Wang Pengyun (1849-1904), also known as Youxia and Youxia, was nicknamed Bantang Old Man, also known as Wuweng in his middle age, and Bantang Sengwu in his later years. A native of Lingui (now Guilin), Guangxi, his native place is Shanyin (now Shaoxing, Zhejiang). Official and poet in the late Qing Dynasty.
In the ninth year of Tongzhi (1870), Wang Pengyun passed the examination. During Guangxu's reign, he went to the Li Kebu to give advice. He stayed in Jianyuan for ten years and served dozens of officials, all of whom were related to political figures. In the 28th year of Guangxu's reign (1902), he left Beijing and went to the main school in Yangzhou. In June of the 30th year of Guangxu (1904), he died of illness in Suzhou at the age of 56.
Wang Pengyun Gongci, together with Kuang Zhouyi, Zhu Xiaozang, and Zheng Wenzhuo, are known as the "Four Great Masters of Late Qing Dynasty", with Pengyun ranking first. He is the author of collections such as "Weili Ci" and "Zhuong Weng Ci", which were later deleted and renamed as "Bantang Final Draft". Wang Pengyun once compiled the "Hua Jian Ji" and other poems from Song and Yuan dynasties into "Si Yin Zhai's Ci".
[Four Songs of Sweeping Flowers]
The eighteenth bend is the west side of Danfeng City, Huancun Road. Do you remember old travels? The green smoke is changing again, and the spring is singing and dancing. It's late for a good appointment, and there is a sound of autumn in the trees. Standing still, sighing, I want to visit autumn, but there is no evidence of autumn's turn. ○The wine is brought back to ancient times. Remembering the poets of the past, they were drunk and fragrant. Green wisps of distant mountains. Shang vaguely recognized that person. Tired of relying on the west wind, I mistakenly read the old red teeth. Called back. Listen to Congci and listen to the bells and drums in the evening sky.
The willow shades are green and green, the jade mirror is full of makeup, and the Qian Shang dances delicately. Pu Chan rhymes with noon. Relying on the sparse lines to remember, dragging the wind ahead. Wandering alone is better than lying in bed in the rain. The face is pale, and one leaf is left to trace the red color, to carry away the sorrow. ○The dust and shadows often take care of themselves. Laughing at Ge Pei and Dan, and allied with gulls and herons. Should the old fragrance be replaced? Afraid of returning to Biao Yangqu, the brocade machine will be lightly polluted. Si and Yun are free, leaving people to stay for a while. Geng was speechless. Looking into the depths of the flowers on the floor.
The beautiful clouds are scattered and fragrant, the pillow is cool at noon, and the people are quiet at the green window. The ring is misty. Yingyun signs messy leaves, leaning on Jiao Yi smiles. It's better to see the green sky overflowing with obstacles and the beautiful shadow in the wind. Since I am chanting, my white hair is secretly scratched, and I am worried about being annoyed by the flowers. ○Who shares the secret of the secret? Surprised as if the water is empty, the clouds are still coming. Sweep the dust. In exchange for flowers, drunken guests embrace the old days. Dreaming about Canglang, the music on the flute turns to the tune of the water. The screen is small. Write a low-level photo of plump jade toad.
The steep cold weather rises and falls, the smoke is flat on the broken shore, and the sails are blown by the wind. The diameter of the jian wave is small. Seeing people losing Guo, the city is noisy early. Looking back at Wu Feng, the mirror hides the misty traces of the conch. Turning around Gu Chuan and Chuan Chuan nine times, it is like being surrounded by sorrow. ○Who will pour the wine together? I'm even too lazy to ask Lanling, tulips are good. Yayou changed. The clouds on the stream are white, and the soul is broken. Stop playing the piccolo, for fear of entering the mountain sun and complaining tunes. Looking tiredly, leaning against the green canopy and condensing velvet hats.
[Seven Songs for Moyuer]
I am bored and belong to each other. Please listen to the sinful words. People in Guancheng eat meat without any sign of it, and they want to eat phoenix and lin preserved meat. You are here to stay, and I will ask the prince's family whether it is better than Qi Yan. The book is empty and he talks to himself. I sigh that my minister Shuo is always hungry, and that the general is carrying his belly, and who is he vomiting strange qi to? ○In Lin Pavilion, the past events are too numerous to recount, and it is difficult to draw a picture. There are outstanding people in Gaoping and Bolu, so how can you come to this country? When he dances in the night, his jaw is strange and he can't find a place to become a prince. Song Yu and you, even if you get the golden turtle, the fur is not swept away, don't comfort this painful feeling.
The sun sets on Yantai and the vast expanse, and the years are still urging twilight. Riding a car across the nine miles of the road, what's the point of looking up at the house and writing a book? I am suffering from my own pain, I blame my son for singing loudly, and I still promise him with blue eyes. Eat the wind and drink the dew. Let the dust fly ten feet away, the Qiong Tower is far away from you, and you can see the highest point. ○In the current affairs of the year, the gains are full of dust, and the Confucian crown is in vain. Do you know if the article is close to the price? It is the first poem of the Bao family. Forget you, you are just drunk in the countryside, the sun and the moon have no present or past. Don't complain about the small household, and ask if it's still the old days when a broken hat blows into the wind and Wu Shuang bullies his temples.
Leaning on the sparse lattice, the slanting wind and rain blow, and the courtyard steps are rustling. Fang Chun is already full of bad feelings, let alone spring like a tired person. Don't complain in spring, it will add all the spring tide, which is more profound than sorrow. The curtains are rolled up. There are traces on both sleeves left, and there are ten years of resentment. I have no plan to complain to Yan. ○Hushan Road, I saw it in my dream last night, Tangli was in full bloom. The spring wind is used to splashing the tears of orphans, and the flight of wild geese is interrupted. Looking at the eyes with sorrow, any trace of grass will be wiped out, and the banks of the two rivers will be left in the cold. The sound of the eaves is heard late at night, and I am afraid of the humming sound. If I lie on an empty bed and listen to it, it is easy to change my hair.
The curtains are rolled up and the coolness is refreshing, and people in Bianstone are in the autumn mood. The heart of the banana is afraid of the strong west wind, and cannot tolerate the rain and smoke. You don't believe me yet, your eyes are so empty that you can only describe the phantom. Regret for no reason. Look at the curled up and separated city oak trees, which are somewhat proud. ○Ten years have passed since I cherished and shamefully shed my hair, but I am still so frightened that I growl. The ancients deceived me, I hope you understand. In the green mirror, there is only an inch of light, and training rewards a confidant. The long song is lingering, I want to ask the west of the city, the clouds are still fine, and I am drunk together with a smile.
I am patient with the remaining changes, looking for sentences in the bonfire, who is the same tune in loneliness. Old friends know my lingering love, and we work together with carved jade and ice. Lord Don't laugh, once you are in the wind, you will once be hurt. The long song is vast. Looking far away and wandering low, working hard in the cold, don't be an outsider. ○I pity the thin flowers. Do you know that people who look at flowers are old? It’s still early to believe in spring next year. The soft red sun and moon are easy to pass away, for fear of being ridiculed by the forest. It doesn't matter whether we return home or not, all we can see is the misty mountains and there is no place for fishing. When I am satisfied with the beautiful scenery, I will always admire the green mountains, drink the white rocks, and dream of steady mountains and clouds.
refers to the sky, thousands of green willow trees, where are the wild clouds and ponds. The vicissitudes of life in a corner of the setting sun are reflected in the ruins and grass. The sorrow is vague, but the spirit is uniform, and the old plants and new ones are few. Xianou has seen enough. Give it all to the rivers and lakes and let him fall. It will be a waste of time and money. ○ Peaceful things, the romance in skirts and clogs is still there, and I am shocked. There are no questions about the trees in my old home. The ancient roads of Chang'an are covered with dust. Either way, you can try riding a whale while you're sweating, or watch the sunset while you're drunk. Return with a smile. More wine and oranges, deep in the green shade, reading the manuscript of Zhuang Tour quickly.
The wind and dust are overwhelming, the elegant sounds are few and far between, and who can say anything when I am lonely and gloomy? For ten years, I have been diligently holding the lead, and I am looking for the joy of playing the piano alone. It's a sigh of relief, I can see the red teeth, I'm so happy! Hanging low and hanging in the past. I'll try to practice before. If there is a spiritual poet, do you know that I am broken-hearted? ○Writing things, covering the pot to pay for the day and night, how can the new sound distinguish the bell and the fou? If you pity him to the point of death, your words will be astonishing. What's the point? You want to take it, but the whole score is broken, can you keep your spirit? Standing in pain. And get drunk on the golden platform, sing loudly and beat the building, and let the wind and rain mix.
[Mantingfang]
The wind and dew are high and cold, the cicadas are complaining, and people are leaning against lanterns and bonfires at night. The dark dust falls in shock, where is the clear sound? Pan Lang has grown old, his green shirt is still there, and his temples are less shameful. Ten years of hatred, unprovoked contact, heartbreaking old romance. ○Merry. At the click of a finger, the person in the painting is far away, and the spring is soft in the dream. At that time, the red beans were still there. Qian takes a peek at the pale moon, and all the joys and sorrows are revealed in one case. The frost is heavy, the penis is leaking, and the silver arrow is hidden in the throat.
[Autumn Night Song]
The cold clouds are low and the leaves are withering. It’s the end of autumn again. By the east garden, I remember how drunk the green was and how red it was in the spring. The thoughts are lingering, the thoughts are charming, and the threads of sorrow are difficult to deal with. The west wind is gentle, the fog and rain are misty, and it's so cold. ○There are yellow flowers, and the evening festival is over, and the frost has not stopped. The old friend's book is broken, and the sea traveler's talk is empty. What can make the public happy? Ande in the Cangjiang River. A Lingbo leaf penetrates thousands of reeds. Complaining about the clear sky, playing the flute on the lips of the boat, the bright moon in the singing palace is on the water.
[Six Songs to Congratulate the Bridegroom]
The lonely door is closed. And the years are like this at the end of the world, and I feel lonely when I travel. What happened the day before yesterday is still empty. What's more, the orchestral music is crisp and clear. The bushes are deep and the squirrels are roaring. All the spirits should hate the ghosts of Song Mountain, and they can't help but feel haggard. ○The sea and mountains are surrounded by smoke and trees. After Zicheng Lian stabbed the boat back, Guo's affection was not there. I looked at the stars and the moon with blank eyes, but I saw the tower with a snap of my fingers. Ask who is leaning on the railing at a high place. The fine zithers are scattered and the jade pillars are cast, and the golden tears are wasted in vain. Listen to the loud sound and the sound of wild geese.
Dreams are not true. It is a clear new color smile, melting and venting. On a sunny day, the house has been around for a long time, and the children on the left and right are childish. A vivid glimpse into the love of youth. I regret that the morning bell urges my dreams to turn, and I embrace the cold quilt and remember the past events sparsely. A little bit left, I shed tears. ○I can’t bear the decline of my temples and become a man. Try to look back at eight years old and snap your fingers, in a dream of joys and sorrows. It's rare to come together at night and have fun together, and the love words linger in our ears. It seems that we are far away and don’t leave in a hurry. If Jiuyuan still has flesh and blood, this body will be as good as a piece of paper today. No, who knows?
How can I express my thoughts? It's easy to sell out all the wine in your life. Looking back on Mai's ten years of regret, she shed tears all over the ice and snow of Longshan Mountain. The dark traces are all over the hair. What kind of things are there to bear down on the birds and children? They will return to the clouds, dreams, and the long moon. Listen to the rain at night and feel the desolation together. ○It is better to say goodbye than to join hands for now. Looking at the wind and dust in the rivers and lakes, the stars are separated and reunited. We met once and were old, and the cold words were heartbreaking. Don't worry about Han Cong. Sihaizi consists of those who are truly strong, accustomed to singing songs and cutting the ground as strong as iron. The frosty bamboo is cold and cracks for you.
This evening is truly priceless. Overlooking the dangerous building, there are four volumes of clouds, and a jade plate hangs high. The summer heat in the world is exhausted, and the cool charm is borrowed before autumn. And the Yinhan sinks and flows to the west. There is no dry dust in Ningbailan. It is a natural wine-loving poetry club. Ling Hao Miao, the most suitable night. ○Chengfeng dares to imitate traveling to immortality. The dust-covered neck has been preserved for thirty years, and is temporarily written by Tao. The road back to Yuyu Qionglou is far away, and I am still afraid of the cold weather at high places. Don't let your flowers rest lightly. He should be used to the madness of Chang'e, relying on Shang's songs and caring about the few people he knows. Look at the lonely crane, coming down.
Luoluochenjingan. It has been thirty and six years in a few years, but it is just half tonight. Who will pity Chen Shuo for his death when he is full and hungry? Let's chat together with the dwarf. Look at the wind and flowers in the eyes. The wine is sweet and the tea is sweet, and the silver lamp is on the side. The material is not as good as the rotten sheep's head.It is easy to send people across the river. ○ Stop being lazy when you get the cup. Listen to the miserable cicadas clinging to the walls, and the sound of autumn changing quietly. People talk and drink with each other outside, and use it as a waist fan to protect the dust. How far can you go before the emperor? Those who are not as good as Gongrong on the road, and those who are worse than Gongrong, should not share the same cup. A song, Nanshan Day.
stimulates those who behave badly. The spring is as cold as water, and the person is as picturesque. The shadows on the silver screen are side by side, how can the fragrance come from the orchids and musk deer. The romantic moon is priceless tonight. I would like to send you a message in the Ming Dynasty to drink wine when you are sick, and please note the "Xunfang holiday" in the ministerial period. If you don't care, the superior will scold you. ○Who can get rid of the hot blood? Just vaguely like the old slave, he is not fake to others. Winning Chanjuan's favor is nothing more than that. Let the idle flowers bloom and wither. Laughing off the drums of Cen Mou Lao, and beating in Xiejie and Gengdong. And get drunk and experience all three elegances.
[The green mountains are wet]
The Mid-Autumn Festival is approaching, and the wine is touching, and the wine is drinking with a pair of smiles. I remember that in the fragrance of osmanthus, I leaned against the green dossier and wore bright makeup. More chirping and auspicious words wishing Lan Fang: May flowers and good people be healthy every year. Drunken with flowers, I don’t envy mandarin ducks. Who believes that the high bridge rents the veranda, the prince wanders in the sky. ○ Even if he could do divination, it would be difficult for him to do it. At this moment, he was very sad. After twenty-three years of dreaming, frost invaded the temples, and no one could think of it. Look, the children are ready to worship. It's just unbearable, withered grass outside the setting sun, tang pears stained with tears and blood on the clothes. The bright moon bows for no reason, and the sky shines yellow at night.
[Linjiang Immortal Five Songs]
The sound of firecrackers reminds me to change the year. This evening is a special place every year. Brothers across the world look at each other. When will you return? Talking, laughing and drinking wine. ○ Already married to Xiang Ping. Whoever wishes good things to a famous mountain will pay for it. Stop listening to divination and hiding things from the mirror. Spring flowers and autumn moon. Let the scenery flow.
Singing and crying for no reason, the moon is cold, and the strong love will last until this year. The broken song is as sad as a legend. In the dream of spring at home, in front of the wine glass of life. ○Maowu and stone fields are desolate, but dreaming of returning home is still home and mountain. Whose side does Nanyun fall on when he looks back? Concentrating on the wall of Xiangshui River, I asked Zuo Tutian.
At dusk, the north is very busy facing south, and the wind is often cold and windy. Mr. sparse is Tianwu. The idle sun and moon in the drunken country are useless. ○Note: Three hundred jars of Huangjun were originally filled with food materials for corrupt Confucian scholars. Thinking has no place and leads to nothing. Forget the opportunity to watch the autumn water, and be proud of the Dahuai Palace.
The wine-poetry man is now gone, and the evening wind blows his temples. Only Yemei knows this. Collect the fragrance and nourish the mugwort, wait for the curing to grow horizontal branches. ○Who says that love lasts forever, and the dawn is white all over the mountain brows. The cold city tower has thin branches. The sky is low, the clouds are freezing, the wind is strong and the geese are singing late.
Thirty-year-old dream clouds cannot be blown away, and now I am hesitant to wake up. The west wind wins the hair on the temples. The body is like a spring cocoon, and the heart is like a frozen fly. ○The people in the city are full of groans, so there is no need for Ding Ling to come back. The rivers and mountains are like wine and the people are different. There are so many things in Huanglong that I can't help but feel sad about.
[Four Poems Quoted by Taichang]
The autumn atmosphere and the calm clouds in the painting. The disease starts with timidity and light clothing. The thought is desolate. Listen to the appointment. The sound of crickets and wild geese. ○Ning Xin Laozi. Abdominal distension. The empty space is full of space for you. How long does it take to have blue eyes? Look at the mountains. New to Slim Health.
The green locust cicada swallows the afternoon sun. The residual dream is still whirling. It's not love. It has been windy and rainy these days. ○Take it with cold powder. Hit the pillar to eliminate worries and wake up the whole family from drunkenness. Looking into the mirror is a waste of time. Sighing about gray hair is so exciting.
Xiao Shu's short hair can't help but scratch her head. Return to dream Chu Tianyao. Drink and read Li Sao. Ask celebrities when prices are high. ○It can be shaken down. The leisurely body is like a leaf, and the wind is full of the pavilion. Who can recruit the soul-broken Qian? Remember the drunkenness and the willows and bridges.
I am so sad that I drink wine like a tide. My mind is full of worries. The moon sets and the geese flock high. The shadows in the canyon and the galaxy are shaken. ○The sound of business rises at night. Looking north through the clouds, Liang Yan suddenly leaves the nest. The soul cannot help but disappear. Hugh Geng said, Soul-eliminating Baqiao.
[Four Poems of Divination Operator]
Look forward to the full moon, and look forward to it every night. Who would believe that when Qingguang is full of desire, he will be jealous of Xianyun. ○Seventy-two mandarin ducks, living side by side with flowers on their necks. Who believes that they will fly against each other in pairs, and the remaining lone luan will be sent to dance.
The composition of the scene does not have to be strange, so it should be called Xiao Xianwo. I thanked my uncle leisurely in Qiu Valley, and I had this intention throughout my life. ○The rapids are blocked by beautiful mountains, and the peaks are in the clouds. The empty water in Yundan Mountain is clear, and it is a good place to stay in this hometown until you grow old.
The wine is drunk with yellow flowers, and all the people are in Tao Pengze. Three Paths without capital is also a return. Who can get this meaning? ○Reciting Beifeng poems makes me feel ashamed of being in the Nancun house. Rely on the autumn mountain to relieve the ridicule, the bright and beautiful forest is cold and green.
In the dream, half of the pond is autumn, and the broken walls are covered with smoke and willows. The poetic emptiness refers to who it is, and the coolness of the outside is clear. ○ Worry is brought to you by the side of wine. Talking about the white-haired heart of Jianghu, Yuanhe is surprisingly thin.
[Five Poems of Complaints about Changting]
A comic about the long night and the short night. The eyes are full of dust and dust, but who can wear a plain coat? After a few nights of frost, there is no limit to the middle-aged silk and bamboo. May the flowers grow well, and may my wind be reduced. You don’t need to know anything, just look at the moon and the pure and honorable people are full.○Yi An. If you recognize the traces of wine, the wine lovers have long since dispersed. The cold shadow makes Lan Wan laugh. All Yiyi, according to the silver lotus seat, but also shy to the year of the mind. Beautiful curtains and horizontal branches, accompanied by flutes in the cold night.
is the first time the book has been released. The gates and alleys are filled with confusion and confusion. Swallows fly in, and the old nest becomes dusty and miserable. A trace of deep hatred blows away the wind and rain. Holding back the tears and facing the redness, where is the spring tide? ○Speechless. Looking at the misty clouds, I still fall in love with the setting sun and the tall trees. Dream shadows in the rivers and lakes, secretly melancholy chasing the wind of spring city. I can't complain enough, my heart is as clear as water, and I pay it to the sound. Looking back at the Western Mountains, my heart breaks and my green eyebrows are charming.
is suddenly full of excitement. Lonely Pavilion Gao, trying the cold season. How embarrassing it is to be shaken down, Geng Lang's departure is sad and desolate. Whether the guest is pregnant or not, he still recognizes the hair of the stars. People grow old in the autumn, hope in vain, and the sky is over. ○Depressed. There are several songs in the palace ditch, and I am afraid that the red color of resentment will disappear. Looking for poetry in the old way, save the past things. Evening crows can tell. It's the spring breeze, surrounded by greenery, and the jade trees on the grass are hissing in the morning. But as far as the eye can see in the sky, the cold green and light smoke are clearly diminishing.
is melancholy at the frosty and cold sunset. The scenery is shocking, who can complain about the sorrow? How embarrassing it is to grow old, relying on the wind to cry and complain about traveling alone. The picturesque Gaocheng was once my place to look at the clouds. Lonely Green Poplar Bay, don’t send me away, just across the river. ○Stand still. Sighing that we are so close to each other, will my dream come true tonight? The crow crows and the moon falls, and the sleepiness of the pillow becomes more frequent. If Yanying can merge with the rivers and lakes, he will happily enter and have children in front of the lamp. I tied the cable again and was willing to go toward the road. I was worried and asked about the way to the west of the bamboo.
is almost a mistake. Hundreds of jars of yellow rice are used for cooking. The falling clouds are solitary, waiting for leisurely relaxation to determine what the meaning is. Cold and green, it still tastes like childhood. Oulu, don't be surprised to guess, try to recognize and sign a piece of paper. ○Send worry. Asking where the mountain is, the dim beacon rises in the west. Du Ling is haggard after all the sales. Looking at tired feathers, they have fallen into the rivers and lakes, and their memories are still lingering, and the traces of their nests are leaning against the clouds. I only urge for a new voice, but I haven't gotten used to the end of Yuxiao.
