, but half of them hinder me.
Why bother talking about the short story and the long story to the death.
Fortunately, the breeze is bright and the moon is bright, the moss is spreading and the clouds are high.
The south of the Yangtze River is good, thousands of fine wines, and a song that fills the courtyard.
Ci? Man Ting Fang
Thirty-three years, whoever survives today is only the king and the Yangtze River.
The cypress trees are awe-inspiring and frost-dry.
I heard about the ancient county of Sizhou, on the Yun River and at the pine window of Zhuwu.
On the south bank of the Yangtze River, if you don’t want to send your son away, you would rather cross my country.
搐搐. The sparse rain has passed, the wind dances in the forest, and the smoke covers the clouds.
I would like to hold this invitation to you and drink from the empty vat.
Mr. Layman is old and in real dreams, he is relatively useless.
The singing and dancing have stopped, the pedestrians have not yet risen, and the boat drums are already beating.
Ci? Shui Diao Ge Tou
An Shi was in the East China Sea, engaged in the work of "Jingqiu".
It is difficult to say goodbye to relatives and friends in middle age, but silk and bamboo ease the sorrow of separation.
Once he is successful and famous, he will plan to return to the sea from the east and help the sick to Xizhou.
Ya Zhi is trapped in Xuan Mian, and his hatred is sent to Cangzhou.
As the years pass by, you must plan early and get brown fur.
After traveling thousands of miles from my hometown, the best places often stay behind.
You are in harmony with me when I am drunk and singing. When I am drunk, I have to be helped by you. But drinking can make me forget my worries.
The first Liu Xuande lived in a high-rise building.
Chapter: The River is Red
Sadness and happiness are found together. After the wind and rain, the river is green in spring.
The dream of Wu Gorge is empty so far, with chaotic mountains and screens.
How is it like Boluan carrying virtue and glory, but the ladle is not enough to satisfy the joyful needs.
Gradually, the brilliance shines on the courtyard, and the orchid appears.
In the deep dream, the song of the heart is conveyed. Where the intestines are broken, it is up to him to continue.
Does Wenjun’s son-in-law know? He laughs at your humiliation.
If you don’t see Zhou Nan singing in Hanguang, the master of heaven will leave the tree.
Then the Prime Minister held the piano and the book in his left hand, and settled in the clouds.
Chapter: The whole river is red
From the west of the Yangtze River and Han Dynasty, under the high buildings, the grapes are deep and green.
It still brings its own, the waves of Min'e clouds, and the spring scenery of Jinjiang River.
You are the beloved guardian of Nanshan, and I am a returning guest from Jianwai.
How can you be ruthless about this place and its scenery? Say it diligently.
Jiang Biao’s biography, please stop reading.
What a pity for a crazy virgin.
On the empty island, the parrots and reed flowers are bleak.
Not only are the scholars laughing at the dispute, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are both erratic.
I would like to envoy you to write poems about banishing immortals and chase Huang He.
Chapter: The river is red
In Nancheng, Dongwu, the new embankment is solid and the ripples are beginning to overflow.
The forest is hidden all over Gaofu, and the mountains are red and green.
The remaining flowers on the branches have been blown away, so I and you look towards the head of the river.
Ask forward, how much spring there is, one out of three.
When will the official affairs be completed? Outside the wind and rain, there are not many days.
The Prime Minister flooded the Qushui River, and the whole city fought for it.
Don’t you see that Lanting is doing a wedding ceremony, and everyone sitting there is very elegant.
Up to now, the bamboo trees are all over the mountain, but there are no traces left.
Chapter: The River is Red
The clear beauty flows eastward, the sorrowful eyes are broken, and the lonely sail is extinguished.
The place where officials travel, the green mountains and white waves, are thousands of layers.
Living up to Lin Xiayi’s past, I listened to the desolate night rain on my bed.
I hate this life and grow up in separation.
A wine, on the side of the Yellow River. Infinite things, let’s start from the beginning.
Looking at each other seems like yesterday, many years ago.
Bitter tears remain on the old marks on the clothes, and the joy between the eyebrows adds yellow.
I will look for the remaining spring with you and the pond, with flowers like snow.
Chapter? Manjianghong
How can the sky be ruthless?
Spring is getting warmer, morning is coming, and there is still light snow.
When you come to Yu to form a ribbon in the spring, I should return to Danquan Stone.
Afraid of strange times, a glass of wine and sudden lovesickness, separated by clouds and mountains.
Everything in the world is difficult to deal with.
If a person is healthy, his head should be white.
Why should I get drunk? Such joy is hard to find.
When I want to express my regret to the beautiful woman, my tears have already condensed on my eyelashes.
But when Mo Qian and Xin Yan came, the music and books were gone.
Chapter: Return to the court for joy
I dreamed that the boat was floating on the river.
Snow waves shake thousands of hectares of white sky.
When I wake up, my eyes are full of Mount Lu, with countless green walls leaning against the sky.