[Three Songs for Picking Mulberry Seeds]
The column of stems recorded songs and I stood there leisurely, watching the shadows in the corridor. Moon Shadow Gallery. The temperature dropped suddenly. ○How much spring is stored in the small garden, and the flowers should be fragrant. The leaves should be fragrant. That forbidden east wind willow catkins are crazy.
The murmuring words at the end of spring flowers are recorded in fragrant red. The beautiful shadow fell into the air. Don't praise the work in the dance in Yushu. ○The stone nest clicks and passes the lamp, stop complaining to the golden wind. The news was shocking. The tortoiseshell beam is sleeping deeply.
It rains slightly at dusk, but spring melts. Wang Xietang. Where can I not feel annoyed when I hear a song? ○Who can express my leisurely feelings? Don’t cover it up in haste. Down and out follow the wind. You should also cherish Lao Hong when you are plundering water.
[Six Songs of Water Dragons]
When dust flies ten feet high, how can one bury sorrow in the world? He smiles dejectedly, and the jade mountain falls on its own, and he sleeps in spring. I have forgotten each other, the shadow of bananas covers deer, and the roots of locust trees seal ants. Sighing for the ruthless sophistication and rushing to catch up with the heat, I asked who knows and tastes it. ○It is said that it is the most pleasant place to go to the dynasty to hold the Hut, and the western mountains are still green. How like a pillow. Forget about the machine and disappear, in the dreamland. Everything goes smoothly, and it lasts for hundreds of years, and I sleep soundly. Waiting for the three invitations of the oriole, I peek into the garden and enjoy the joy, supported by beautiful flowers.
The east wind does not bring the spring, but how can it only bring the sound from the side, the rain in the broken cloud pavilion, the curtains are like a dream, and the place is deserted. The fire is languid, the flowers are about to fade, and the weather is annoying. There is even more unexplained clearing of the horns, which is suddenly sad but then swallows, and then calls out and new sorrow arises. ○I remember that every year during Yanjiu, Tongjie is bustling with the sound of spring. Fragrant cars and BMWs, blue and red children, white clouds in the view. It’s scary to keep things in mind, who will continue the clear journey? It’s hard to understand. Calculating victory on the subway armor, rushing into the wall and falling off the finger, getting drunk on the battlefield.
Leaning against the railing, I stand alone in the palace surrounded by flowers. I am willing to change the color to red and thin, the ice condensation liquid, the jade plate absorbs the dew, and the butterflies peek at the bees. We are tired of the wine, blowing the curtains and fans. I am disappointed that Cai Luan's letter is vague, the moon is slanting and the smoke is light, I know the place, and the fragrance comes suddenly. ○The best singing and dancing in Yangzhou is when spring is thick and the flowers are blooming. There is a frown and a desire to speak, but there is hatred about leaving, and the pink marks are slightly wrinkled. The hairpin is exposed, the hair is delicate and delicate, and the hands are crisp and slender. Only the hair on the temples is getting old, the West Garden is lonely, and the youth is lost.
html I am accustomed to frost at the age of 0, but I am surprised how early spring comes the next year. Where the brocade flags fly, in the fragrant jade plum blossoms, there is a spring smile. Spring brings sorrow to Nong, Nong will bear spring back, and he will fall down with boredom. Even if you look at the smoky scenery of the heavy city, the flowers are bright and the willows are beautiful, I didn't realize that it was less prosperous. ○Who is fake in most of the articles? Zhan Chun Xian, green moths are making trouble. Fanfeng is a scoundrel, and after urging Fang Xin, he urges people to grow old. When you are wandering around in gold, you are thinking about jade, so don’t be idle. Look at the beautiful scenery and forget the love, the shadows are full of shadows, curling towards the hairpin.The black eyebrows do not point to Wu Wa, but Lingbo is the only beauty in the sky. The sparse forest is frost-stained, the moss is deep on the ground, and the empty hall is full of flowers. Beads are splashing and jumping, jade is pouring out with a clear sound, stone scales are wild and green, and the shadows are reflected from the railing. The ancients have disappeared, leisure and sorrow are driven away, and light gulls are rising.○The smoke from the one-stringer bamboo stove is thin, and I lie down listening to pine trees and washing my zither and lute. Who knows when I am lonely? I hold my lamp in the wind and ask for water. Cruise in the setting sun, the ancient Yin Qiu Garden, and the music and songs make you drunk. Call the copper bottle to pick it up, come back and try again, smell it in the mountain spring.
Who is deliberately cutting the ice, trying to compete for the beauty of the six heavens. The moon in Huaqing is cold, the jade face is lonely, and the makeup of crying is the first try. It is very light and becomes yin, there is color in the sky, the remaining flowers are full of reds and purples, the branches are in spring, occupying the green land. ○ When the tree touches the edge, I feel new hatred. When the catkins are flying, I am leaning against the east railing. Be fragrant, slightly sour, secretly sympathetic. The dream also fades, the broken bridge is left to talk, and the dusk clouds are boundless. I just worry about the wind and rain, his affectionate mood, and the door is closed.
[Niannujiao Eleven Poems]
When I came to Zongmu, I embroidered Kawahara wrongly, like joining the lapel sleeves. Pointing to the shadow of the trees in the Ming Tombs, Tianshou is as depressed as a cloud. In a moment, there are vicissitudes of life, wind and rain in the four mountains, and the king's energy is gone for a long time! The waves produce golden millet, and the old pine trees roar like dragons. ○Only the sand and grass are faint, and the white wolf is forever rolling along the wall. Ye Lao also knows that the world changes, and he still says that the mountain spirits are watching over him. Pingchu is desolate, with chaotic clouds and no more wine. Looking back from the mountain, the setting sun still falls in love with Gaoxiu.
The man fell to the ground. See the storm at your fingertips. I was heartbroken several times. I also know that the sound of a wild chicken is not evil. There are no stars on the temples. Lead career. Promote your career. It's still shameful to look down. The sword rang in the bag. Stop breathing out your breath late at night. ○It’s a shame to lament the gains and losses. A hundred years have not yet expired. Every inch is as strong as a curve. Sit and draw pictures and talk to your heart. I forgive you for complaining about it. The hills and valleys follow the rules. Dust blanket. Wei Shang is still in vain. Ashamed of your kindness. I walk with my clothes on to fish for clouds and water.
The remaining cold weather is still lingering, and Huai Street is noisy, with bells and drums announcing the clear weather. On Fangjie, three points are more than two points, and several families on the fence have a spring gathering. The peach blossoms of the fisherman, the fragrant grass of Wang Sun, don't ask about the year and the way. Today in Xishan, high-rise buildings have many things on their minds. ○ Na De is like a king. He doesn’t know what to do and enjoys his leisure time. The idle people in Laojing want to grow vegetables, but they don’t want thousands of trees. Looking at the long sword carelessly, throwing down the wine glass, I flew to dream of Cangzhou. Transformed into two birds, forgetting the opportunity to watch the gull and heron together.
The east wind is blowing, and it is spring scenery again. One third exceeds two. Happiness is hard to come by and flowers grow old easily. Don't let your work sit idle. The book is full of resentment, the dream is filled with sorrow, and the old songs still make no sense. Chun Yun is fine, and Lin Ying will stop complaining about being haggard. ○Pointing to a corner of the cornice, a hundred-year-old skirt and clogs, and the Shengjiang family pavilion in the distance. Weidu's wind and smoke are as strong as five feet in the sky, and the sales are as bright as water. Passing by the drunken lake and mountains, smiling men, fish and birds came to me. The little peach is blooming, and you know who you are charming towards.
The clouds in Shentun are chaotic. I lean on the railing and worry about the color of the spring mountains. Fang's affairs are ruthless and trustworthy, and she is still a little peach. The birds are singing, the curtains are shining, and it is easy to throw away. The building is safe, no matter how dusty it is when you arrive. ○Reminiscing about the time when Chu Ke was a guest, the notes written by friends were flowery, and the beautiful words were cold and green. Blowing tears at the locust tree in the courtyard to get the nectar in person, this is the experience of melancholy. The sound of the piano at sunset, the mirage in the distant sky, no one can sell the new hatred. If the ileum is severed, there will be no leftover flute across the fence.
The Jinliang is tired, and each other is full, and the eaves are not supported. Losing and leisurely leisurely clouds means laziness, not like traveling lightly. Can Ba Guanhe, sad autumn season, forget to drink wine. Qihuai is slightly tired, and the new sentence before the full sentence is hesitant. ○Why do you have to be haggard and have a good life? The rivers and lakes are full of blessings, and you can only heal your wounds and fall away. The official willows hang down and cast their shadows, which are worth several pieces of silk. The white hair is scratched, the green hills are growing, and the wind is blowing in everything. Old friends make old news, and we make appointments during the chrysanthemum period.
The clouds are buried in the waves, and I think about my old days, singing about the scenery nearby. Asking whether Jiangshan is okay, he looks at the broken rock wall. Intermittent storming waves, chatting in the sand, leaving good words in the ice and snow. Before Jiao Xian wakes up, he awakens heroes for me. ○The most beautiful thing is that it touches the sad heart, the Zen sky and the Brahma are released, and the hair is clear outside the clouds. The green smoke that hits the ground cannot fly, and the air in the sea is obviously reduced. Autumn colors come from the west, and the Central Plains looks to the north, and the horizon is as green as hair. Lonely light does not change, sentimental only has a full moon.
I worshiped the Buddha in a deep niche and rubbed the broken stone for a moment, making me want to cry. I wish people would remember it in the sky, and look at the clouds when they are haggard. Thousands of deaths are difficult to endure. Who can recognize the three lives? When will this hatred end? I have no relatives in heaven, and I envy my brothers outside the world. ○I still remember that last year, I separated my lapels, the autumn heart was gloomy, and you shed tears. When the book ruler of Zhengjianghu comes, I am also swaying like this. The Buddha also has no spirit, and it is difficult to ask questions from heaven. The verses are scattered in the west wind. The futon is thrown into the old age, and the Zen bond is realized at the same time.
The dusk clouds are boundless, taking advantage of the wild geese wind to move southward, keeping my arms as long as a trust. The horse stage is desolate and easy to grow old. Who will do it recently? I miss the frost flowers and glimpse the soul of the moon. Drink the turbid wine leisurely. The old friend is gone, who knows that I am desolate. ○The play recalls that day when the old man in Yuyi played the flute and sat facing the long flood. The rivers and mountains are full of unique scenery, and the horses' heads are covered with dust. In the Ming Dynasty, he was still drunk, lying down and listening to the chariot chanting. Wherever I go, I hold the pincer in my left hand.
The rustling of the wood leaves was the sound of autumn at the postal pavilion last night. The skinny horses are neighing in the wilderness, and wild animals are driving people around frequently. The wine is cold and the clothes are dusty, and the dream returns to the soil. No need to worry about life experience. A green hair in the distance, following each other is like comforting and leaving the rope. ○The clear fields are full of mulberry and hemp, the years are rolling, and the long rivers are falling in the sky. The phantom is like smoke. Who can reassemble it? Everything is like a bean and a melon. The jade is square and sparse, the alchemy skills are returned, and the cow palace Duo is bought. The village mash should be ripe, and the koji is fragrant and the wind is full of promises.
[Six Songs of Manjianghong]
The lotus reaches Chang Ge, and it has been completely conquered, and the nine passes are full of demons. Still remember, the sad song calls for the sword, and we look at each other in the middle of the night. The bleak beacon smoke and frontier fortress month, wasted ice and snow, lonely ministers shed tears. Even if you become famous, you will end up losing your original intention, so what? ○It’s hard to ask questions, but there are no worries. A true censor, a strange man. I am so depressed that I am ashamed of you and want to die. Favor and disgrace are related to the world's plans, and prosperity and decline are related to the human world. May you never forget and cherish your life for a hundred years, and you will do well.
Hooded and dusty, I bow down again and go to the Zhuxian Temple. It is still as if the heroic spirit is connected, and the mind is wandering as if at first sight. The past lingers low in the wind and rain, and the new sorrow is gloomy in the rivers. What's more, Xueti reads the inscribed poem and beats up the broken monument! ○Huanglong finger, gold medal Asia. Jingjing shadow, words of vicissitudes of life. Looking at the mist and the setting sun, I seem to hear the sadness. The anger is rising, the dragons and dragons are trying to turn back the waves, and the sorrow is causing the people to be still in society. The long pine trees and gloomy branches recognize the south branches, and the cold waves are flowing down.
Tears spilling pepper pulp, whoever believes in it is just a watchful eye. The test period refers to the bones and flesh of the world, only more than one year old. That one is so weak now, you know what it is like. The saddest thing is that I missed my brother because of his illness, and the new book arrived. ○ Make an appointment with the bed and return it to the farming plan. I'll wait for you and you'll take care of me. It's such an unprovoked nightmare, it's so shocking. If you are still with me underground, it will definitely overcome my panic. The soul is summoned, like the sea of ink and clouds, the soul has not yet arrived.
Thunderstorm empty hall, startling rolls unfold, dragons and snakes rise to the ground. Where you look at it, it is as awe-inspiring as seeing it, and the sword is full of light. The high energy spreads across the mountains and is about to shake, and the friendship solemnly belongs to each other. Thinking about the late night, the shield is dripping with ink, and I still cry when I sing. ○I feel sad and sad. Thousands of times, read in a loop. The king's sword can be fake, so why should it be so humiliated? I hope that no one will be seen for thousands of years, and the car will overturn after looking for the same car. Ask who is talking about it, snow tears and lamentations, Yantai is built.
Hooded and dusty, I bow down again and go to the Zhuxian Temple. It is still as if the heroic spirits are connected, and the gods are wandering like three. The past lingers low in the wind and rain, and the new sorrow is gloomy in the rivers. What's more, Kan and Xueti read the inscribed poems and beat up the broken tablets. ○Huanglong finger, gold medal Asia. Jingju shadow, words of vicissitudes of life. Facing the mist and the setting sun, it seems like I can smell the roar. The anger is rising, the dragons and dragons are trying to turn back the waves, and the sorrow is causing the people to be still in society. The long pine trees are caressing, and the curly hair is recognizing the south branches, and the cold waves are flowing down.
is the first country, dominating the government and the southeast. Hanging traces, rise and fall are everywhere, and there are grass and trees in the setting sun. The clouds in Jingkou reach the sky and the North Pole, and the waves in Haimen reach the east. Only golden burnt, two points in the turbulent current, green as before. ○The wind blows and the river sounds angry. Autumn is dark and the city is dark. Watch the flying ships flying and dancing on the tide. Tianqianman praised the good situation, and all the heroes went there. Relying on the long song, I can't tell the sorrows of the past and present. Who can I complain to?
[Eight Sounds of Ganzhou Two Songs]
is a man, accustomed to the long march, and he is sad when facing discord. As the elm bar goes east, there are sandworms, cranes, and vast beacon smoke. May I ask who is healthy today? Be generous and whip first. And the sleeves are leveled with the military policy, and the travel is carried out. ○ As I grow old, I beat the drum with fear and lament that there is no more sorrow and joy, so I changed to Hua Dian. The most heroic and trivial dragons are asking the sky. Recognize the jagged and divine trees, and hope that the chariot will return to the year of Zhongxing. When I look back, I can see that the moon in the middle of the night still shines on Juyan.
Every year, the flowers say spring is coming, this year is doubly sad. Leaning on the railing and saying nothing, the water is fresh green and the sky is distantly green. Checking Xi Nang's inscriptions, the remaining inscriptions are "痗花". Enjoy the pure and harmonious thoughts, and the dust on your forehead will be light. ○I listen to the music in my sorrow, even if I cry from the end of the world, it is still the sound of separation. I am sad to see my old friend disappear, the sun sets from Gaocheng, and I am alone in the clouds looking south, but the plain forest is like smoke in the wild. The home is far away, and Zhu Xian hates it. Who cares about Xiang Ling?
[Qing Ping Le Four Songs]
A hundred years of grass. There is not much left. I held my hands behind my back and watched birds in the sky. The green mirror is dust-free. ○ I laugh at Nanhua when I am happy, who is Hua Xu’s dream about? Fortunately, the spring breeze is so powerful that it blows open and blows down thousands of flowers.
continuous sky sand grass. Take Handan Road south. I haven't even noticed the fairyland on my pillow. That strange pipa sound disappeared. ○The mountains and rivers are covered with beacon smoke, and the good spring is mostly wasted. The flying swallows are so strange that they are not afraid of clouds when they come and go.
spend time sitting quietly. Sitting for a long time and forgetting myself. Good sentences come and go but they are missed. Intermittent quiet birds are like peace. ○The mountains and rivers of Miaoran are empty and deep, and Zhaowen wants to play drums but has no piano. Who believes that a hundred years of magic can make a fortune in a moment?
fishing rod. The spring clothes are stained by dust. With eyes towards Chao Lian, she is getting thinner. Do you know that the grass is still as old as before? ○When will I return to sweep the moss?The woodcutter and the green drink together. Return the five willows in front of my door. He laughed at the three locust trees in the hall.
[Two Songs by Poppies]
Spring clothes are about to be tried, but the cold is still alive. Worry is the spring breeze. Throwing golden bullets to beat the wandering warbler, I don’t know that the prodigal son in the end of the world still cares about love. ○There are places for people to walk in Pingshan, but it is forbidden to worry about this. The flowers fall and the mountains are fragrant, who cares about the spring sun in the song?
Tanle's golden pavilion is good. Who makes the frosty flower draft? Half a lifetime of heartfelt appreciation does not conflict with it, and it is rare to draw a picture of the gray and red parts of the calamity. ○ Qingchou leisurely rises to the fence. Feeling sorry for oneself. The old house in the sparse forest has short edgings, and the autumn scenery is miserable.
[Tang Duoling's Three Poems]
The spring trees are noisy and the crows are noisy. Spring City swallows the evening cake. There are many flowers, red rain and flowers. They are all traveled by the east wind, and when you look back, you will reach the end of the world. ○ Several layers of curtains. Deep in Yanzi’s home. Don't think about the prosperity of the past. Who will get it if he is intoxicated with wealth and indulgence? It’s already spring beauty, only one point difference.
pluck your temples and practice growing flowers. Junpeng rolls in the cool evening. The evening breeze is gentle and the soft jade is fragrant. I remember that on the new moon in the wine stall, I often leaned against the drunken man and was close to the hairpin beam. ○I can’t help but be crazy as I get older. The mud behind the curtain is old and fragrant. Talking about brothels and residual dreams are ridiculous. Knowing that it is gentle and knowing that it is fortunate, it is easy to hold on to the youth field. The difficulty of
is the source of worry. No burn marks for days. Overflowing with lush greenery, looking back at Qingmen. The bronze camels on the street are like words of explanation, facing each other and complaining about the king and the grandson. ○Don’t argue about who is the Communist. Destroy the soul by high altitude. No worries, wax drums promote spring. There was no sight of the sad old man sneaking around, and there were a few groans on the Qujiang River.
[Two recent poems by Zhu Yingtai]
Looking for fragrance when tired, facing the mirror generously, leaning against the painting at dusk. Yan is jealous and Ying Guess, how emotional are they towards each other? The fallen flowers are still colorful, and it is hard to beg for light and gloomy, and it is in vain to be troubled and worried about the wind and rain. ○ Xiaoyuan Road, how many sales can I get? Liu Guang made a mistake again. Chatting hand in hand to stay in spring, spring is gone! It's a pity that the beauty is limited, the love is boundless, the money is all paid, and the wind is easy.
There are hooks hidden in it, flowers cover the situation, and each one falls into happy memory. The zither and wild geese are covered in dust, and I am looking for a character. Who is the sound of the jade flute? The stars were blown last night, and the dream clouds were easy to blow. ○Recalling the past, competing for trust and neglecting the heart of the piano, I feel like I am tired of traveling, blowing catkins and picking flowers, and I have too much sorrow and no plan. I had known that when I was drunk, I would be trapped like this. I regret that I am so light and the bottom of the oil curtain is green.
[Four Poems of Jade Leak Chi]
Looking forward to the spring grass, the remaining red leaves are all gone, and the old sorrows are hard to sweep away. Drinking in the garden, I’m tired of the past travels! At what time are the tidbits floating around, and how cloudy or sunny is it? Good luck to your dream. I still remember that when the night comes, I will arrive empty-handed. ○How about long tail and short wings? Even if you listen to songs in sorrow, it will also hurt your arms. In the best years of life, who believes that spring will die early? Keep the beautiful days here, rest in the cold and the swamp of your old home. Chanting and thinking quietly, this hateful partridge can say.
The jade flute is playing in the old score, and in the sound of the drum, there is a secret sorrow. The turbid wine sings alone, and I am familiar with the wind and dew from the end of the world. Besides the Yanghua Swallow, who else would miss you so much? River road. The sadness is gone. A poem from Wucheng. ○ There are some orchids in the desolate Hui Hui, and there is no reason to sigh and feel happy, just like talking to each other. The misty moon is shining in the Chen Sui Dynasty, and the gold powder workers are worried. Don't complain about the city guarding the corner. Even if you hear it, it will be more painful to be silent. Looking for a sentence, the lights are sparse and the window is red at night.
Qingge flowers curl up outside, thirty years of sweet dreams, unexpected surprises. The shadows are scattered, like the dust of love is hard to sweep away. Tears touch the spring shirt, and the young swallows are made of clay. Xinhenqiu. Weicheng still sings, why can't it be miserable? ○I have looked back several times and asked when I was a singer in the old days. Flowers fall and flowers bloom, and Liu Lang looks down upon the old in the poem. I am the only one who can't help but feel depressed when I tell you Zhenyuan's anecdotes. Hugh is secretly annoyed, there will be more frost in the mirror tomorrow.
html In October, people are lazy, the wind is light and the rain is light, which makes them miserable. The small room sings about Hunan, quietly leaning on the copper lotus and carefree. It's like a good night is thrown away lightly, but it's hard for me to express my feelings based on my bias. Worry and look far away. The floating clouds know that Su'e is resentful. ○The melons and fruits are still in the atrium. It seems like the time of year, and the moon is bright and the flowers are shining brightly. Looking at each other with sadness and illness, I am tired of talking about the string instrument late at night. All the strands of seal are curled up, and there are endless complaints and deep wishes. Luo Li Yan, railings dew and weeping.[Four Poems on Dian Jiang Lips]
Even if you spend all your money, it’s still hard to buy happiness. Qian Chun was speechless and heartbroken to find his way back. ○Spring can come when it goes away, but can people come back when it goes away? It's dusk in the pavilion, there are countless mountains, and the only sound is the bitter sound of cuckoo.
The wabi is unprovoked, and the singing is not a sad spring sentence. I am a householder in Xishan and know my leisure mood. ○If you go to Malay cattle, it will be like this. At dusk in Yantai, wherever the trees are high, I can listen to the golden thread while drunk.
Don't rely on your heights, the grass is dim and the sky is twilight. There are countless chaotic mountains, but the clouds are so leisurely. ○ A small boat with leaves, dreaming of finding poems. The sorrow lingers, the broken sound is bitter, the lonely dragon rains.
Tired of facing the autumn light, the chaotic red color recognizes the source of sorrow. The parrot tree in the swallow curtain reminds me of the place where spring is found. ○When I wake up in the west building, I hate chasing Xinhong. Travel sentiment storage. The broken clouds are like wisps, and the tears are blown by the wind.
[Four Songs by Nanxiangzi]
Drunk and ridiculed again. The red and thin ones prefer the green ones. Hearing the words and deeds of birds all over the place, who knows. Sit and watch the spring slowly return. ○Everything has success and failure. A song of farewell to the emperor. Waiting for the long pole to float on the big swamp, Yiyi. The clouds and water were slightly confused and confused.
The slanting moon is half dim. When the freezing rain clears, the tears still linger. Tired of leaning on the incense camper to warm my words, I am worried about listening. The parrot urges people to say the fourth update. ○This hatred will last my whole life. Red beans cannot be planted without roots. How many roads are there on Pingshan Mountain, and they are all green. A piece of smoke is the way out.
The mountain color falls into the city. Don't let the dust reduce the old green. Just watching the guests in front of the mountain makes me sad. Leaning alone on a tall building, my eyes are tired. ○The dusk clouds stopped at the corner of the eaves. Huaiyuan was so hurt that he wanted to burst into tears. Yesterday, I dreamed about the sound of going west from Hengfen. Saiyan was shocked and couldn't bear to hear it.
residual raindrop sparse update. Which layer of cool clouds is autumn in? At this time, Su'e was cold and desolate. The Yaochai cannot be adjusted by knocking it off. ○Tear stains on the silk handkerchief. Too much wine will wake you up from your dreams. When I mentioned the donation of posthumous flutes and fans, I was very happy. Like water, sorrow arises overnight.
[Preface to the Oriole's Cry]
The silent painting is alone, and the mood is like water. The soft wind brings the sound of cuckoo, and the red flowers float all over. I listened to the song and swallowed it several times, and my hometown was far away and the clouds were falling. The wind and dust are so desolate that Qi Qi is always sad and thoughtful. ○Indulging in excuses, having too much fame, and being a hero? As far as the sky is empty, the sound of returning geese is sour, and the people of Bishan are far away. At the end of the world, I climbed to Diaogu. In the clouds, I could see the imperial city in the distance. Even on the long embankment, there are luxuriant grasses, which express the feeling of pity and tranquility. ○ After reading the new words, the piano building is desolate, and I want to sleep alone while singing. The clear roars and the mountains and rivers are magnificent. On the day when I was sitting in memory, the famous people in the new pavilion secretly shed tears. The roaring electric scrolls, the stormy waves surging at night, the peaceful flutes and drums are as clear as a dream, looking at China, doesn't it make me sad? The wind and sand are rolling, because you are swimming forward, and you are singing a short and startling song. ○On this day in Chang'an, people are drinking and drinking together, chanting red and writing green. I spend a lot of time thinking about it, wandering in the mountains, and the sea water is flying across the sky. I am afraid that there will be crows in the city, which will arouse people's sorrow. I'm going to test my direction with you, and I'm looking at the dangerous building. The green shade is like a curtain, the fragrance is resting, and the flowing light is cherished. Who understands the new sound? The teacher's blue shirt is full of tears. He looks up at the vast sky and hates writing on the phoenix paper.
[Ten Songs of Partridge Sky]
calls for the golden polo in front of the flowers. I sing when I'm drunk and when I wake up. There is no guarantee that the east wind will come and go, and there will be no sound of chickens or horses. ○The clouds are pale and the rain is pouring. The willows in Jincheng are whirling. I don’t know who cherishes business, but Mr. Lao Mingke disappeared.
smiles with a heavy hairpin and a golden step. The parrot learns to speak as coquettishly as possible. I only worry about the hazy shadow of the pale moon, and it is difficult to detect the rising and falling tide of the microwave. ○The paper has ten colors and three candles. The east wind has been mourning the flute ever since. The secret record of Ling Rui is clearly there. Looking back, the sacred peak is thousands of feet high.
Clouds and clear clouds cover the temple bridge, and the sound of autumn rustles along the path. The New Testament of the Five Lakes is pre-ordered, and the painting is sold in the light cold of October. ○With the green sill, there are several smoke beams, and there are thousands of peaks high outside the first floor. Qingshan read all the ups and downs, and gave Songfeng a talk about the city.
I can't see the mountain without a stick. When traveling, don’t let your mind wander to the west. It seems to be jealous of the mountain spirit for no reason, and it is full of dense Yin to suppress the green micro. ○The clouds are clear and the rain is falling. The scenery of empty mountains is amazing. Who would have thought that things would turn out wonderfully when traveling, and the road through clouds in the rain would not be lost.
It rained and snowed frequently during the period. The light smoke brings melancholy to the spring of Han Palace. I should only languish at the bottom of the west window, enjoy reading and reading, and grow old. ○The shadows of flowers are dark and the traces of tears are new. Ying Shuyan asked who to tell. I don’t know how many piles of remaining wax there are, but no one has ever made a single throw.
Thirty years have passed since Longmen came together. Why do rotten scholars want to gain fame? Wu'an's private brother Fang Chengshou came to congratulate him and dressed up to promote the trip. ○ I am shocked to cut my mat and recall the Hengjing. Tomorrow the end of the world will be the city of spring. The Lord did not pay tribute to the official family, so he was reborn with a white head in the rivers and lakes.
Qunyan Yingying's motherland. Hongchang has always belonged to Pingjin. Linqi alone sheds tears for the common people, and eight hundred lonely people are ashamed of this king. ○Pouring farewell wine to promote the return of the wheel, the strong feelings are in vain to rely on the wind and clouds. The play depicts the place where the colorful flying bird rides the waves, and the dust on the Penglai Sea is newly seen.
After returning from the vassal country, he was promoted to minister. The Yang family's golden cave was well-known in ancient times. It seems that the legend has been revised and the records of the iceberg have been rewritten, so that the song will be long and the water will be clear. ○The immortal battle comes in and the book is poured out. The empty order invites Jianzhuang Zhusheng. Fang Shuo returned to Fang Shuo after all the curious things, and a slight kowtow was heard from the corner of the palace.
registration often leads to the divine Humen. No matter how kind a scholar is, it doesn't matter. The secret words of ghosts and gods startle the front seats, and they turn around to find work and follow in their footsteps. ○The corners are empty and the wheels are buried. Fable Qin Ludi renovation. Unfortunately, what happened after all the coaxing and earned Banji's hard work.
There is no way to relieve sorrow and sleep alone. Tired of looking at the stars beside the windy city. In the old days, it was a great place to watch wandering deer, and the sounds of autumn at night were astonishing to the apes. ○The sky is dim and lingering. There is no distinction between these mountains and rivers in my eyes. How can I sing and drink on Donghua Road, my tears are gone and my two styles are broken.
[Three Songs for Recruitment]
The forest tips used to shed tears in Xizhou, and the dark dust flew up in surprise. My thoughts are filled with smoke, and I hate the sight of people leaning on the railing.The disabled monk shocked the old guest. Ask Aile how old she is. Mentioned in the cold, the traces of dreams are heavy, and the evening bell urges you to wake up. ○Turn over luck. The golden whale swims, the Hujia complains, and does not fit into the tune of the high mountain piano. I am worried about shadows and wandering, and I can sing and hold my hat for as long as possible. Lingyun's book has good momentum. Who do you want to drink with and hug alone? It is expected that tonight, the moon will set in the sky, and the dead soul will shine sadly.
The sound of wild geese urged Liang Yue to fall into the sky, and she suddenly left her mood in shock. It is expected that according to Wu Yin, who can tell Shen Ming. The dew lotus and the eagle are in vain. Don't ask any more questions. Let's pick incense as a couple. Thanks to the fact that Xishan still faces people, several peaks are pure and miserable. ○Drink alone. It's not a happy day, there's frost and wind, and fallen leaves hit the windows like rain. Looking at Jiangguan in a desolate way, I recall orchid into a poem. It's autumn in Moling. Dingchou is full of smoke trees in ancient Taiwan. The night hall is quiet, and there is a dream of Zongjun, who breaks the clouds into thousands of strands.
html In the past few years, I have been dreaming of Yangzhou, and I am tired of traveling in Fanchuan. A flute blows in the plum blossom wind, and I lean against my canopy again. The country is still in the painting. There is only the sorrowful shadow of the dusk sky. The white strings are floating, the red flute is silent, and the heroic spirit is hidden. ○Long delivery. Chu Tianchang, cherishing people, the boat was tied to it in the old days. If Yellow Crane comes back, he will ask Feixian if he has woken up. Stop singing to mourn you. Afraid of dust and tears. The broken clouds are green, the railings are brushed drunkenly, and the night sky is like water.[Six Songs of Suanshanxi]
The flowing clouds are testing the rain, moistening the strings of the piano. The pool hall is densely green, with dazzling golden flowers and yellow locust trees. Swallows are nesting in the nest, and they are busy nurturing their chicks all day long. The smoke from the stove is still, the sound of leaks is late, and the coolness makes the fans fan. ○ I miss someone and break the sentence, and I draw the fence all over the place. It's not that I love to talk about my sorrow. Every time I sing, I will go far away. When I was testing the lamp, I counted the neem flowers and the wind. A few days ago, there were new cicadas. Who can send them away?
The flower committee of the West Garden is in a mess and there is no way out. It is already covered with greenery and is even more amazing. The sound of cuckoos is everywhere. The curtains are sparse, and the shadows are flowing in the wind. Without a word, the sky is lingering, and spring is gone this year. ○New strings and old songs win the rain of green clothes. The feelings of past and present are all gone, and the blind old man's village drum is gone. Singing high to the moon, leaning against the lonely heart with sadness, holding my heart deep and shining in the lonely light, I am filled with sorrow into the clouds.
How can a big mistake be made when fate is in conflict with one another? Returning to the dream, the green mountains are far away, the water and clouds are empty, and it is difficult to live in leisurely places. The plum blossoms are falling like snow, and the spring cold is blowing on my face. I climb Guangwu and weep in the new pavilion. I am sad first. ○Rain towel hood, drinking wine on Chang'an Road. I am tired of sad songs when I am old. The silver spring is burning and the jade is cold. After a hundred years of greatness, I cherish my original intention with haggardness. Outside the flying birds and beside the setting clouds, that is the place where sorrow comes.
and sorrow and hatred, relying on the column to break. When I asked Meihun about the news, I expected that it would hurt the spring, but I should not be partial to me. Cold, discouraged and dead, I am still trying to pull out the shadow, but I am absolutely defeated. I don’t know who has passed the mulberry piano. ○ It’s okay not to listen to the wax drum to remind you of the new year. There is a lot of cold stored in the chant, and there is a total of Western mountains, and the eyebrows are deeply furrowed. When I was outside, I was worried about recognizing the imperial state. I drank wine and asked the Eastern Emperor if it was really the return of spring.
I came to ten stations from the east, and the postage signature was gradually reported. Heron is lazy to people, but it will take pity on the guests, so why not go there again? The old love fades away, and the proud frost wind is separated, and the thoughts are settled. The white gull knows that it will be too late for me in the world. ○The dust is everywhere, and the fragrance of Chang'an wine is condensed. The road is as straight as a rope, leaning against the south gate, looking back sadly. They were neither barbarous nor generous, and took care of themselves. Wu Bokuo and Chu Tianchang wanted to test their boat skills.
Last year today, passerby Yuan Gongpu. The years are not uneven, and Bianzhou and Liuyin are stationed again. Ming Hong's traces come and go without any intention. He made an appointment with laughter. Who is the prisoner? If there is a letter, it will still be like this. ○ Raise a glass to invite the moon and chat about leisurely feelings. The autumn colors are all over the Huaihe River. I wonder where to wake up from the drunkenness. The lonely cloud is falling, making me a light shade. I look at the green sky, across the river and the mountains, as if I want to attract people to speak.
[Five Songs of Qi Tianle]
In the northwest of Fenglou, there is a place of love, where the flowers whisper. Listening to the rain before, returning to the clouds this night, I can't help but leave my mood. Lotus clothes and. When I asked the sculls, it was the old happy place. Flying in the wings, for whom is the meaning reversed? ○The inscription on the flag pavilion is still there, and the romantic people share it, and it is on the river. The drunken ink is waving in the air, the spring is easy to lose, and the moon is in the empty hall like fog. Lingbo Road is blocked. I lost my heart early, but I still love you. I respect you with a heartbroken heart. Dreams and shadows are blurred, and I wake up with a start at dawn.
A night of fresh frost wakes up the soul of autumn, and the cold marks are refreshing and intoxicating. The leaves are dyed light yellow, the forest is withered and dark green, and the wild color is still worthy of description. Leaning tiredly in a dangerous building, facing a ray of setting sun, the crow's back is cold. The tangerine touches the sad heart, and the twilight smoke clears and breaks the end of the clouds. ○The distant mountains are so green that the light clouds and low shadows turn into autumn water. The crabs are broken and the lights are sparse, the geese are watching the moon, and the sharks are dripping with tears. The lonely cocoon is broken and the pistil is broken, and the autumn window is coming at night, which still tastes good. Dreams fall into the rivers and lakes, and the dawn shakes thousands of reeds.
The bright sun first broke through Qiong Ji's sleep, vaguely anecdotes about Qinyuan. The mandarin ducks are surrounded by embroidered curtains, and the phoenix stands on the flute platform, cutting off the fragrant red world. In Zhihua's dream, I remember that the Farewell Palace received the favor, and the green seal urged Ji. After several flower breezes, the old fragrant flowers are haggard at the bottom. ○The songs and dances of Taiping are recalled, all the remaining candles are burned, who can understand the deep feelings.Haiyan moved home, the fairy clouds changed their shadows, and she won the widow's clear tears. Diligence and Buqi. Don't pay attention to your neighbors or be jealous of spring peaches and plums. The yellow moon curtain is low, and the beautiful soul lingers in the tired core.
The clouds in the south and north of the city are like ink, and they are scattered in the sky. The setting sun screams at the crowd, the wind blows and the wings fall, and the forest is filled with hatred as far as the eye can see. The depression is late. It's been a few mornings and dusk, and the beauty has changed lightly. Weeping at the locust tree in the palace, looking at each other in the cold night and complaining. ○ Whether the new nest is safe or not, it is undecided to live around the branches, and cherish the frost and sleet. The sound of military troops in the soil and the moonlight in the long sky, who knows the returning feathers are tired. Jianghu dreams far away. Remember the noise of the pole, the wind in the helm building. How embarrassing the mood is, and the white head scratching is even shorter.
As soon as the steep sail turned to Hengtang Road, the lake and mountains were suddenly startled and sad. Tea smoke in Shuanghuan, pine rain in the four bridges, I remember chanting deeply. Merlin is late. The ink ink inscription is incense when I am drunk, and the sound of the purple flute is broken. Awakening the soul of autumn, where is the old pond and pavilion in the wilderness. ○Cangbo is absolutely in despair, the clouds are in chaos and he is carrying wine, and he is worried about the lonely cable. The former alliance between Linton and Donghua is an old couple. Who knows that we are tired of traveling in dust. The setting sun is full of tears. Listening to the birds singing and the flowers relaxing, the old feelings change easily. The whistle of resentment is difficult to play, and the solitary crane on the Tiger Mountain is far away.
[One Dendrobium Pearl and Two Songs]
The rain is overwhelming. The cold mountain is like sleeping. How can I ever sleep? The yellow flower bears the promise of Double Ninth Festival. Who knows if you are away from hatred, people are far away and you can trust them. ○At that time, I gave up all my energy. The end of the world was originally at Honglanjiao. I don't like the village mash when I'm sad. I miss you so much that I can't help but make mistakes several times.
lock fragrance curtain foil. The wine intestines are not bound by worries. In the old days, we remembered the promise of a total of Qiongzhi. If you work hard to lose the years, you are willing to bear the fine string. ○The traces of dreams are scattered like clams blown by the wind. Joy is old and spring clouds are thin. The drunken eyes will be idle in the sky. The hand is hanging low at the bottom of the flower to look at the joy.
[Ten Songs of Magpies Stepping on Branches]
The pistils are falling and the setting sun is red, I hate my neighbors, and the orioles are wandering all day long. Like snow and poplar flowers blowing and scattering, the east wind is unable to limit spring. ○I carelessly cut off the noodles and changed into a light shirt, feeling happy. The traces of tears are still visible on the lapel, and the sound of the flute is urging people all over Liangzhou.
I stood there for a long time under the setting sun, asking about the flowers and branches. But is it getting old? Sleeping heavily is like drinking wine. Who can pity the person in the dream who is losing weight? ○The curtains of the fragrant pavilion are covered with smoke and the willows of the pavilion are covered with mist. Stop singing and dancing with your sleeves at the feast, so that you can cherish the three springs again.
The sound of Yang Guan is about to burst, the pavilion is short and the pavilion is long, and the willows are so fragile. It’s time to take a rest while picking vegetables and wearing a skirt, and I’m wearing a shy finger with a knot in my heart. ○Thousands of miles away, the lonely light shines with the bright moon, the painting horn is blown away, and the wind is still sobbing. The limitless fall of love is truly forbearing, and the pain of life is the first to say farewell.
The wind is blowing in the spring clouds and the clothes are thin. It is rare to be light and sunny, but the leisurely things are fragrant. In a few days, the singing azaleas have fallen again. Don’t forget to make a deep appointment with the green paper. ○ When I grow old, I sing about my feelings of loneliness, drizzle and flowers on the eaves, drinking in front of the empty memory lamp. The sound of jade flutes is heard from across the courtyard. What is there to offer joy and sorrow in front of me?
It is said that the purpose is as long as the intention is fulfilled, and there is no basis for the flowers to bloom, and the wind comes and goes frequently. It’s hard to send a message to Zhu Lou because of his regret. Who misses Si Xun when it hurts spring? ○ In vain, the hairspring is pulled weakly, and there are a few idle clouds, but the thoughts are lost. In the place of singing and dancing with brocade tents and beaded curtains, do you think about old joys and new hatreds?
Who sends the spring to follow the water? Drunk, Fangzun, but looking at the morning and evening. The entire embankment and grassy road are covered with acacia trees. ○The candle has a heart light to explain the words, the tears are all over the lips and the lips are scorched, will this hatred be depressed? Sit facing the east wind and take pity on the weak catkins, where will I know in the future?
It is rare to see flowers flying up trees, but it is difficult to tie up the streamers, and the hanging willow strands are in vain. Zheng wild geese fly diagonally and arrange the brocade pillars, but I don't understand that spring is about to go. ○The mood of Manxu is sticky to the ground and flutters easily, so it won’t disturb the wind and rain. Leaning all over the countryside, who can talk to you? There is no place to think and hate.