This growth continues.
I am both a guest from the south of the Yangtze River.
While swimming in a dream, I woke up to enjoy the scenery and throw the shuttle together.
The west wind will still blow tomorrow. Singing my new lyrics brings tears to my eyes.
After Lingjun left, the mountains of Chu were empty, and the orchids in Liyang were colorless.
You are as talented as a dream.
Wuling is in West Antarctica.
Don’t sing Zhuzhi Ci in a new way, because there is no separation between the past and the present.
Chapter: Flowers in the Rain/Sail at Night
This year's flower time is deep in the courtyard, with the east wind blowing and the tea smoke blowing.
But there are green moss, fragrant grass, catkins and elm money.
To the west of Wendao City, there is an ancient temple with long corridors and a famous garden.
The beauty of the country brings wine, and the fragrance of heaven dyes my sleeves, lingering for me.
The Qingming Festival has passed, and the remaining red is nowhere to be seen. I shed tears in front of you.
Autumn is approaching late, a branch is still there for me.
Gao Hui chatted and chased the short scene, and the Qing merchants had no time for Yu Yan.
It is better to keep it and give it to next year, which is very springlike.
Chapter: Qinyuanchun
The lights in the lonely house are green, the chickens in the wild shop are buzzing, and the travel pillow is full of dreams.
The moonlight is gradually gathering, the morning frost is lingering, the clouds and mountains are covered with brocade, and the morning dew is clear.
The world is endless, but the work and life are limited, just like the mayor of this district.
After chanting slightly, Ping Zhengan is speechless, and there are thousands of past events.
At that time, *** was visiting Chang'an.
You are like a young man who first came to the Erlu.
How difficult is it to have a thousand words on my pen and thousands of volumes in my mind to write to you, Yao and Shun?
When I use renunciation, my actions are hidden in me. Why not just sit back and watch.
He is tall and strong, but he is still young and has a good reputation.
Chapter: Encourage the Golden Boat
The ruthless flowing water has sentimental guests.
Assuage me as if I had known you before.
I’ll say goodbye once the cup is in hand.
This kind of justice is rare.
On the curved pool, the year and month are written in small characters.
The lush forests and bamboos are also cultivated, which looks like the Yonghe Festival.
Slim hands are like frost and snow. Laughing and planting autumn flowers.
Don’t blame me for singing.
It’s still a farewell.
Go and fly here, admiring the Jade Hall and the Golden Tower.
If you want to know how old you will be again, you should have beautiful hair.
Chapter: A bunch of flowers
This year’s spring is light and waxy.
The ice and snow break the spring beauty.
The east wind has faith and no one can see it, revealing the subtle meaning and the lace between the willows.
The cold night is long, the quilt is easy to warm, and the bells and drums are getting clearer and rounder.
On the first day of the morning, half of the mountains are contained.
The pavilion is lightly smoked.
Visitors are planning to find fragrance, and the little peaches and apricots should be the first to come.
I am sick and less affectionate. I am careless and carefree, but I love the sun and sleep high.
Word? Magnolia Flower Order
The remaining frost has lost its length and width.
Listen to the gurgling sound and clear your throat.
A beautiful woman sings a drunken man's poem, and forty-three years is like being wiped by electricity.
The autumn dew on the grass is slippery.
Three to five will return twenty-eight.
He and Yu are both Shiweng people, but only Bodiyue of the West Lake.
Ci? Magnolia Flower Order
I know that my immortal bones are free from cold and heat.
We meet again at dusk after a thousand years.
So I will say goodbye to annoy the beautiful woman, but I will watch the rain on the pear branches.
The fallen flowers have been driven away by the wind.
Huaben Wuxinying filed a private prosecution.
On the way home from the Ming Dynasty, I went down to the west of the pond, and there was no place where the orioles were singing and the flowers were falling.
Word? Magnolia Flower Order
It rains on the sycamore leaves at midnight.
The soul in the dream is nowhere to be found.
I know autumn when I pillow on my pillow in the cool night, and listen to the cold crickets to encourage me to wake up.
In dreams, time passes.
I am still singing and dancing drunkenly in Jiangting.
There must be someone in front of you to ask your thoughts and thoughts to say goodbye.
Chapter: Xijiang Moon
The young master’s eyes are dazzled, but I can see through my nose first.
The scarf is drifting in the daphne breeze.
Aroused the spring dream of banished immortals.
The jade stamens in the Houtu Temple are bright red at the back of Penglai Hall.
This flower is clearer and more slender. Whose heart is the wine?
Chapter: Xijiang Moon
Several songs by Zhu Lan in the small courtyard, and three links with painted drums in the heavy city.
Watch the faint moon turn into bright wind. Go back to the fragrant clouds and dream.
The green sleeves are white, and the soap is half inserted in red.
The lanterns are scattered in the wine vines.
Punch lines fly by the minute.