Are you too happy with wine? Drunk and awake, no spring sleepiness. Don't hate the two-line note with brocade characters, the teardrop boundary is broken and the makeup is powder. ○The light swallow is caught by the wind and flies far and near. Who will convey the news? I hope the letter will be cut off. Qu Ji has no time to hide himself, and the mirror is full of thoughts and thoughts.
The days are sleepy and the nights are short, and the moments of joy are worth a penny. I don't care about the swallows or the orioles, how dare I quit the strings and cut them off for you? ○ I heard faint thunder across the bank, dusk rain and morning glow, and the clouds were lost in the clouds and Han people close at hand. Alone in my dancing clothes, I miss my old companion, and my eyes are filled with smoke and dust in Longshan Mountain.
Looking into the distance makes me feel sad and restless. I walk around the precious bushes and watch the bamboo shoots grow into bamboos. The dawn dew is dripping with dark beads, and the whole forest is like a new bath. ○Outside the eaves, the spring mountains are full of jasper. In the dream, there are flying luan, and I remember the songs of Qing Hunan. I have set a new string by myself and moved the goose's feet, but the sound of the string has not returned and my heart is racing.
[A Cluster of Flowers]
Sleeping peacefully in my hometown is like a year. The lamp breast is decorated with flowers. The empty hall is leaking and the soul is silently chanting, and the pillow is silently thinking about where it falls. The curtain is lingering, the lines are sparse and bright, it should be a round moon. ○Bo Han went to Pingshan as promised. Dreams of dust are lighter than smoke. The old Huai couldn't stand the evil sound of the chicken, so he whipped his shadow all the way to get ahead. In order to report the neighbor's bell, I will stop ringing at the hour and allow me to sleep at the fifth watch.
[Three Poems of Ruan Langgui]
The young oriole cries to complain about the remnant of spring. There are spots in the lapel with lingering fragrance.Zhu Xian played hard again and again. It’s hard to complain when your heart is deep. ○The golden duck is cold and the moth is saved. Yiyishanshanshan. It will be a good time to leave the flowers and worry about yourself. By him the red half.
small window western day sheer yarn. Flying dust creates shadow flowers. It seems that the rain will be reported to the crows in the forest. The cry is clearer. ○The wind is rippling, the trees and the sky are tilted. Clear light hates dusk. Lying in shock, the teeth can be heard ringing. New trial tea in soft bottle.
spends his time in a state of shock. While swallowing the sunset. Drinking makes you pregnant, and you add confusion and worry. With high eyesight, you will be dazzled. ○Hide your tears in vain, then enter the car at the end. Wandering around the world. Some people return to their dreams to chase crows. The clouds sail across the Liaohai Sea.
[Seven Songs of Huanxi Sha]
The alfalfa columns are full of dry trees. The remnants of the west wind are meditating alone. Where is the gold in the ruins? ○The sky is vast and there is no ambition to travel a thousand miles. Running forward is in vain with a hundred years of ambition. The sunset is white and the shadows of the mountains are dim.
There are many things that people don’t know. The cuckoo sings late and late. If you bow your head, you will have no poetry. ○Looking at each other's life experience, the original clam, the article is not parallel to the branch, Chulan's heart is broken when she wakes up alone.
Thousands of miles of wind and thousands of miles of sand. The news of the evening clears and the clouds disperse. A hundred years of journey is a life. ○Short strokes do not prevent the lotus from being placed on the line, do not put the incense in the middle and diagonally, and use new sentences and new flowers.
gradually felt the new cold and went to bed. Qupingshan Yameng Yunlan. The shadow of the bright moon peeks sadly. ○Try to show your eyebrows to confuse your eyes, and secretly move your skirt to cherish your waist. Dao Guinan is already infatuated with love.
I always travel to the interest rate machine. It will stop here for four or three years. Wushan is still separated from Chuyun to the west. ○The wind in the wild post is high in the desert, and the first spring is cold and foggy. When you are drunk, you will add wine to your clothes.
The cold and elegant poems of Chu Tiao Yin. Dream marks and tear-stained lapels. The sloping pillars of the wild goose are invaded by green dust. ○Bitter and resentful, the hanging willows cover my eyes, I invite traveling swallows to talk to my heart, Penglai is pure and simple, and the guests are deeply sad.
A path of green smoke and vines of female rosettes. The newly raised wild ponds are exposed to more wind. Xianting had nowhere to ask Hongluo. ○Only the moon outside the green mountains and flowers seems to hear the late-night songs in the water palace, and the broken clouds are like dreams. What can I worry about?
[Two Songs of Tasha Xing]
The lotus is clean and the waves are cool, the grass is dry and the dust is fine. Autumn is the easiest time of the year. I can express my pity for the flower duck as much as I can, but do you really know whether the temperature of Hengtang is warm or cold? ○Lonely and sentimental, Diao Sao coolly blows. Being idle means feeling sad. The majestic white waves point to the gull sky, and the red fence Xingjiao is boundless in autumn.
The colorful fan is idle for the first time, and the sparse anvil urges it to break. Yunshan is far to the north of Zhengren. Don't complain about the wind when you are shocked. Xiu Mei is ready to try out new makeup. ○The dream is blurred, and the expectations are endless. The strands of sorrow are hard to cut. In the dance, I hang down for you, and the clouds and mist in the window can tell the depth.
[Four poems with subtitles "Magnolia"]
dancing drunkenly. The wall is silent and the sky is silent. Standing alone on the deserted platform, the autumn colors come from afar. ○The ancients have disappeared, and the eyes are full of thorns and hazels with cheap writing. Don't rest for a long time, for every day will lead to chaos and worry.
enjoy life. I am singing and leading the rope. When a falcon joins the army, it is true that the situation meets the situation. ○If you know me, who is really planning to wake up alone? Dreams surround the cloud screen, and the mountains are as green as the old country.
laughs at Beidou. Who is my friend when everything is around? Don't regret being intoxicated. I am familiar with the sour and salty tastes of the world. ○Singing sideways and alone. Luanhe is so high in the sky that it's hard to hear. Pork fence and chicken roost. Too ambitious to be ambitious.
Dong Long Chicken Dog. Xiudao does not exist today but existed in ancient times. Who will participate in the transfer of language? The secret zen of humanity and heaven. ○The frost is as high as the sky. The news of wild geese urges the cold and dark autumn. Don't ask about the date of return, tears will be shed all over the road.
[Qin Yuan Chun Er Song]
words, you come here! I'll give you a cup and listen to it. I have been crying for hundreds of years, but who knows me? For thousands of years, if there is someone here, you will be together. The horns of the horns support the intestines, and the coldness penetrates into the bones. Is it a poor man who sits alone and writes poems? Talking in the air, asking if Qiqing confesses? I was doubtful several times. ○The cold jade plum blossoms decorate the berry branches, seeming to make me laugh out loud. Sighing the flowers and the moon on the spring river, competing for the palace body, clouds and rain on the Chushan Mountains, it is all in vain to complain. The article about painting a tiger, the career of slaying a dragon, and the desolate Shang song have entered the era of destruction. Chang'an Mo, listening to the noise, flutes and drums, what a good night?
Words to the owner: Mr. Zuo drinks a glass of wine, but my words are funny. I sigh that a strong man has ambitions, but how can he be disdainful of them? Small talk is useless, just like a cud dog. The longevity is fragrant with musk dust, the gift of orchids is charming, and the writing style of smoke and moon is low. If the business is smooth, then you will show off to the imperial beasts and ridicule your official position? ○ I was surprised and doubtful after hearing it for no reason, and the Taoist poems are also a general category of poems for the poor. Apart from laughing and stealing flowers, what does it have to do with writing? Love moves into the flute, and we talk about missing each other. Whoever has a heart and a tongue of his own is surprised that Jin Quan is out of date! From now on, if the appearance is never gone, it will be considered a shame.
[Rui Hexian]
Cuishen Tianchi Wu. Recognize the beautiful and romantic scenery, on the slope of Silver Bay. Xianou is calm and calm. This has been a common practice for hundreds of years, and the show is in full swing. The spring breeze makes Xu Yu want to go to the fragrant plum trees. The south window warms people and crosses the branches, giving a glimpse of the ancient sky and clouds. ○Stand still. Friendship notes are romantic, holding a wat to express high feelings, a set of flat hairpins, and the vines intersecting the yinwu, who can be found together, old inscriptions.I advise you, sir, not to forget that I have a jade cup and prepare a new poem to appreciate the rain. Afraid of peeking at the eaves or a corner of the west mountain, laughing at others' suffering.
[西河]
In the knight land, the rivers and mountains are still remembered. The vast wind color is pale and the state is dark, and dark dust is everywhere. Who can tell the rise and fall of Menghua? The western mountains are lush and green. The sword sings loudly, but the sky leans on itself. It’s difficult to tie up when flying westward in the daytime. The staggered smoke trees hide the edges of the goblet, and the gate of Ji is abandoned. ○The broken stele is full of shadows and I look at you all, my blue shirt is lead with tears like water. After drinking heavily and visiting the old city, Jing Gao sang and cried in his hometown. No matter what age the eyes are, there is a cold moon in the ditch, speechless and sad, the changing water is rustling and sad in the wind.
[Qi Liao Yuan]
Don't look back to Huang Long, for the broken songs will encourage hatred. Listening to Yan's words seems to cherish the old age, and the moss on the path where he chants is covered with dust. The east wind blows away the sorrow, and the tears in my arms are filled with nothing. Reminiscing about old travels and looking at the lonely clouds, I felt a sense of wonder, sighing and being surprised. ○I miss you all. Thousands of miles away from the fence, I say goodbye in front of the flowers, and we share the loneliness of Gu Ying. The remaining flowers are facing the green mountains, and the old friend in Jiangguan is fine. Let's try to say that we are in love with each other. Sober up tonight. Where the moon falls in the sky, my sorrow becomes clearer.
[Sai Wengyin]
Where thousands of trees are blowing in the wind, the dusk is dim in the sky. It's dark and rainy, and the small building is overcast. Listen to the cicadas singing high and low. Thunder suddenly sent thousands of mountains ringing, shocking all the apertures like darkness. After looking at it for a moment, the clouds fell. Juan Shu had no intention. ○Qingqin. The traces of Shang's song break are numerous, the fragrant path is dim, and the journey ahead is rediscovered. Ren Zhure, Chang'an, lying in bed, looking for the righteous emperor in the world, giving out hairpins. The thick fog has not yet cleared up, and I feel like I am hanging in the sky, but still gloomy and sparse.
[Drunken Flower Yin Ershu]
I lay down and listened to the clear chanting and then sold the seal threads. Is it worth the red flute? The fragrance of the fragrant tea is faint, the curtains of square koji are sparse, and the coolness is not discernible. ○The lazy mood is full of romance. There is still time left to order flowers. Learning Taoism was not a problem, so he asked Vimalakirti with a smile, but Chaohua made a mistake.
Sorrow is like an autumn mountain that always fills the threshold. The wine tastes bad. It's the Double Ninth Festival and the Double Ninth Festival. The low windows of the small courtyard are covered with darkness. ○Yellow flowers also seem to fade away. Relying on the wind and darkness. I couldn't help feeling ecstasy, so I warned Chang'e. Don’t trim your eyebrows.
[The first two poems of Dongfeng Branch]
The flowers come first, and the geese return in spring. This is how things go. I have such pity for the poet Kaibao that I feel lingering about my farewell. The sentimental plum blossoms and willows seem to be a pity for the secluded travel in the south of the city. Recalling the colorful paper and bursting into tears, I suddenly touched thousands of strands of sorrow. ○When you are awake and drunk, the darkness is in your prime. Outside of singing and crying, where are the old travels? The sword that has been put together is floating in the air, and the old love is tired of cutting out the beautiful sentences. I am alone in my spare time, and I am even more ashamed of myself. I am thirty-five years old. There is only a small window to dream about the west of the bridge. It's about the fun of chanting every year.
The copper street is moistened, the smoke cages and fire trees are shining, and the spring city is light and lively. The dark dust and sorrow gather the lingering fragrance, and the handsome appointment is afraid of going back to the old place. The silver coins are flying, and the clouds are blooming and the stars are gathering. Let the colorful light shine on the sky and disperse the mist in the sky. ○The wind blows by, the orchestral time. Cold self-endurance, Qiluo tired couple. Accompanying others, I use a honey torch to separate the light, and buy spring jade to find a sentence. The gate of leisure is deeply closed, and there is no basis for any fragrant festival or cloudy weather. Listen to the laughter and gossip about the neighbor's children. A total of people went there last year.
[Two Willow Branches]
Yang Jiu is famous in the poem. Even just looking at the eyebrows is stunning. The soft spring breeze enters Chaoyuan Pavilion, don't think about the sound of rain. ○ Feixu is in the air and locked in the painting building. Cold food every year, listening to Liliu. Zhengxin Longchi March and February, the wind and rain are about to startle the autumn.
[Reminiscences of Playing the Flute on the Phoenix Platform]
The bright moon is still there, where is the beautiful woman, the painted bridges and flowing water are uneven. Remember the short songs to induce drinking and bid farewell to the new year. Don't ask about the old music of the flute family. The cold food is close and the smoke is like silk. Take pity on it, disperse the sweat in your hands, and moisturize your lips. ○Flying alone. There are faint traces of clouds in the wild, and there is still a wave of smoke, and new words come from it. When the weather is cold and the drums are beating, the dream of spring should be lost. What's the matter? The hidden dragon dances at night, the song is generous and the nostalgia for the past increases sadness. Frequently chanting, who should I think about my husband’s future?
[San Shumei and Four Songs]
Dongyuan Huaxia Road. When I remember the fragrant year of the alliance, I have only a few words to say. I feel sick, I am tired of washing in the forest, and I hear the wind and rain coming at night. The bloom is about to leave, and spring has grown old and no one is in charge. The butterflies are noisy and the bees are noisy, and they always cross the wall. ○Du Yu urges people to stop suffering. Asking about the green maze, where to go back, the shadows of flowers are playing the sheng. My painting curtain is empty and I remember it, and I pass it before the bright moon. That flow of light will pour hatred and decadence eastwards. The clouds and mist stopped in my eyes, and I sang to myself with a clear piano.
荼Wuchun Siyuan. The flowers are full of fragrance and sorrow, and the scars are deep. Poor life is pitiful, relying on the east wind, tears streaming down Luo Xiu. When you enter the West Garden in silence, the sounds of forest birds will change easily. That's when I miss you, I give it to you, and it goes with you. ○Melancholy and sadness can be seen all over the place. It is a dream that the happy period has passed, old kindness is returned, and the love returns. Recognize the word Yuanji Jin, and keep silent. Following the silk thread, all the curls are discarded, and the fragrant heart is left with the seal. I ramble on and sing over the moon, full of spring night.
A caring heart is suffering. The situation is still dry, tired and red, dancing with sadness.Tears drop down the lapels, counting the lingering thoughts and new sentences of leisurely love. After all the hard work, it takes a long time to achieve success. The blue sea is sinking, only Chang'e, forgetting her love forever. ○At this time, the tide is rising. I'm sober in the boat, and I envy you the way back. The wind and rain are forbidden, and the materials should be read. I sing the song with a single string. The cuckoo is already singing, don’t say more, looking at the flowers is like mist. Do you know whether it is connected to the sea, and the new voice changes the spectrum.
It's spring and snow. Ask who is urging the hair, and it will turn into thousands of reds and purples. Occupying all the prosperity, it is March 9th every year, and the jade plum blossoms are at the bottom. If the news is hidden, it will be tested again and again. The melancholy night has come, the curtain pavilion is getting colder, and the butterflies and bees are not here yet? ○Don’t let things go wrong in Xiejie. Remember the cold skin and fur, thin and leisurely leaning. Checking the rare bushes, I feel sad about my life and my life experience as I enter the winter. In an instant, you should be enlightened and prosperous with a snap of your fingers. Under the lonely beauty forest, the cold moon shines on the water.
[Crossing the River with Clouds]
The flowing red spring is far away together, the purple music is lost in dreams, and the wind and sea clouds are flying. Recently, I have been selling wine companions, except for the green flag, which is Ban Zhui. Gold casts tears, remembering the return of Master Zhujiang. Singing with nostalgia, holding a bright mirror with a smile, and wandering shadows together. ○ At the end of the world, there is only He Kan, and sorrow arises in Qingwei. Looking back, I feel pity for Penglai and the clouds are all separated by red embroidery. The east wind has no choice but to flow with the old orioles, which is even more forbidden with the sound of roosters. Stop picking, who will plant the Jiangnan red beans?
[Two Songs of Love and Embroidery Quilt]
The pale mountain scenery makes the painting look real. There are green marks all over your shirt. I can’t write enough, but I want to cultivate my thoughts in a quiet way. Give the soul of poetry to Duanyun. ○Soft red and squinting eyes in Chang'an City, looking at each other from the bottom, he still looks like an old friend. I suddenly recalled that beside the dressing table, Wu Niang and her eyebrows were wearing new colors.
Boshan Pingshuo Rui Naofang. The small curtains are hanging down and the windows are cold and sunny. I dreamed that by the Changzhou catalpa tree, the dark embankment was empty, and the smoke locked the dusk sun. ○The carriages and carriages are seen in front of the curtain, the horses' hooves are light, and the dust is replaced by the old fragrance. Mix a little bit, the green shirt tears, leaning on the chanting, the western sun hates the long.
[Ye Kinmen]
Frost Letter Steps. It's so thin that people start to lose weight. Yesterday's red lotus is today's flower. Do you believe it or not? ○The joys and sorrows in this world are the same. Stop complaining about the rain clouds turning over. Baojue coral is treasured. Take Wuling Qi to have it.
[Guanhe Ling]
said to each other in a deep voice. Make a day of melancholy. Looking at the Guanhe River, the cold and deep clouds are eager to cross. ○There is no limit to the end of the world for old lovers. In vain narcissism, towering high. I have forgotten all my broken dreams, who cares about taking the quilt?
[Two Songs by Hu Tao Lian]
I am tired of Tang flowers every year, and dream of Jiangmei and Yanjiang. Who believes that the copper bottle freezes together? Sadness presses against the cold clouds. ○I have been tasteless for a long time, and I often drink cold wine and feel sad. The message is cold and fragrant, don’t be timid. It's a good time to take advantage of Yuan Suila.
Spring stars can be seen outside the evening curtain, and the flowers are separated from the dusty bed in the south. Who organizes Chunjiao Pot? It is said that traveling and friendship are harmonious. ○In life, I wake up drunk and follow the fate, and my smile lasts forever. The cold cloud remains in my heart. A message to the eloquent duck.
[Six Poems of Xia Fang's Resentment]
The locust leaves have fallen, and the dew plate is empty. Dreams are timid and make up, and I don’t hear the Changle bell in the late night. The jade toad has fragrant teeth and the cold west wind. Hate follows the whimpering water to the east of the ditch.
Yellow leaves rain, white apples wind. Dreaming of falling into the rivers and lakes, the old home is filled with mist and the autumn tents are empty. The sleeves of my shirt have been stained red for ten years. The place where the old friend screams is the same as who.
melon steps on the moon, bamboo building wind. Happy old days, I feel your connection. But I am worried about the shadows of flowers hanging on the curtains. Cui Zun’s New Testament is here, don’t rush.
Crescent white, mixed flower red. There is no way to pass through the colorful rope swing, and peeking through the wall. Don't teach parrots to fly next to the house. The mirror is full of makeup and powder, who is it for?
The frost is clear and the moon is clear. The houses in the alleys are illuminated by lights and flowers late at night. The white title dances alone with hazy eyes. Drunk at the bottom of Zhuhu, the wind howls.
tunes Shi Dai and Li Si Tong. It's rare for Xiao Lang to speak fluently with his eyebrows in front of flowers recently. The jade hook curtain rolls into the east of the brocade hall. My eyes are fascinated by the red-crowned crane, dancing with the wind.
[Saw Solution Order Two Songs]
Ziyun who presses the words while drinking. It's cold in the green, and the drunkenness is still there. The new orioles and old swallows are in spring, the bottom is different, the dream is long and the dream is short. ○Crying eyes across flowers. The good years are over. Donghuang may not be disappointed by the spring, but he may be a little sad.
remembers the song "Peach Leaves Crossing the River" at the beginning, with a few flowers and colorful fans. Lingbo's two arms are ruthless, comforting the purple swallow, and looking at the flowers. ○The painting is filled with tears. The sound of wind is so sad that it is so late. I get wedding clothes cut every year, but I don’t know who to hold the line for.
[Two poems by Tired of Seeking Fragrance]
The late blooming stamens are blooming, with new growth and traces, and the order of fragrance is changed lightly. Lonely East Garden, who will see you when spring comes and goes? I am worried about my clogs, the moss path is slippery, I am startled when walking through the forest, and the sounds of birds change. Covering the curtain and trying the incense, my heart is wandering, but the seal is dark and gray. ○Looking outside the threshold, the darkness is like ink, the clothes are filled with sadness, and the coldness is still in love. I think about the wind, my heart breaks, and the green clouds are far away in the sky. When I take a pillow at noon, I return home and have a ripe dream. I lean on Pingshan leisurely and sing in love. Talking about lovesickness, paying empty beams, nurturing young chicks and twin swallows.
The old shadows of the sunset and the new lyrics of Qiao Da are as quiet and beautiful as a ghost.Huaiyuan climbed high, flicking his sword and chanting. A rock was laid on the southeast half of the wall, and a family of brothers came up. Leaning on Qingzun and talking about the old traces of Zhongxing, I felt melancholy several times. ○Looking outside the threshold, the setting sun is full of smoke and willows, dyed with fishy spring sorrow, facing each other in desolation. A petal of incense makes Yue Ling's eyes reach the sky. Tea, fire and wind are famous for morale, rivers and mountains shed tears and soldiers think. Eliminate speechlessness, caressing the dangerous fence, who is the obstacle to the chaotic dust?
[The first two songs of water tunes]
The breeze turns to the city song, and the coolness comes first in autumn. I don’t know what is left for people in the misty moon tonight. I wanted to visit the ancient ruins of Qiliang, but I saw beads singing and dancing, and lights floating in the night. The solitary whistle is leaning against the side of the ship, and the gulls are drinking wine. ○The ups and downs, when I wake up and get drunk, I hate you for a long time. There are faint clouds in the sky, and directly to the north is China. To ask about the Qingxi River, I paddled the paddles back and forth, carrying a lot of sorrow. Tears are shed in the new pavilion, and I think about Cangzhou.
sings the song of my long journey, arousing the big fish to listen. Having a good time with a close friend for hundreds of years, don’t take the wine glass lightly. Remembering the Chongjiu period of the Ming Dynasty, visiting the ancient literature and traveling around Taiwan, Huang Ju found an alliance again. In the whistling frost wind, a broken hat is just sentimental. ○ Hanging on the king and grandson, the Huai River is singing, and the wine is still pouring. The wind blowing through the reeds on the harp and the harp seemed to be making an uneven sound. The basic plan is to have enough food and clothing, but the bottom line is to ascend to the throne and found a country, and then just to gain fame. Just look at Cangbo's coldness, but Oumeng can't be frightened.
[Two Songs of Yuehua Qing Dynasty]
The fragrance of golden millet floats, the ice wheel grinds jade, and the leisurely scenery is picturesque. The shadows are whirling, and the dust is scattered when you smile. Qianxifeng, Ding belongs to Chang'e, Xiugengqian, Luoyun lingers. Sad words. I stop dreaming when I recall my years, and I am still afraid when I wake up. ○Unforgettable Yaotai Qingxia. It's a good date in late autumn, and friends are reminding me of it. Holding the cup in your arms makes you feel lonely and lonely at night. Let's talk about it. The joys and sorrows in the mirror are all sold out. Tao writes while chanting. Bored. Ask the immortal pillow, who will cross Cai Luan?
The night is cold and the crickets are sparse, the sky is broken, and the autumn mood is so quiet. Yuan Que is frightened, but it is a good time and a slight burden. Asking about this evening, it is exceptionally bright. It shined brightly, and several families gathered happily. Who sues. Relying on the tired memory of the Lord in the sky, the couple in Guanghan. ○ Talking about the old music of neon clothes. It’s only when I grow old that I realize that the orchestra is miserable. Counting the years in silence, I changed a few things. Even when the sorrow is like water, it turns into flying mist in the air. Stand still. While chanting the osmanthus, the fragrant rain drifts secretly.
[Ten Songs of Spring in the Jade House]
Beautiful mountains are not popular with people. Seen in rare places. A thick green beam moved the clouds, and the heavy hatred disappeared like mist. ○The mountain spirit will never smile again. It's not too late to make plans to avoid people. After ten years of living in isolation, my clothes are clean and my beard is unstained by snow and frost.
The falling flowers are tightly red in the wind. I am so sleepy that I don’t know whether spring is far or near. The sound of the zither strings is calm and carefree, and the Yan language is so shy that I ask questions. ○The pain of Pingshan is separated by the letter from the end of the world. The Guanhe River is so close, so many people hate it. The fragrant grass in front of the building reaches far into the sky, and the grass will not disappear as far as the eye can see.
The idle clouds are more than urging the Spring Festival Gala. Block the upper eye of Wangjing Tower. There are gaps in the rhinoceros curtain leaking perfume, and the shark handkerchief is ruthlessly filled with tears. ○The soft intestines have been broken by the strings of the gourds, and the outer fence is not soft due to the wind. When I returned home, I was drunk like mud, and the good night was even shorter.
indulges in the east wind without hesitation. Let’s laugh at how much a goldfish is worth. The four strings are as soft as smoke, and the traces of one string curtain are as clear as water. ○ Drunken Tiao Yinjia cold invades the fingers. Only Cuizun knows what the guest wants. The red wine cloud is lined with a slight vortex, and the solution rises towards the place where the song dust condenses.
Don’t complain about playing the Qiang pipe in the south building. If you don’t urge spring, it will be too late. It turns into plums with sadness and gives flower slaves tearful eyes. ○The cuckoo's cuckoo can tell people's hearts are broken. The new green is getting thicker and the belt is slow. At that time, I sent water to send flying flowers, but the flowing water still kept the flowers far away.
People are used to peeking behind the spring breeze curtain. He Yue is in his arms and no one can see him. The flying golden goose master Zheng Chen caused resentment among the two pillows of Hong Rui. ○Look at the flowers before and after. The wine is cold and fragrant, and my breasts are full of tears. The sound of Li Ge's heartbreaking sound was like a heartbroken person opposite.
Lang's love is like a piece of cake. When the catkins fly, the road is filled with sorrow. The fluff flies along with the water, but there are still some pines left behind. The wanderer goes like the wind and finds no place. ○Don't be jealous at the end of the flowing orioles. Don't hide your house for sleep and fragrance. The dark moon in Guanshan is difficult to pass through, but the invading dawn is easy to follow the horse.
Spring is sorrowful and careless looking into the mirror. A green cloud hovers over my temples. I secretly think that Chu Yumeng has no trace, urging the flowers in the garden to be released and the wind is trustworthy. ○The yellow bee and butterfly powder is difficult to eliminate. I don't feel ashamed to ask again if I don't have much on my mind. I have always learned to dance to support my waist, but I still hate singing.
The province of quinoa is close to the green curtain. I asked in front of the apricot blossoms on the village road. The guest's heart has been separated for a long time, and the clouds are free, and the beautiful hair is recognized by the flowing water. ○ Sai Hongxiu sent a letter from Yaotian. It’s hard to stop growing old, but don’t hate it. Luo Ying takes advantage of the opportunity to cherish the remaining spring. Don't push the wine to your respect.
Spring breeze news blooms in South School. The clouds of greasy powdery fragrance linger. Who is surprised that the flower pieces fall in front of the statue, and the wild goose on the thirteen strings regrets it. ○Don’t spend thousands of flowers in exchange for flowers. You should be used to asking questions like crazy. How many people hold one's head in one spring? No wonder the spring is limited.
[Ding Feng Bo Two Songs]
Don't let go of your sorrow.Smiling at the poor man is the return journey. Strange birds are crowing around the tree. Once upon a time. In the old days, the spring scenery was green with wine. ○Learn the characters and understand the meaning of the painting, and you can get the sound of the palace by listening to the sound. Arrangements for sleeping on pillows. Who is drunk. There is no dream or awakening in life.
Speaking of Xuanhuang, it's sad. The king's talent is at a loss in the country. But the fish and dragon are really many. Who see. Kuanglan can save it with just one hand. ○The scolds are all out of control. used to be. The mirror is long and open to the bright moon. In the dream, I wielded my spear and swung my sword. A smile. Amazing view from the sea.
[山花子]
The Minghong from outside the world cannot be recruited. The past ten years have left a lot to be desired. Who can comfort me when I am old and cold? The moon is high. ○I am so lazy that I can only sleep in the winter mountains. I am worried and have no time to pour wine. There are plum blossoms and two or three peppers.
[Langtaosha]
Huafa versus Shanqing. Guest dreams are sporadic. The cold weather brings comfort to the students. Who will get rid of all the sadness? The sound of mourning geese. ○Things on our minds are all separated, and who can listen when the song ends? Ink marks and tear stains clear the ice. The afterimages of the sad autumn are left and distributed to the flag pavilion.
[Yuchi Cup]
and Chou Ping. The threshold is cold and the pool casts the shadow of the setting sun. A corner of the ruined mountain is desolate, and my thoughts are far away and dark. Feihong sends the sound, startling the solitary guest, and wakes up from the wine in the empty hall. There are several locust leaves in the clear frost, and the crows are like ink. ○Who misses the old days of China? Look at the green darkness and the smoke that condenses at nine o'clock. There is no news in the east of the Qing Dynasty, and there are tears and silver bottles of water bursting out. The long song ends, the sad wind spontaneously rises, the dust becomes dark, and the bronze tutu weeps and reveals its stem. When I asked Chai Sang, I came back after a few days and recalled the three paths in the desolate sky.
[天香]
Baihe Xunwei, thousands of threads of jade, and dense small leaves are beginning to show. The tube is decorated with green wisps of green thorns, and the conch shell is added with shells. It looks like spring in Hainan. Half a mile away from the cold, there are countless strings of Muni beads. Checking the old system in Xixi, I feel resentful when I touch the jade platform. ○The musk deer pummeled me all over. I'm afraid that it will be dyed easily if it's very fishy. Just like a green bonfire, a thread of old love remains. The fragrant news is still at the end of the month, very diffuse, and the wind is as far away as the sky. The thin strands linger on the curtain, and the dream of Nanyun is cut.
[Jinmingchi]
The ring is worn in the wind, and the shadow is reflected on the balcony. It is close to Xuanyuan Road. Autumn colors are common, the lake is endless, the fragrance is sparse, and the cold rain is dark. I remember how many times in the year after year I was fascinated by the wild reeds. Even the clouds and mountains are cold-eyed, the gulls and herons are forgetful, and the regret is lingering beside them. ○Suddenly flying dust swept over my temples. Afraid of water and wearing a wind lapel, it is difficult to ask about old feelings. The fragrance changes, the mournful cicada breaks, the flower dream is short, and the wild mandarin duck sleeps peacefully. The smoke curls up in the sky and the poplar tree hangs down again, hoping for the elixir of Taiyi. It is difficult to predict the return date. The remaining weeping dew on the plate, the floating lead tears, quietly found them together with the bronze immortal.
[Eight Convicts and Jade Crossing Branches]
The door is covered with green locust trees, the frame is covered with Zhu Luo, and the winding path has beautiful traces. Only the moon outside the exquisite eaves is used to see the handsome Qin Zun. Looking for fragrance and bringing wine. The most pitiful talent is dead, who can say anything in front of the flowers? Chang remembers picking fragrant vines in early summer. ○Melancholy on the old tower, covered with green shade, facing the mandarin duck tiles with sadness. Asking who believes in Dongfeng Niaona, they also share the remaining paintings in Cangzhou. All lost, pear cloud shadow thanks. The fishy dust does not stain the red fence. I only dream about the many branches, and I will return from Tianchi in a very short time.
[Dream Hengtang]
The snow is flying in the short period of time, the clouds are flowing over the other side of the lake, and the coolness of the dusk sky is beginning to wake up. The wild colors are far away, the dark partitions, and the red-scented city walls. Deliberately looking for autumn, I can't bear to worry about my temples, and I can't help but be fascinated. Recalling the old retreat of the boat, the moon sets and the tide rises, the travels are tired and the storm is bad. ○Jiang Ting remembers the return of spring. It is a blur of green, and the rain moistens the corners of the fence. The sound of the piccolo reminds me of my worries, and I have an appointment before the outing. The most pitiable thing is that the frightened gulls and wild geese are wandering in the clear pond with resentment. Give frost maple, cold red dancing alone, charming west wind curtain.
[Desolate Prisoner]
The sunset touches. The wind curtain is quiet, and the clear chanting is endless and desolate. Cars and BMWs, the joy turns away, but the hatred arises. It hurts spring and dreams are bad. The red Qin is broken, and the shadow of the setting sun is thin. In such a hurry, the pearls and flags are picked up, and the eyes are blinded by the dust. ○Don’t think about Kaiyuan Day, five feet south of the city, singing and singing. Where the musk dust splashes, the shaking dragon and the precious hairpin are scattered. The sea is like orioles, and the bronze camel records the travel affairs. Just thin the plum blossoms and make shadows at the end of the month, and you have not broken the promise.
[花criminal]
The weary willows in the west of Weicheng make people feel sad. The snow is covered with frost, let alone the waist and limbs, which look slender and beautiful in the wind. The old days of the Dai Feast are filled with clear songs. It is a happy day to invest money. Still as if, the cloud screen is cold and shallow, adding fragrance to the embroidered quilt. ○The pear garden has been scattered like smoke, and the wind and dust hang in the shadow, which makes people feel frightened and haggard. The intestines are darkly broken, the crystal blue is rising, and the orchestral strings are falling sadly. The east wind is blowing, and the falling flowers are like snow. Who knows more about it? I am worried about illness in the year of the tortoise. Calculate the payment, the dragon and the bell are both inside, and the traces of the water are clear and clear.
[Two Songs with a Slow Sound]
Leave the flowers to spread the embroidery, cut the grass with light grass, and lean on the railing to float in the wild colors. The fallen willows and withered lotuses, the sound of business cries into the golden wind. Carrying flowers and wine in a hurry, looking at the leisurely garden, I can recognize the beauty of autumn. Dissipate your thoughts and borrow Wu Bo to turn green, and wash away the dust red.○Who sings the white bronze song, while the clouds are like a charming horse, and the water flows to the west and east. The turtles and fish under the bridge should also be surprised by Yin Xiao. The scenery extends from the tired guest, relying on the residual sun and leisurely counting the few clocks. The vast distance between sea and sky conveys sorrow and mist.
The smell of the sea is lingering, the city is swallowed sadly, and the wind blows and the passing years change. The eyes are full of smoke and dust, and the drunkard remembers the quiet swallows in vain. The sword song was exciting at night, quietly and for no reason, all the tears were shed in front of me. When you go, you will take in the splendor of the mountains and rivers, and cherish the notes. ○I am ashamed of the willows in Jinting Pavilion. I sang all over Yangguan and still stagnated in my saddle. Take off the martingale in East China, and look at the characters who are suspicious of immortals. The waves and seas and mountains play elegantly, but I am afraid of being empathetic and having a different connection. What's more, ask Lingjun and Tianwai.
[Shuang Yefei]
Lonely while drinking. I am tired of wandering and wandering in love with Jiang Shu. Chafengxin sends old friends to visit, and the fragrant news is Megan Yu. Sighing slowly, flowing light and swift feathers, residual gray and sad memories of the ancient Kunchi. It's as good as a southern branch. It returns in early spring on the mountain. Don't miss Yu'e's secluded nature. ○Looking back at the autumn dust on my temples, I gazed northward, feeling sad and heartbroken. The old man didn't expect this reunion, he was so happy that he was talking to each other in the lamp. Look at the post willows and the smoke. Wu Peng took Xianou away first. In the remaining dream, on the Cangjiang River, thousands of clouds are illuminated, making the stars shine.
[Dongxiange]
The sparse yellow and green fade, and I love walking in the cold forest and river. Shadow Wu Feng's cold red dance. Show off the autumn appearance, and finally turn the sail back, the crow's back flashes, and the setting sun shines brightly. ○The mountains are covered with greenery at dusk, with bright makeup underneath, and a few rows of trees with smoke cages. When old age fades away, the beauty becomes more beautiful, the water in the ditch becomes more and more sad, and I recall and write about the remaining poems. The beauty is so beautiful that the poetic heart is more beautiful than the spring flowers. I sigh who knows the dust and frost, and the good years of cold.
[Magnolia Slow Two Songs]
In Wei Xiao's pictures, I remember seeing them in person, and the thatched cottage is quiet. The pond where the ducks are bathing is desolate, where the orioles live and the willows grow old, and the spring fades into autumn. Tingzhou. Where fishing people live, there are flat springs and trees and rocks. A corner of the ruined mountain is left, with cold smoke and sorrow. ○YoYo. Ask Shaou about the past. Literary talent in Huangzhou, Song Dynasty. It's been a long day of fighting, chanting in peace wine cups, and throwing the old dodder's fur. Flat boat. When the alliance is old and hidden, the sky is full of sorrow and endless chaotic clouds flow. Afraid of barbarian songs rising at night, I listened to the fishermen singing in a frightened mood.
In the dream for several years, today, it will appear in the painting. Look at the mist and waves, the soft osmanthus, and the weeping waves. Qingqi. The Buddhist bell is introduced slowly, love enters the door, and the luxuriant green meets the autumn eyebrows. Self-picked frosty agarwood water, sword flower cold Qinxing cup. ○Wandering. Short strategies often lead to disability. A few berry moss remains. I am worried about the railings, the autumn light is shining, and the twilight is far away. Cangya. The title is green ink, relying on the long wind, who blows away the chaotic clouds. I listened to the idle monk's words and sang and danced on the stage in front of the executioner.
[Cuilouyin]
The chime is falling and the wind is round. The flowers fly and the day is silent. East Lake is trying to find its first place. Rise and fall are like dreams. Even if you pay for it, it will cost you the tears of bronze immortal. Poetry and Zen flavor. Ren Li's calamity and withered mulberry. Streaming light flying bridle. The idle monk sleeps. Does anyone know. Nostalgia for the present. ○Drama memories. In those days of cyclists. Support the green paper spot tube. Yayou Tongji. Wonders search the walls of the palace. Look at the dragon statue. Senyan Yuji. The fate of the world is not yet clear. Find more paths to spend. The moss is broken. Injured and haggard. The dusk waves blow the wind. Blue clouds and sky.
[Yanqingdu]
The joy diminishes with the spring. Outside the corridor. Annoying new green all changed. Fanfeng order. The wine is over. Time is hard to stumble upon. Yiyi held the cup on the spot. Melancholy. Looking for spring late. Try to rely on high. Recognize Spring Traces. Who cares if the red is scattered? ○Drinking hurts spring every year. Lan Cheng looked haggard. Worry should be laziness. Yinglian clicks. Luan Jian looks for sentences. Old travels are gone. Don't worry about the floating shadows. Lazy and confused. Look at the end of the world. Return drunk. Drum Point Rock City. A sudden turn of light.
[Qiluoxiang]
The rain breaks the cloud flow, the sky is clear, and the lonely empty hall lingers. Looking at the beautiful lady in the room, I still remember the beauty of the old days. Ren Gaohan, Yuyu Qionglou, never let down, Cuizun Jinlu. Calculate the resentment and understand the heart of the piano, who is the music covered by the ice string dust? ○The flick of a finger changes in the dark, and I still remember that I was smearing here and there, I was thirty-five years old. Cut off the mist of dreams and win the sorrowful words. When the general is released, there will be a clear sky, which will be illuminated and used as an anvil and pestle for thousands of families. Asking if you are tired of whirling, making shadows in the shade of flowers, and chanting late at night?
[Celebrating the Qing Dynasty]
Apricot cheese is first divided. He swallowed his flute. The good times have passed to the Qingming Festival. Carrying a pot to persuade guests. Looking for a resting pool pavilion. Talking about wearing skirts makes people tired. The remaining cold is still like spring. The wind is quiet. Who can take it? Fragrant and fragrant. ○Remember the past ten years. Only Xishan shares me. Remember Oumeng. Vaguely childlike. Her delicate eyes are still green. Don't flick the dark dust. Linqian is afraid of the old fragrance condensing. Return late. A flower base. Chat to relieve sorrow and wake up.
[High Balcony]
The green leaves attract the coolness, the red clothes enter the oar, and the bay head sells summer every year. There is a long embankment outside the willow trees, and the clear silk threads are used to blowing around. After the king and grandson left, there were no flutes or drums, but the sky was still full and the trees were still there. In such a hurry, the orioles and swallows are far away in the world, and the gulls are left to sleep.○The morning breeze blows the dream of Huaxu, remembering that the sky is full of gold and green, and the coins and ground are fine. Yeyehuahua, who protects Wen Yuan deeply? At the corner of Yanluo Road on the west side of the road, I want to invade the steps and green wrinkled moss money. Only the red building, with jade green leaves and greenery, sets off the beautiful sky.
[Xiang Yue]
I am speechless about the flowers. It is another loss this year. Spring is as good as the sea. Asking questions is sparse, afraid of awakening, and all dreams are boring. The new green is just melting, and the distant green is refreshing, temporarily relieving the worries. Talking about swallows in the leisure pavilion, like pity for who can lend money when spring is gone. ○More than a haggard spring man, with a fragrant fragrance in his arms, and a lonely orchid tadpole. Get drunk and extend the autumn, but still remember to treat each other with respect when the wind and rain stop. The moon is still full today, and the solitary clouds are long gone. This hatred is solved by the cuckoo's cry. The faint sound of the flute next to me makes me even more miserable when I swallow the smoke.
[Sparse Shadow Two Songs]
Seconds Yun Yixi. Gradually, people feel tired, and their pillows are cold and pitiful. Wanting to express my love, I dreamed of cold rice wine, and Wang Chang was too lazy to ask for news. The remaining golden thread is useless, and ten years of hard work have been wasted. Only in the Western Garden, the pale moon crows, as if accompanied by the silence of the night window. ○ I still remember Xiao Lian’s first marriage. At that time, she was charming and charming, and the red calyx reminded her of each other. The same mountain eyebrows, lightly painted with a frown, always look like a spring person. Tears are all made of gold, who can measure the width of the love river? Afraid of being diligent and complaining, I have changed the old color.
Liang Sheng Algae Country. The clouds are boundless at dusk, reflecting the low green sky. If you want to express your longing for lovesickness, it will be laborious to trace back, and the sound of business seems to help the desolation. I have known the taste of rivers and lakes all my life, only cherishing myself and throwing away the sails lightly. Several times, the shadows return to the pond, and the late flowers on the short sideburns compete for white. ○The scenery is the best in Futan, where you can sit and listen to the rain and feel the cool breeze. Amid the sound of wild geese, the autumn colors are pale, and I regret that no one can resist it. The poet is unable to leave his feelings behind, and is afraid that ink painting and drawings will turn into extremely melancholy. At first glance, the sparse red color on the edge of the polygonum breaks through the silence of the half-pavilion.
[Yaohua]
The moon is faint and faint, the smoke is shaking in the cold, and the clouds are thousands of illusions. There is a faint powder mark on the face, and in the makeup mirror, there is a hint of yellowish eyebrows that have been newly applied. Lingbo stepped far away and was contemplating, dusty dust covering his socks. I asked who would play the broken soul and the quiet music, but the Yusheng played loudly at night. ○ Speechless and leaning against the east wind, there are only plum blossom marks on the tent, which is so lonely and clean. The heart of ice is full of complaints, the thoughts of spring are misty, and the music is filled with sadness on the piano silk. It's cold and forbidden, and I can't dream of bees and butterflies in the West Garden. At that time, Hunan was pure green and the sky was clear and broad.
[Jielian]
Xie Niangchi Pavilion, fighting against the east wind to reward the handsome, Feng Luan wandering. Playing with beautiful shadows and nepotism brings me sorrow, trying my best to trip up the spring, but the willow silk is too weak. I stand speechless, remembering the time I spent in front of me, and the flowers in the garden falling in shock. Even if the time is bad, I will give you the partition wall and laugh as promised. ○The heavy locks are in the smoky desert, only the passionate night moon shines on the red cord. I am not used to being quiet, and there is a slight cold outside the curtain. I have many happy events on the east side of the bridge, but I always end up in leisure. The lingering fragrance is limited, and the wandering bees swoop wildly. At dusk, I lean tiredly on the embroidered bed, and cicadas plunder my temples.
[Ugly Nuerman]
The east wind willow eyes, leisurely reading the rise and fall of many times, all the swaying magpie flowers and autumn colors, twilight and morning. I plan to entrust the microwave, but I feel sad that I can trace back to the Baimen tide. I wake up from sleep several times, the pavilion is deserted in Beizhu, and I dream of the cold Southern Dynasty. ○It's just like the old days, when I railed against the water surface, I was enchanted by seeing it with my own eyes. Who is more likely to visit and respect the greenery in front of me, and the silver flute outside the painting? Don't talk about the vicissitudes of life, and be provocative and provocative. Long songs of desire for peace, jade gates of resentment, smoke and water far away.
[Dizhou No. 1]
What's the matter with you? The music and the phoenix are arousing, and the song is about wine. The dancing fans leave clouds behind, the bamboo slippers complain about the moon, and the desolate glory and splendor dew the grass. In the third and fifth years, I remembered the Old Testament and the house was deep and graceful. In front of Zhang Xufeng, the flower bottom of Qin Palace is full of spring. ○Try the new voice Yingyanxiao again. Talking about the past, who will sweep away the troubles? I am fascinated by butterflies in my spring heart, I hear cicadas thinking about me, and I wake up from my dreams. When you first open the curtain, you will be surprised to see something. Ge Chen will definitely fall into trouble if he provokes leisurely feelings. From now on, the jade flute will be turned over by Dingchou, and its unique tune will be played in Yiliang.
[Two Poems of Jiao Zhao]
I came to Pangcheng Road, year after year, I drank and complained carelessly. Wherever you look at the soft red sky, there is only the evening mountain, and the eyebrows are as green as ever. I didn't go out of the row, but I was afraid of looking at people with cold eyes. The old owner of the poem is not seen, but the sound of cuckoos the day before yesterday brings melancholy to the new one. ○Don't worry. The colorful lamp is pressed, the black gauze is drunk, and the flowers are leisurely respected. The laughing peach once looked for a sentence, turning its head to the wind and smoke, and the green shade of the altar tree. Reciting the pain of love and waves, listening to the falling of the Buddha and the bells and drums of Zen. Don't worry about the evening of your birthday. Look at the sky, it is light and overcast, and the cold toad vomits.
Looking back at the leisure time, we met each other with a smile, and we were all in a good mood. The shirt is light and skinny, the shadows are reflected in the autumn lights, and the remaining dreams are no longer the same. Standing at the dangerous fence for a long time, I looked at the clouds and mountains in surprise. The lonely rivers and lakes are filled with wine, and the prison is settled in the north and Zhengyin is saved. ○Don't worry. The title and sentence are just right, the people leaning on the building are healthy, and unexpectedly they join hands. Liang Chan is as bright as a book, and he is used to knowing crazy slaves, and he is free of time. Wu Si interprets the music, but only Mo plays and Yuguan Yangliu. We shed tears together at the end of the world. Afraid of tonight, the jade rope will be low, and sorrow will come again.
[Two Songs of Extreme Lovesickness]
The gentle breeze blows away the traces of smoke, and the green mountains and small brows are separated.Who would be leisurely? Liangsheng short kudzu, thinking about the lonely clouds. ○ In the lingering dream of Chunming, I bow down to the Guan River and sing my soul with sorrow. The children who ride on the waves care a lot, and they play drums and drums in the morning.
Bitian is worried about Qiu'e. The news is from the Milky Way, who can recognize it? The brocade characters on the side of the machine are intended to be placed in the microwave. ○The traces of the heart, shadow, and traces of tears are still there. In autumn, there should be more wind and dew. When will it be true? Four volumes of Luo Yun will be revealed, and the jade mirror will be polished again.
[Three Songs of Drunk Taiping]
The clouds are startling and the clouds are flowing. A swathe of greenery, the blue sky is in front of Jiashan Mountain. ○ Lakes, sky and caves, diving to the south and north. The mountain spirit invites people to hide, and every year there is a lot of leisure and sorrow.
Let’s stop playing the piano. Orchid paste is fried by itself. The lonely wild goose makes a sour sound in the long wind. Ask the sky for Lingjun. ○The frost is severe and the weather is cold. Starry night. Who played the flute in the old days? Plum blossoms are pitiful.
makeup snail state Yan. The title of the skirt is interesting. It seems that the name is too cold. With scarlet spots. ○The orioles scratch themselves. Man Yang smiled. Desolate and fragrant years. Flowers leaning against the wall.
[Xi Qiuhua]
The wind is blowing thousands of miles away, and the tall building is sending you to the place where you feel happy. The broken shadow is self-pitying, and the sorrow is born from the lingering rain in the clear sky. Returning home secretly falls into the rivers and lakes, listening to the soft oar in the dream. Prime Minister. There are also fishermen's songs and moths flying across Nanpu in autumn. ○Shuangxun Town is like this. I asked Jinghan if anyone knew last night. I am afraid that the year will be late, the alliance will not be stable, and there will be old gulls and new herons. The vast water post and the flat sand are filled with hatred, and the jade pass is passed before crossing. Who sues. Fu Lulang, flute score in the middle of the month.
[Secret Fragrance]
The water and sky are of the same color, facing the place where the jade dragon dances, and the Qiang flute is played horizontally. A little bit of emerald green, refreshing to the point of picking the plum blossoms. Don't talk about ninety-nine sales in cold weather. You should eat in the cold and sing your pen while the flowers are floating. Even if it is not expected, people will be drinking wine and singing happily. ○In the country, the road is lonely. I remember walking drunkenly on the late mountain, where the cold green leaves accumulate. The new string weeps, and the cold dream of splashing water on the quilt is recalled. I know that the east wind has not yet awakened, and the sky is light and ruthless. The only material is willows on the riverside, and the shore can be accommodated.
[Green cover dances in the breeze]
The soul is tired and moaning, and the lake and mountains outside are still dazzling. In the heart of autumn, the leisurely gulls are laughing at the guests, and the jade flute is leaning on it sadly. It may be cloudy or sunny, but the clouds are cold and floating in the sky. Wandering low, the fragrance of the old days is lingering, and the stamens are teased. ○ The bottom of the wave admits that it has lost its appearance, and the hair on its temples is dusty, and the bedclothes are lazily washed. An autumn leaf is full of wrinkles, and there are still tears left. The beauty of Jin and the fragrance of Wu look back quietly, rising and falling like mail. Depressed and speechless, the eyes are broken and the mountain atmosphere is beautiful.
[Di Taichun]
The curtains are all the same color, the locust trees are sparse and the sky is blue. Good things come in the morning, and the flowers are blooming, and the sky is green with clouds. The green moss helps me get drunk. The most difficult thing is that Ling Chen is happy. Arrange it quickly, listen to the ice and the wind is exciting. ○Smoke and mist, clear dew drops. Zha Yanbei, Xingyao Ji. From now on, the light meal show is also used to comfort and relieve hunger, which is made of Yushan pearls. One day he will become Lin Xunqin Xiao. Who knows the old time guest? Just don't meet Zhonglang. On the side of the flute viewing pavilion.
[One Luosuo and Two Songs]
Remember the new sentence of Rihu, ruthlessly mocking the rain. Lao Peng can't sleep tonight, so he can understand and understand the pain. ○XiXiXiaoXiao is like complaining, it is difficult to stop. There must be a lamp-carrying person in the neighboring boat. Do you still look like me and be in ecstasy?
The autumn mountains are full of purple, and the makeup at dawn is like Xian. In the past few years, I have been carrying green shoes in my poems, and I have recalled Yunmen Temple even more tenderly. ○The quiet feeling beside the piano is neglected, and the fingers are pointed sideways. The broken clouds seem to be lonely in the guest's heart, and there are piles of strange peaks.
[Zhongxingle]
The curved ring carries water shallower than the ditch. Difficulty going up the gorge in a light boat. Morning and evening, it's like watching an ox. Gao Chengkong refers to Qin You. For whom to stay. The west wind is bleak, the poles and poles are misaligned, and the water is adjusted to hooks and ladles. ○Half-lived jokes make it hard to stop laughing. I have no intention of staying in Youyou. Wandering in rivers and lakes, who can plan for drowning and stagnation? When will the sea and sky unite in autumn? Let it rise or fall. Forgetting the opportunity for thousands of miles, still remaining idle, losing to the sand gull.
[Han Gong Chun]
I entered the west building with sorrow, the dust was rising into the sea, and the autumn was dark and bright. In front of the flowers, I am afraid of listening to the whistle of resentment and turning over the music of Qiongzhi. Old dreams in the south of the Yangtze River, remembering the past, thinking about the beautiful scenery. However, when I was pregnant with someone, it was cold and rainy. ○ It evokes chants and fades away, drunkenly saying that the waves are separated by smoke and green, an arrow moves the sail, and the remnants of the disaster are wiped away again. I say goodbye with tears in my eyes, and the post bridge is dark. Shiwei Zhou is late tonight. Who can send it, the heavy clouds are like ink, and the crows will return when they are roosting.
[Faqu Xianxianyin]
The dust is flowing, the flowers are noisy and the wind is blowing, and the sea and moon eaves are filled with lanterns. The love of peach leaves, the dance of poplar branches, the sparkling jade statue turning over the waves. A sad glance, drifting away, lingering green curtains and cold clouds. ○ Facing each other lightly, relying on the west wind, darkly frightened and dreaming, no one can be seen, where is the sound of the brocade zither. I drink without hesitation, and my heart is as worried as spring wandering. The old song Xiaoxiao, I pity Wu Niang and sing it in shame as she grows old. It's neither flowers nor mist. How much smoke obscures the autumn tent.
[Two Songs of Night Tour in the Palace]
The empty steps are quiet at night. It's like Chu Ke, resentful and sad. After sobering up, my intestines still linger.Ask me tonight, who is here to cherish my autumn heart? ○There are few newcomers to leisurely dreams. Self-material inspection, the beginning of the world. I lie down and listen to the neighbor's chicken announcing the dawn of frost. When I turn on the lamp, I sing short and long songs, and my sorrow lingers secretly.
The sound of autumn brings rain outside. At first he complained about his hatred and sorrow. It was once a place where red curtains were drunk and chanted. Leaning on Fangzun, the soul disappears in the dark, old inscription. ○Liang Yan threw people away. The sky is surrounded by dreams, and there are thousands of trees in the dragon pond. The crows are flying in the wind. Covering the house, I stood still for a few seconds facing the autumn lanterns.
[Ancient Fragrance Slow]
The moss pond is pink and cold, the orchid path is fragrant, the Wu garden is filled with sorrow, and the darkness enters the sparse forest, with a corner of light smoke urging dusk. The wild goose outside the gate is low in speed, so it laughs and takes advantage of it, and makes light of itself. Looking at the vast expanse of Cangbo, I feel the pain in my heart. ○It is the old museum and the depths of Mingwa. Who is the master of the monk's room with bells and chimes? The steps are heavy and the fallen leaves ring in the corridor. The ancient meaning is lost in the vastness, the clouds are locked in chaos, and the road is empty. The remaining rock flowers drifted and fell, half of the stream was covered with rain.
[Yu Jie Xing]
is light and does not dance next to the Zhulou. The ancient road is forbidden to wind and rain, I don't know who is green if I keep my eyes open, it seems that I can read people's good deeds. To the east, west, north and south, horses neigh and dust rises, and there is hatred and hatred. ○There are many different roads in the world today. Don't lead your travels astray, as you are used to causing separation sorrows, which will cause more flowers and catkins. The setting sun is three feet away and the partridges are crowing. Who will pity you at this time?
[Sapphire Case]
The pavilion is green all over the spring road. Slowly, spring is coming. It's not about romance and romance. Looking back at the end of the world, the falling flowers and catkins are all echoing the orioles' whispers. ○Bead curtains and green curtains are countless. Like water and empty court, the town is standing still. The world is full of rivers and lakes, do you think so? The green mountains are still there, the white clouds are eternal, and the grass is worried about the spring rain.
[Complaining one's heartfelt feelings]
The water and clouds are like a dream blocking the gulls. Tobacco chaos Tingzhou. Who can understand the loneliness and secludedness? I am saddened by the autumn in Qujiang. ○The sky stirs the mirror, and the people climb the stairs. Dark Wu hook. The green mountains are hidden, the black horns are looking for neighbors, and the ministers bow their heads.
[Nanpu Two Songs]
The new green is all over Yingzhou, the thin cold disappears, and the bank's appearance reminds the dawn. The Qiang pipes are full of sorrow, and the east wind sweeps away the rain and smoke. Ying Ying Gu Ying, sparse stars a little spring mark. There are thousands of sorrows about separation, why bother with green waves and fragrant grass. ○The silky stream of light is almost gone, and the Qingming Festival is approaching. Tie the horse to recognize the free door, and people will arrive for an outing together in the spring. The emotion suddenly faded. The setting sun rests against the dangerous lantern, and I quietly inquire about how many flowers have been planted in the place where catkins fly with the water.
Love stories about Hushan, near the Qingming Festival, it is the spring dawn in Qianlin. The scent of flowers moistens the clear mist, and outside the stream bridge, the wind blows through the wind and sweeps away the dust. When I first try on my unlined clothes, the fluttering butterflies welcome me. The strange warm breeze makes you drunk, and you can see the green and red grass. ○The knot in the eyes is dependent on things. Then he returned, ten years too late. I would like to express my gratitude to the spirit of the thatched cottage. By the new road, do you know if Meng Yun has arrived? Empty and misty. The sound of doves echoes in the mountains, and I sit quietly recalling the stone on the cliff. How many ink marks are left?
[Exploring the Spring]
The willows are soft and soft, the orioles are throwing dense shuttles, and the ninety years are fleeting. Feigai Qingyou, Tijin elegant gathering, several cultural banquets in the West Garden. No matter how much business you do, you will only win and lose your clothes. I also know that I am not worried about leisure, and I don’t care about the depth of my wine glass. ○The bees are crazy and the butterflies are tired again, they are busy cooking and chanting notes, with four worries and three complaints. The flowers are beautiful and spring is deep, the spring is strong and people are old, and spring love is wasted in idle time. When I want to complain to Dongjun, I can't find it but the clouds are flowing. Even if there is a knife, it is difficult to cut without sorrow.
[Chaozhongcuo]
The color of the two mountains has so far disappeared, and the green eyebrows cannot help but disappear. Who knows the leisurely mood outside the painting? I break the sentences carelessly while feeling sad. ○When will I go back? The beautiful Zhongye Temple and the rainy clog creek bridge. Thousands of miles of dust and dust can be seen, and the old home is far away.
[Two Songs of Meeting and Happiness]
The sound of mourning horns in the cold night. Break and update. Worry about the lone wild goose flying south. ○No one is seen. Zhengchen is far away. Dreams never come true. The catkins are falling in the rain and the autumn lanterns are falling again.
The pillow letter is the first start of the dream. Want three updates. I am worried about hearing the star Hongshuang coming down from the heavy city. ○Where are the people? Lost in dust. It’s hard to let go of hate. Still tears and wine are not distinguishable.
[Chou Nuer]
The smiling guest's head is as thin as snow, and he leans against the two winds. Faint temples pity Nong. The old woman also responded to the door with red wine. ○Being drunk on Donghua Road when you are young is not like the frosty wind. Cover up the autumn face. Delighted in the sunset on Hanshan Mountain.
[人月月]
The smoke and dust are all over the eyes and the orchid becomes a poem. Stop singing and recalling the south of the Yangtze River. In the dim sea and sun, the golden platform comes up again, and the blue shirt is stained with tears. ○A corner of the west mountain looks like a smile to people, but it is so lonely. It is better to go back, live in plain water, and have a poor family background.
[Budhisattvaman]
The world of mortals is not as cold as wearing lotus clothes. Looking at Feihong's shadow from the end of the world. Return to Dream Bi Xiangxi. There are no old titles in Xishan. ○Who can be like the traveler? If you don't drink, you will always feel like drunk. Where to spend sparse clock. There are thousands of clouds of chaos.
[eyes charming]
The tears in the blue shirt never clear up. Decay and change the stars. In this regard, Cang Mang is filled with hatred and hatred.○The distant sound of wild geese is accompanied by the sound of falling, and all kinds of emotions enter the autumn lanterns. The wind and sand are like a dream, the green leaves are waving in sorrow, and the green leaves are in the drunkenness.
[小重山]
A corner of clear blue and green clothes. Leaning on the railing and looking at the shadow on the temples, I feel that I am fat in autumn. There are thin branches deep in the chaotic clouds. When I asked about cakes, I once talked about chrysanthemums. ○Yin Xiao recalls Dongli. The wine selling place every year is in the west of Fengcheng. The mountain spirit will stop complaining about the guest's bad feelings. Pingwu is cold, and my mind is broken like Hongru.
[Qiu Ruixiang]
Lonely and red, weeping dew. Sober up and look out of the window at dusk in autumn. Yilan's tears moisten the orioles' place, in exchange for Lu Sheng and Du Yu. ○The northwest part of the tall building should remain as before. Hidden smoke. Sai Hong doesn't want to take away his worries. It was stormy and rainy every night.
[Yan Guiliang]
In the first courtyard, the autumn shade covers the ancient locust trees. Cold green protects the berry moss. The clear scenery of the Western Hills illuminates the cup. Record the first return of the wild geese every year. ○The good news is far away and the clouds fall, and the laughter wakes up from the dusty dream. I feel pity that my arms are not fully open. Heartbroken sound, in Jinhui.
[Yu Meiying]
Who can see the red gauze and tears. The haggard mirror makeup face. The news should be transferred to Yuguan. The wild geese move their eyebrows joyfully. ○After reading the silver note, close the paper again. Worried about the difficulty in cutting frozen silk. The slender moonlight returns to the line. Look at the setting sun alone.
[Two poems in the middle of the month]
Xishan is still filled with dark sorrow. The misty rain looks deep. The old alliance is rediscovered. The crows make the autumn clouds clear. ○Lancheng fell down the river and was hated, who can do it? Send a message to the green bird. The frost is as cold as the smoke, so no one can visit alone.
The early days are cold and the twilight is old. When you are extremely sad, you have to pour the wine. The dark crows are like ink under the plain forest. The dark color goes deep into the smoke. ○ I cherish the beauty of the wild water outside, feel the clouds stop, and write my own clear music. The green shirt and white hair are no longer restrained, and now they are haggard.
[Two poems by Frost Sky Xiaojiao]
Chant of Broken Bamboo. Get the green color. Changjiang remembers the old autumn in Jiangxiang, with the cold fragrance and a few clusters of chrysanthemums. ○The paths are winding and the forest resembles jade. The sound of moaning in the dream is familiar. Unable to live up to the coldness of my sleeves, the flowing spring is gone and the mountain is turbid.
Clear frost and send it fragrant. The oranges on the river are first ripe. A thousand pieces of gold are like a painting, the light sail is unloaded and the Dongting song is played. ○ Jade claws are better than meat. The acid is really green. Tomorrow when the west wind blows, I will wake up and find a soft red place.
[Nearly two good things]
The tall willow tree is overcast in the pool, and I remember lying on the white clouds on the autumn evening. All the mountains are ringing with the flute, and the first month is full of green. ○The beacon fire in the sky is separated by the blue name, and the two shoes are worn when traveling. Last night, the mountain spirits talked to each other, which was better than the desolate smoke and floating green.
Where is the sound of teacups at dusk, blowing the blue sky and autumn colors. I am leisurely counting the crows in the cold forest, leaning against the west wind and standing worriedly. ○Don’t write about Wucheng if you are sad, and write in the dark dream of flowers. The dizzying cold maple red dance still makes people reminisce.
[Two Poems on a Night Boat]
Tired pillows and frightened autumn shed tears. When no one calls, the concubine combs her body. The precious mirror generates dust, admiring the flowers touches the temples, and wins the recent sorrow. ○ I wrote a piece of paper to Luo Ping. If the jejunum is broken, the world will be over when drinking. The green quilt is in the west pavilion, the lingering fragrance is still condensed, and the night is as cold as water.
The green clouds are full of ants. The ileum is curled up, and the Qi is swaying with the spring. When the door opens, the bright moon is right at the head, and when it's cold, it's time to release the branches to the south. ○Poetry is bold and God will not let you go. She just lowered her head and sang a cappella. Who is the first to play the flower, music, and music pipe? All the time is spent and the four strings are played.
[Drunk and down]
The mountain is difficult to overcome. Over time, I dreamed of cutting off the river head. Draw pictures and talk to comfort each other like thirsty. Gu Ying wanders, the moon is the moon over the old stream. ○Sir, I know the solution. The weather is cold and the grass is full of sorrow. The branches are strong and the steps are smooth. Don't listen to the cuckoo's song, listen to the cuckoo's song.
[鬲西梅令]
After five years of leisure, I have no time to embroider. Old love is sparse. Again, the flowers, branches, and mirrors support each other skillfully. Cuidian still remembers nothing. ○Wu Yunming extinguished his dream and returned to his original state. Little hesitation. Treasure the number of river fish, sky and geese in running script. Thousands of red gauze tears.
[Two Songs of Huanxi Sha]
When the door fell to the west pavilion and sobered up. The forgetful gull flies close to people. Sadness gives rise to greenery and is a poem written by Yuxi. ○Bing Lan is leisurely reading a book and fine calligraphy, while Jade is willing to play the chess piece. Yilan is speechless and returns home late
The butterflies dance in groups. Luan Hong intends to bring spring to an end. The platform is illuminated by thousands of trees. ○Nanyuan Film is not bad. With tears in his eyes, he leans on the floor and talks to himself frequently. Don’t wait for the evening rain to encourage flowers.
[Begonia Chunling]
The lush green shade and leisurely courtyard. The dew is red and quiet, the spring is wide and the dream is far away. The embroidered curtain is completely drooped, and has been seen by the wandering oriole. ○Jincheng Fang's music and music ended. He even brought wine and opened the curtain to wait for the swallows. A scoundrel is like a flower, and he does not limit his leisure and sorrow.
[Liu Shaoqing]
The color is bright and colorful. The short shed is quiet in autumn, and the pillow is broken. The lights outside the clouds are dim, people are arriving in the sun, and people are listening to the news. ○Liu Siwan hated Jinting. Asked to wake up, not tonight. On a ten-day trip to the plains, I felt sad.
[Feng Lai Chao]
Hot tears fell to the wind. Press the city head and destroy Yun Leike. Drinking in Huangtou City and singing harmoniously. Sigh, someone has passed by. ○The eyes are broken and the beacon fire is conquered in the west. Move Ai Yin, Du Ling rice grains. Sit down late at night and put out the candle. Another little bit, a lot of fireflies.
[Xing Hua Tian Er Song]
Green paulownia and green bamboo are blowing coldly. How many mistakes, the smell of lovesickness and sleepiness. Menglan is haggard regardless of people. Heartbroken incense quilt bottom. ○Kong Lian is taken, and the guests from the north are arriving. More rest, the east is more precious. The phoenix on Xiaotai has gone and the spring clouds are crisp. It's a pity that the inscription is in red and old.
The white geese in the distant sky are scattered. The sleeves are cold and heavy, and the jade tower is tired. The word "wet tears wet the west wind". My thoughts are clear and frosty. ○Looking back in vain, Nagato is expensive. Who knows, Wenyuan is sick and haggard. Xingyun is confused and will send his sorrow. Melancholy in Qin Xin’s dream.
[Three Poems for Youth Travel]
In the year of 2010, the hairpins and chrysanthemums were slightly green, and the mountains were covered with autumn colors. Carrying pots on the wild geese road and scattering strategies in the countryside, they all just watched. ○Now that the Double Ninth Festival is approaching, the wind and rain are approaching, and the bones are timid and cold. It's like a dream, no flowers, no wine, just leaning against the lantern.
Na Yun's thoughts are recorded in those days, and there are many pursuits on the road to heaven. Goldfish with jade belt, beauty and famous horse, words waiting to be hidden in the mountains. ○Now that I am haggard and haggard, I have become stubborn. Autumn sativa after the frost, spring tea before the rain, a night's sleep is full of joy.
The lonely light pities the moon, and the declining beauty borrows wine, and the sky feels wide at the bottom of the cup. The yellow leaves pile on the eaves and the green hills surround the house. It's hard to look at it with sadness. ○ Stop complaining about your white hair and your droopy ears. How long will you be able to return from wandering? The wind and crane are frightening, the rivers and lakes are all over the place, and the dreams of return are dim.
[Huatangchun]
Qingge makes a heartbreaking sound. The moon is dimly lit in the small garden. Haitang slept for nearly three o'clock. Who wakes up spring? ○It is natural that poplar flowers are frivolous, and it is easy to chase duckweeds. Falling in love is like a dream across the silver screen. Talk about your mood.
[River God]
The clouds are high and the wind is low. Han Qinyao window dream fans. I am always worried about listening to Runan River. Therefore, the guest rice returns home. ○I heard about the news from Nanzhi. The post envoys are diligent and diligent. Climbing and folding leave people far away. Wait until the soul of the Qiang is cut off.
[More leaks]
The green curtain is low and the tobacco ears are straight. Loneliness paints the autumn evening. Yusai is far away, and the wild geese write back. Always guessing. ○Yan while drinking. get out of class is over with lights on. The idle dream is new and leisurely. The bow looks like the moon, with slender ends. Return date is September 3rd.
[Wulingchun]
The wind and moon startle the grass for no reason, and hit the spitting pot song. There are so many things to do, such as spreading rice and pouring books, but I am so worried about this. ○Yixiaoxuan is gifted with a beard and is elegantly called a pair of temples. I feel tired after a few days, but my dream of spring is still strong.
[Sorrow and Yilan Ling]
The wind invades the curtain, and the moon peeks into the corridor. The resentment lasts longer. Telling all the hatred in the pillow letter is just crying. ○Don't worry about it anymore and discuss business. Chai Dian made an appointment to visit Lanfang. Nothing is as beautiful as Qiutang, which breaks people's hearts.
[Die Lian Hua]
The color of the sea is wavering, the cloud light is wavering, the vast distance is melancholy, and the shadows of the mountains are screened in the painting. Xiajiu seems to have heard the news is coming, and the wandering immortal returns to his lonely pillow after breaking his dream. ○Looking at the mirror with makeup that is difficult to wash off, the eyebrows and lipstick are all traces of lovesickness. The spring has fallen red several times before waking up, the orioles are singing and the old trees are hanging down the path.
[Two Songs of He Shengchao]
The red silk whispers spread to Xinyan. Who can I see in my heart? Taoyinxiang Path is also called the creek, separated from Xiaochun people's faces. ○Falling flowers follow the water, and light dust ripples. Deeper than idle sorrow. Holding the ring in hand and asking the east wind, it will return to the wind in the later stage.
The bitter words before the flowers are as beautiful as seeing them. The words are charming and beautiful. The dream of the east wind is broken and the hall is deep, and Wu Yun is far away. ○The chirping is like harmony, and the smile is full of joy. The microwave is still lingering. The bright moon in Dailiang shines on both houses, whose courtyard is it?
[Three Songs of Flowers in the Palace]
The trees are staggered and the clouds are confused. The dust secretly leads to the mountain silver urn. Wild crows crow on the branches of the girl's bed, and the frost is heavy on the night of the mandarin tiles. ○The flag is turned over, and agitation is carried out. The mirage is like a dream. The golden fairy shared Su'e's sorrow, and her tears filled her plate to clear the mercury.
I am feeling leisurely and thinking about my dream yesterday. Upside down the cicada and the phoenix. If I had known that red beans would make a lot of money, I would be a pro-planter if I have many things to do. ○The old string is moved, and the neighboring flute is sent away. The clouds pressed against the beams and the dust did not move. When the Weicheng song ends the wine stall, I will hold my head and be sad tomorrow.
The willow car will be burned, and good fruits will be offered. Cherish the five poor relatives and send them. Duzai can't fight with rice, so he ends Xiao Xian's use. ○ Xiaochen Liang, peeking into the urn, I am ashamed of myself and tease you for my affection. I listened to Lao Dongpo with his false words, and now his words are also moved by his emotions.
[The sound of warblers around the red building]
The message Qingqiao asked if there was any. Lingering love, nepotistic personal letter. Who sheds tears to return the pearl. Worrying into the Hehuan Ru. ○The shadows of flowers fascinate me in the mirror, the autumn wind is cold, and my dreams are far away. The golden lotus must be supported every step of the way. The dark dust hurts the body.
[Spring Festival Music]
traces of singing, drunkenness, and crying. Sorry, old man, Du Lingke. The west wind and cold force the copper camel road. Worry about dark knots and frost. ○If you don’t believe it, Aconitum will cure whiteness. There is no plan, only hard work and rest. The setting sun fills the city with dust, and my eyes are startled, confused from north to south.
[Happy Reunion]
Surrounded by sorrow and desire, long and poor have appointments, short dreams have no trace. Looking in the mirror in shock, I saw my head was there and I was busy cooking. ○It’s hard to be full once you’re full, and you’ll beg for rice when you write, and you’ll miss the raindrops in autumn. Give him soft chewing, roast beef heart, and steam dolphin with human milk.
[Two Songs of Upward Cup]
The fallen leaves of the invading steps are heavy in autumn. The neighbor's flute was frightened and sent away by Qingfan. The door lane remains. Gambling and drinking poems recall past years. ○The ileum is severed and the body is still there. I admire the whale rider very much. The crane rings high in the sky. If Huabiao's soul is hurt, don't do anything.
The wandering dust stirs in the misty clouds. The horse's name is Ji Huadiying. There is a path between Langgan and Gansu. I raise my fan in a hurry to avoid obstacles. ○The sour wind is like an arrow, making people happy. Elephant teeth are smoked and the spring dream changes. It's tonight again, the moon is setting and the shadows of the geese are high on the Cangshan Mountains.
[Recalling Qin E]
The clouds are split. Who can cast the intestines like iron? Intestines are like iron. Aconite horn. Ebbs and flows. ○Teardrops bounce to the west wind. Dreams linger around the mountain and the moon. Guan Shanyue. The sound of Qiujia is broken. The cuckoo swallowed.
[Red Luo Jacket]
The bright frost flowers are light, and the sound of wild geese is high in the cold. Sighing the autumn wind outside the lamp, it blows several times, yellow curtains and green curtains, dreamy rain rustles. ○Twilight clouds are far away, and thoughts are misty and Jiang Gao. How come Liuhe Fuyao? Some soul-breaking moves. Facing the falling moon, I recognize the Wu Hua Diao.
[The candle shadow shakes red]
Don't dream of the Western Garden, the light oriole crows and breaks the golden cage. The Yao hairpin stirs the fire and burns the silver spring, and the fragrant seal and sandalwood heart curls. ○The melancholy songs are lingering in the dark, I have long forgotten and missed the old tune. The hair on the eyebrows is brushed, the frost on the mirror is ashamed, and the palace flowers press on the hat.
[Wushan Duan Yun]
Autumn colors painted by Wu Sheng, the sound of the stream sounds like a musical instrument. A speck of dust is not as deep as the green mountains, and the poetry is faint. ○Don't miss the past when you are happy. Don't worry about how many pounds you have. Behind closed doors, the cold moon shines on my sparse lapels, and I was born into an old book and a prostitute.
[Pinling]
The evening breeze is blowing softly, and outside the curtain, the moon waves are rippled with sadness. Fairy dreams secretly follow the spring strings. The green pond is full of shadows, and the flowers are hidden in the waves of mandarin ducks. ○Clap your hands and sing songs to light up the lights. More love for the wine. Qian Jiao stared at Zhu Gang. Waiting for the pattern to be incorporated into the new barrier.
[Return]
has passed the golden rain. The winds and forests are pure and the mountains are numerous. The flowing light is difficult to tie down the willow strands. Very worried and easy to live in. ○The hazy eight-meter cloud stops. Embrace the river grass and leave your mood sadly. Pipa tells the story of all the hardships in Guanshan. It's hard to send love, so let's go.
[Didi Gold]
The wind and flowers look back and wander in shock. The painting hall is deep and has a few spring drinks. The old rain, morning stars, and dreams are all gone, and I sigh that the world is desolate. ○
move the disk and shed tears together. It's very desolate, with thin clouds. The old city is full of vicissitudes of life, and the Liaohe chants with resentment.
[Xichunlang]
It’s a relaxing day in Lingchunfang. The words are very sad. The fragrant swallows sit there, the cockroaches learn to speak, and the apes and birds sit separately. ○The fragrance of yellow flowers is not available in the evening festival. Only the old eyes can turn white. I turned to the wind several times to call for the plow, and I was miserable in Mo Tianchoubi.
[Zuixiangchun]
It rained last night. The red and purple colors are charming. It just so happened that when I was outing, I felt worried about my skirt. ○Fragrance: Pound the dust and grind musk deer. Let's turn over the pictures and beat the horses. It's easy to read, and the heart of the piano is like being sick and thirsty.
[Xifenfei]
shows no good intentions. The fur is as cold as water. For a while, I leaned against the dangerous railing, and the broken clouds and hatred began to rise. ○In the waning moon of Guanhe River. Except Fang Zhu had tears. The twenty-fifth autumn is more broken, the sleep is thick and the frosty sky is haggard.
[Tianmen Yao]
Indulge in Chang'an Road. Sip the remaining wine and look at the sky. Autumn is old again. Embrace when the new year changes. ○Looks like brocade, frost-red and wind-swept leaves. Listening sideways, Qingluan's sound becomes fainter. Maruzuki is small. Ask how many Shaoque and Chang'e are.
[Yi Men Ling]
Yi Zhu Chou Shengzhu has not been sold. Even if the weather is cold, it can be tolerated. At that time, I regretted marrying Wang Chang, but who would complain in vain? ○Confidential communication. Look at the flying stars in the sky. Wait for leisure, call for spring, and the traces of tears should remain.
[Liu Chun Ling]
The blue sky is full of good news, the distant voice is like a reply, and the leaves are walking along the empty corridor. Compared with cherishing autumn every year, there are only more tears than before. ○Ande Zhongshan Qianni Wine. Let the soul hurt and the poem become thin. If you don’t believe that frost comes at night in the maple forest, it’s not yet autumn time.
[Happy Orioles] The wind is rustling and the rain is miserable. Fang Xun Leng Xichi. The phoenix branches are scattered on the Biwu. Wild mandarin ducks fly over the pond. ○Old feelings are connected, new sentences are given. The gallery of traces remains. At this time, dismount Guitangdong. All the energy is like a rainbow.
[万里春]
The spring is cold. That is the sentiment of cherishing flowers. Relying on Weilan and circling the swastika, I am afraid that Tibetan spring will be difficult to live in. ○The orioles spread the word through the sky. It's still a long time, leaning against the curtain and blowing catkins. Just outside the jade gate, the spring breeze can be heard, and the sound of the flute can be heard secretly.
[He Zhuan Ershu]
Luo Dai. Polymorphic. Evening day. Still sad. Orchestra. When I woke up from the dream, the green bird was still crowing. Unprovoked. Noda oriole turned. ○Do you remember the bright moon shining on the tassels? Spring is not yet here. Love is reversed for whom. Painting hall west. The shadows of flowers move. Return tired. Broken heart is carried in both sleeves.
spring change. Worry. Reliance on danger. I'm thinking about it leisurely. last year. Sometimes I smell cuckoos across the flowers. sad. Meng Yan Shu Guoxian. ○I don’t believe that people in the world never grow old. Sadness comes a long way. The king of eyes, suncao. Broken clouds fly.Returned but not returned. Stop urging. When will the water flow to the west?
[Sidi Xiang Er Song]
updated. The autumn air is pure and clear. I asked Su'e if I was in love tonight. How many green banquets and singing seats are there, and the dancing candles are still bright. In exchange for the cold wind and water, there will be no sound.
Qingqing. Both smiles in the mirror. The thirty-year-old sleeves are sparse and quite fishy. If you don't believe in Si Zong's eyes, you will return your youth to others. Ande Zi is nothing but a life story.
[Ban female resentment]
The cold clouds are wiping the autumn slowly. The wind blows through the dust. There is sand beside the post, and there are trees outside the sand. Cangran Pingchu. The eagle is in the air and the horse is adjusted to the current situation. Poor student.
[Two Songs of Crossing the River]
Singing and hitting the fou. Standing still. Xuxu. The white clouds mourn and the geese spend their time together. Guanhemo. The trees are full of autumn sounds. Dangerous fence. ○The garrison is strong and the mountains are numerous. Chengyin Road. Who can endow with the smoke and chaos? Send feelings. No place for anyone. Bad Yang language.
listen to the wind and rain. No curtains. Therefore. In the arms of Qingyan is bilingual. Damage spring factor. The moving clouds are like wisps. Eliminate the incense stick. ○ Get the Pearl and Luopu every year. Lead wave note. Worry arises from mist at the window. Red tooth spectrum. Zhou Lang ignored it. Who knows the mistake.
[Red Window]
The crimson wax remains, and the spring wine is quiet. The small screen leans on the leisurely count, and the chaotic mountains are filled with sorrow and sorrow. It grows like grass with the shovel. ○Looking at the long journey. A soft promise is hard to keep, the jade flute is turned over, for fear of being replaced, the old days are full of cries and beads. Urinary leakage, how much spring is left. And the flowers are drunk.
[Two Songs of Xixizi]
Wang the mist of Fenglou. There are five clouds outside the city gate. When I remember the year, I am beside the immortal battle. Spring will change. Hold out the heavenly book and shine brightly. The scenery is autumn again. The west end of the hall.
Tears are still there when I wake up from the dream. Chai's appointment with the mirror alliance is in vain. Listening to the sound of the eaves, the spirit magpie makes money. Fangqiu. The sorrow of the Wei River is clear and shallow. Don’t blame Mulan Zhou. Resentment flows eastwards.
[Fragrant Grass Ferry]
Sober up the remaining wine and try your makeup. Measuring Jinse can overcome sorrow. Luo Jin is fragrant when he says goodbye. Wushan is broken, the dream has not changed, Chu Yun is crazy. ○I didn’t get it back, so I blamed the spring orioles. Beside the curtain, the sun sets. Chao Chao shyly handles the silver spring. Do you know that searching for old songs is not a business?
Reminiscences of Youth]
A century-old barrier, a century-old solitary embrace, and a century-old tree. When I look back at China, I see a lonely cloud in the sky. ○The vast beacon smoke scares distant eyes. Leaning on the wind, singing and crying several times. I came to Yan City in a hurry to look for the dilapidated buildings in the high trees.
[Resent to the Spring Breeze]
Liu Yiyi, the official of the embankment. Worry reaches the end of the world. I don’t know the remaining dreams of autumn in Qing Dynasty. The clouds are far away, who knows the early stage. ○The wind and smoke are everywhere. The rain splashed on the pillow, and the shock was strong. Feeling sad about the silence and the draped curtains, I only remember that it is lovesickness.
[The Second Song of Xijiang Moon]
The dream of singing is surrounded by dark clouds, and my heart is filled with dark eyebrows. The new swallows across the curtain seem to be sighing. Spring is beside the falling flowers. ○The lingering fragrance at the bottom of the sleeves is secretly bought, and the shadow on the wall pities Pan. Who can buy the daughter's smile? The bright moon is in three parts.
When I wake up from drinking, I forget that spring is here, and my dreams are light and longing. Often the strings on the piano are restless. Don't stay away from close friends. ○The wind and moon in front of Luoluo Zun, the gentle flute in Guanshan. Liuguang is already struggling easily. The bottom is deeply tied with Yang silk.
[Recalling Two Songs by Wang and Sun]
When will the dreamy rain in Wushan clear up? Amid the laughter, I woke up drunk. If you want to understand Luo Ru, you won't be able to win. Feeling confused. The green belt is rubbed with both hands, and the hatred is far away.
Yunshan overlaps short and long pavilions. Farewell to Ba Shang and Yang Yang. Why should you blame Weicheng if you respect wine? Wake up with sorrow. Listening to the words, Lang dreamed of mileage.
[Two Songs of Flowers in the Rain]
Shrimp dishes return to my heart in autumn dreams. Looking into the distance, a reed grows in sorrow. The swallow in the cage peeps at people, and the oriole in the cage entertains the guests. There is no sympathy for each other. ○Ask Fei Jin and Luo Jin how many tears they have shed. It's still the same, the fragrance remains and the wine is stagnant. Who is lingering on the peach leaves, the Yang silk threads are darkly twisted, and hate is chasing the east flowing water.
The cuckoo's voice sounds like water. That's more knowledge, the clear eaves are magpie's joy. The lotuses in the green marsh are clear, and the autumn is approaching in the jade garden, which is a bit high-spirited. ○The bottom is not facing, and the yellow silk disappears from nap. The dream clouds are heavy, and the mountain is always leaning against. Returning from thousands of miles away, I bought ten thousand bottles of wine and got drunk before getting flowers.
[Yugezi]
Forbidden flowers destroy, clear leaks and rest. Worry about the birth of the chariot and the death of the autumn light. Leng Yanzhi, Shen Bixue. Chun hated Jing Yang and said shyly. ○The green tung trees are floating and the green wind is blowing. The silver bed shadows the palace and socks. The waves rise and shine, reflecting the moon. The fragrance of midnight is blooming.
[Two Drunk Chanting Shang's Pieces]
It's Nanshan again, and I'll see the colorful clouds in the west. Old grudges and new grudges. Dream Yaochi banquet. Gonghuai is neglected and sparse. Worry about the tent hall.
Countless sorrows are blocked by thousands of willow threads. The late flowers are blowing in the face, and the pond is covered with light duckweed. I don't care about the lawsuit. Yiyi dreams far away.
[Drunk Flower Room]
The wind is so strong that the wild goose rope is straight from the sky. The dream returns to the frosty moon. The old covenant is a Yao scarf, and the new hatred is a Yao banquet. ○It is difficult to remain silent with feelings. Joking and pitying one's head. New composition for short flute. I know my own emotions, but I am afraid of knowing my friends, and I have nowhere to look for them.
[Two Songs for Celebrating Spring]
There is an appointment with the east wind, and every year there are obstacles, and the flowers move together in the long run. When the spring tears are gone, the spring flowers are in full bloom, and the cries of the beetles urge them to return. ○The jade dragon blows at the place, and the worries are still deep. Under the spiritual flag, the Luan book is sent far away, and the fragrance and shadow are different from that time.
arranges the flute game, evaluates the price of wine, and aims to relieve the cold. Thousands of Yang silk threads are whirling and good at dancing, and they live up to the lantern stem. ○The reply text is woven, and the eyebrows should show the curve of the palace. Qing'e twenty-eight, the fragrant alliance is there, looking at shame and ruthlessness.
[Two Songs by Feng Gufei]
The dusk clouds are boundless in the north, don't wake up slowly after drinking. I am full of tears looking at the end of the world. Just rely on the warmth of Lan Qian. ○The moon is rippling and the oars are short. It's hard to get rid of sorrow, the Willow Wall Flower House. It's not too late to hear the cuckoo's song. There are very few people left.
Remember to wash the flowers and drink deeply, and sit around and sing the dust slowly. The moon is full amid the sound of the jade flute. The air is full of alcohol and the light clouds are warm. ○At dawn, the sweet oriole’s flower dream is short. The sorrow remains, thanks to Niangchi Pavilion. Fragrant things are floating in the spring evening. Who cares about paying the legacy?
[Two Songs of Licorice Seeds]
Sadness. Amidst the sound of folding bamboo, the color of snow illuminates the windows. I feel cold and desolate, looking at the south road of the city. ○Looking back at the cold spring place with five clouds. Ask Faqu or Yulong who counts. The silver sea sinks and waves wash away. The remaining tears are like rain.
years old. I miss you forever, dreaming of a cold and cold insect house. It was expected that Wu Gao Road would be full of hatred. ○The couplet chanting place in the hall on a snowy night. Recognize the tears and love as before. I went across the river to find you last night. There was cold rain.
[Siyuan people]
The down-and-out Bashao is three-way late, and his life experience is full of insects. Supporting the Guangsha building, bowing your head on the river bank, who knows the meaning of the roar. ○Maoling is always full of autumn tourists, which is even more valuable. The rich family laughs at this moment, deep in the drunken countryside, the red paper is the color.
[Four Poems of Jiuquanzi]
Water belt and mountain hairpin. This is the way back for Qi Luan. The mountains are covered with deep clouds and the banana rain is at dusk. Talking about southern Hunan. ○ What a dreamy night, chasing spring sails. Turn around and the palms are still ripe. Partridges crow and the grass is green. Guests drink.
smiled and lifted his beard. Don't ask where the clouds are going. Sai Hongmi, eaves magpie language. Adding sadness. ○The dust is like ink spots on the shirt. The cold night wind makes me sad. Longtou groans and Qujiang cries. What a shame for me.
cherish Yunlan. Write all the new sentences about lovesickness. Green dust flies, and golden wisps form. Purple clay letter. ○At that time, spring hatred rose on the tip of my eyebrows. Then ask the Xiansheng Bureau. Even now, it is still inkstone. Reminiscent of Huanan.
Xianyu is enjoying the night. My personal friendship is as good as my complaint. Paintings depict spring sorrow, floating seal strands, and Yao hairpins. ○Peep the makeup and the angry swallow opens the curtain. Jiaoyi relies on the pink stick and fat. The most pleasant, screen song six. The month is divided into three.
[Golden Phoenix Hook]
I looked at the lonely mountain while sleepwalking yesterday. Recalling the cranes and the sad tune of tired songs. The broken clouds remain illuminated. Several clear whistles. The melancholy painted cage is like an old warbler. ○The good wind blows all over Qingmen Road. Remember to look far and give you grass. Yu'e's fame is high, and her brocade papers and newspapers make her drunk and sad.
[Four Poems by Siyue People]
Dreams of wandering in the dark and evil feelings. Looking for old traces, the embroidered mandarin duck is suspected to be cut. Pingshan hides it. The broken clouds are sad. ○Zha Fengwei's note has a thin title. Cuiguan Qinhe and Tears Pavilion. Nowhere to stay. Very spirited, return the promise before the flowers.
Listen to the cuckoo's evil voice. The clouds are cold and the mountains are green. Fangshi is disappointed. Old tours are scattered. ○I am leaning against the bamboo and it is cold, my sleeves are thin. There is a dense spring hidden in the Qi Pavilion. Who is thinking. Afraid of happy things and appointments with sad people.
As you grow old, you will cherish evil. You lean on your sleeves, and your shoulders are thin and the mountains are thin. Missed the journey ahead. The hometown is deserted. ○Look at the empty clouds across the threshold, as thin as water. Tired memories are based on the spring flowers in the outer pavilion. Chou asked. The first is to unite with the New Testament.
Lazy Fu Qiu Sheng evil. Love things change, old love is gone. When to give up. The sound of mojia fell. ○Sigh that the paper tent is dimly lit and covered with thin wadding. Hidden traces in the dream awaken Shangge. Worry more. Reduce clothing belts and waist circumference.
[Three Songs of Liangzhou Order]
The cold weather has been forgotten for a long time. The same product as the heavy smoke overnight. Don't laugh at the branches when you are crazy. If you are in love, you will look for fine wine to drink. ○The moonlight is clear and flowing in the west of the bridge. He holds his hand very diligently. After returning home, I leaned against the mountain pillow alone. Mengchen secretly sings and sings to surround the brocade.
The rainy night was very desolate. Bit by bit, the empty steps are soaked in cold water. I sang and covered myself with a fan, thinking about who would throw brocade around my head. ○The lantern beads in the bonfire are filled with tears and the meaning is empty. Sad that the years are passing by. Who can accompany the golden banana to drink alone? The waistline is thinner than that of Dongyang Shen.
Wu Wu is as long as a drink. Sitting for a long time in the cold bullies the heavy beast. After all, Chang'e's world is sparse, and the clear light soaks through the windows every night. ○ Don't praise Cao Chen in seal engraving. Who writes the title? Joining the army, Manyu Fang Ren. If you mislead people, you should know the Confucian crown.
[Jade Tuan'er]
The west wind sweeps the hair on the temples. The night is dark, and the autumn is dreaming. Brocade tent and beaded curtain, whose teeth are fragrant, who sticks to the promise? ○The jade bamboo slips and letters were hurriedly retrieved. Baozhuan is astringent, and Wei Rui is at first glance. The exposed palms move the stems, the palace eyebrows play with the daisies, and the curtain pavilion is gloomy.
The new wind blows the snow luan's fur thin. At dusk, swallowing and crying crows are good and evil.Beidou Qincheng, Xishan Yanyue, there is no trace. ○Niao Ya was born in spring silkworm bondage. Drunk eyes are left, and Ping Gao is stunned. Midnight singing, lingering tears in the new pavilion, accompanied by a deep drink.
[三字典二词]
Spring goes far away, but the wild geese arrive late. Hate mixed. The golden house is cold and the green dust is flying. Yuguan is far away, the Qiang flute is resentful, and you can play it to your heart's content. ○After saying goodbye, count the dates of return. A little suspicious. The red embers are dark and the jade rope is low. The book on the pillow, the tears on the lapel, when the heart is broken.
Wind is from north to south, water is from east to west. Divergent roads. People share things, yes and no. Try to rely on the height, the sun is far and near, and ask who knows. ○In Yan Market, there are few people drinking wine. Dance. The sky is already drunk, what are the guests doing? Diao Tian Heng, the right move, this is my teacher.
[Three Southern Songs]
Dirty chants of love and tiredness, Wei Mang's fighting spirit is high. The remaining tyrants in the country are pouring wine and sorrow. Learning books and swordsmanship is always boring. ○Lin He responded to Teng's laughter, and the article was full of ridicule. There is no need to resort to the method of breaking the soul without attachment. I always read Li Sao to the empty mountain with tears.
The night air is dark and the moon is falling, and the sound of autumn angers the waves. The short song is too cold to be silent. Sit and watch the lingering flames of the mast blow high in the clouds. ○Who can rein in the angry horse? The hungry eagle has already descended. The script is slanted and the language is arrogant. Counting to the years of Yixi, I hated the imperial edict.
The green sleeves are fragrant and narrow, and the embroidered belt is floating. The third bridge on the third night of the Lunar New Year. Remember, a daughter will inevitably pity Xiao Xiao. ○The bottle of old hatred sinks into water, and the swallow of new sorrow changes its nest. The west wind subsided and sank to the waist. Fortunately, Huirong's fan shadow was painted when farewell.
[Ying Tianchang's Two Songs]
The green snail's makeup faded in the mirror. If you lose too much grass, you will get drunk. One hook of the moon, half an inch of fragrance. The news before the flowers is accurate tonight. ○Leaning on the Wen Ping, looking at the cyanotic hair. Xiaolan is so timid. Release the lingering hatred of agarwood. Xie Niang asked shyly.
It's hard to be accurate when moving a string or a column. Farewell to Phoenix and Luan Ge. The powder marks disappear and the seal seal is fragrant. I woke up bored and sleepy after drinking. ○The moon peeks through the curtain, and the flowers cover the temples. The mountains on the screen are difficult to recognize. The wild goose's feet do not spread the deep hatred. Ruihong and tears.
[Two Songs of Acacia in Qin Tune]
Spring in the dream is not spring. The lingering illness caused by alcoholism in the broken flowers. Wherever the red flowers fly, they lightly form mountain clouds. ○The road back home is short when you are drunk. Teaching in the wind and rain, I worry about the person sitting on the flower.
The dreamy east wind blows as lazy as the clouds. Taking someone's arms is singing. The sound of wild geese flew away, leaving a mess of dust. ○ I walk with my mind alone, and I feel like I am wearing a scarf in the pavilion of tears beside the rain. Xiaolianzhuhu is still from last year.
[Two Poems of Qingbei Ling]
When I entered the house, I was startled. I looked over the eaves and saw the magpie's joy, and I suddenly showed my old frown. There are flowers floating in the wind. Who asked about Zapei Lingbo? ○The desolate tears are stained with red powder. I am very worried about people and the time is leap. Pingshan has many thoughts, and I rub the jade seal and think secretly.
The cranes are on guard and the frost is severe, the city is empty and the moon is dark, and I don’t know when spring is approaching. All the spirits are angry. Hebi is so confused and hard to ask. ○Langgan Star Dou Hanguang Seal. Looking at Yaojing, I am frightened and arrogant. The yellow silk curtain falls in the fragrant night, and the bells ring faintly in my dream.
[Wang Jiangnan]
When I get up from bed in the morning, the festival is full of sadness. In sorrow, time is short, and the rest of my life is timid and ashes. When will the business return? ○Looking at the place where you are chanting, your head is white and drooping. There should be a purple pavilion with bright clouds in the countryside, as if hearing the fragrant news reported to the south branch. After the song, I feel sad and confused.
[Chrysanthemum New]
keeps making cold sounds in the air. Chang Chai wants to sing, sad and dirty. People who butcher dogs and sell pulp come to share with me on the platform of hanging eagles. ○The wind and dust fill my eyes with sorrow. Meng Luan's old mountain is safe. On what day, the water clouds will disperse and the boat will go away.
[Ruienxin]
Dongfeng news can be heard in the rain. The curtain is dark and the fragrance of the alliance hairpin is cold. Quietly and silently, I stared at the silver paper, leaving sixty-six to sit and relax on the painting screen. ○Cooking is harmful to spring disease. The green sleeves are thin, and the late cold makes me sad. Then Hua Xian and Du Yu returned home, fearing that the spring people would not wake up.
[Recalling the Moon of the Han Dynasty]
The elm pods are shaken by the wind around the steps. If you want to buy spring time, there is no such thing. It's not about worrying about spring, it's about sitting deep in the moonlight. ○The lake is on the road every year, the spring is good and the jade flowers are in full bloom. The old oriole is silent when it wakes up from drunkenness, and the parrot is red with clear tears.
[Red Window Listening]
Sleeping flowers bloom like spring water. The clouds are far away, and the painting screen is sad. Zi Gui knew that people were suffering, and he kept urging them to return. ○Point to the peaks and see the ultraviolet light. The mark on the lapel is dark and vaguely recognizable, and I cry in pain before the death. Looking back on the old love, I am ashamed to cover up the beauty.
[Three Songs of Sigui Le]
The curtain is cold and light and the fragrance is clear. The news is close and it’s time for the club to open. Jade calyx has feelings and is also thin. The sleeves of my shirt are wet with tears and cherish the spring. ○The cold words asked Huahua if she believed it. Sighing at the end of the month, who cares about the secret fragrance? Flowers often love wine. Self-pity is so nostalgic.
deliberately eliminates sorrow and feels like the old. The song has not ended, and moths are born in the frown. The flower hairpin is about to slip away. Gu Yingxi, secretly Sui Chunshou. ○Rui Naoxiang has leisure forever. It attracts hatred like a willow fluttering in the wind. In the next few days, it will fall again. I'm afraid that flowers will burn for others.
Play music and play Wuwu songs and beat the foul. As soon as I feel sad, the clouds move away from the mountain. At dawn, I hate the cold and have nothing to do. Look at the change and destruction, the gray dog in white clothes. ○Who will marry me when I grow old and work as a servant? I am ashamed to hold the mirror, and my head is full of snow and frost. He had to drink until he was drunk. I don’t know who is behind closed doors.
[Three Songs with Phoenix Title Cup]
Qingqin’s entertainment and dining experience. The mind is full of emotions and the depth of the waves. Hearing the sound of the flute three times is worth a thousand turns. If you fight hard, your hairpin will be short. ○The bag is full of dust and tears. Where the dust gathers, the green flowers are desolate. It's a pity that the golden geese are flying together, far away from the sky. There is no broken unitary string.
Flowers dance wildly until the golden grate trembles. Whoever sings more will make the river full. Melancholy determines the season and the strings are slow. Worry is light and the singing voice is broken. ○The late cold invades and the cicadas on the temples become messy. Empty self-blocking, slap Luo in the face. The story behind it is still sad and short of lovesickness. Do you know the jade rank resentment?
The remaining flute in Jinting swallows the smoke. If you miss me, it will last for many years. Relying on the threshold of the clear green mountains of Nanshan, I fell in front of the statue. How much hatred, full of Li Xian. ○His riding late, accounting for spring bias. Advise Xiehui and stop promoting the singing feast. Could it be that Yan Yingying smiles and laughs again and again. Even if the guest is worried, delete it.
[Lovesickness'Erling]
The swallow chicks are gently let in, and the tidbits mess up the empty eaves. How many nests have deep meaning, and the curtains whisper bitterly. ○The shadow secretly teases the eyebrows. Talk about wandering and being sad. It is pity to throw away all the red flowers, who sings the partridges in the south of the Yangtze River.
[Shaking Tingqiu]
Looking at the crescent moon is like a dream. The short flute is so mesmerizing. Whimpering, high and low, the sound is deep and cold. ○The shadow of Qiutong is dark, and the sound of mourning crickets is muted. Who can share this love? Qing Shi was so angry that he also blew the horn a few times.
[Autumn Night Rain]
The thunder and clear sky startle the winter hibernation. The clouds in the heavy city are like ink. Whose family changes in spring, there is a dream about Tu Su's poem. ○The moonlight is approaching in a few days, and I think of Su'e and Liuzhao in desolate silence. The flag shadow is woven in the wind. I am afraid to ask, this is the end of the world.
[Pearl Order]
How can the boat come between flowers? Lost in smoke. I asked who would cross Taoye and Chunjiang. I recall the song with tears, leaving only a trace of sadness. ○The trip was blocked by grass and skirts. Can't dream of it, old happy place. Sad complaint. It's lonely spring, and the flowers are flying away.
[西地 brocade]
The jade screen is silent and cold. Who can complain about the broken soul? I also closed the door, lying down and forgetting about hunger, Yuan Gong has been through the ages. ○ It is expected that Qianyan Yisu will be the best. The remaining scales are flying. The cold rainbow air floats, and the clouds drift away from my back. I wonder how the cold will disappear.
[One Cut Plum]
There is a sound of stepping on Qiong Yao's steps. It’s rare to see mountains, the dust is clear after snow. Carry hats and clogs with you to recognize your feelings. If you don’t look at the mountains, who will have green eyes? ○Wan Di Qing Lan surrounds Guo Ming. In the old days, looking at the mountains gave me as much joy as ever. The wind blows and the dust smells fishy. When I look at the mountains today, I can only see the mountains.
[Seven Niangzi]
Mei Xian Caiyan flew away in fright. Manage moths and focus on spring mountain battles. The fragrance of white butterfly is light, while the flower of jade insect is thin. I am willing to hold my new hatred in my sleeves. ○The flowers are free and the shadows are over and I look back. Even the sachet looks like a year-old buckle. From now on, I will keep it in your mind. Tianwu embroidered with the same diligence.
[Two Songs of Brocade Spring]
The time spent in wine hurts the embrace of spring. The red color is chaotic and the oriole's song is old. Flowers are falling in the rain, catkins are blown by the wind, and there is so much leisure left. The fragrance of the seal script still lingers. ○Hung the new strings on the wall, the title is unique. Counting the old days, the sound of stepping is good. The green dust is flying, and the wind is flying. It makes you sad and quiet. Leaning to the west and smiling.
The cold moon sings the bamboo, and the new wind blows the grass. Turning around with a sigh, how beautiful the dream is. Leaning on the broken bench, playing the piccolo, and whistling in the open air. It's better to return home. ○The city is hanging outside, and people are getting old in their eyes. When you wake up from alcohol, you are tired of hearing the singing of birds. The poem buries the soul, and the poem sacrifices the island. Consider this a loving hug. Ask him if he knows.
[laughing and turning]
Jiangshui. Hate endlessly. After all the tears, I wrote a piece of paper. The red sweet pea floor is dusty and difficult to clean. The extremely famous flower is despised. The blush cuts off all the beauty. The sun sets and the bright clouds rise again.
[Breaking through the sand of Huanxi]
The Minghong from outside the world cannot be recruited. The past ten years have left a lot to be desired. Who can comfort me when I am old and cold? The moon is high. ○I am so lazy that I can only sleep in the winter mountains. I am worried and have no time to pour wine. There are plum blossoms and two or three peppers.
[Two Songs of Flowers in the Backyard of Yushu]
The song is full of fragrant red flowers. The embroidered curtain is sunny. Who taught you to leave your toilet behind when seeing off guests? ○Pingshanying has changed its character. Cherish the wine in spring. The stockings are born early in the dust, and I worry about leaving behind.
How could I ever realize that I have been so lucky in ten years? Dream fans Qingxiao. A song on the pillow is astounding with the fragrance of the mountains, and the clear song is wonderful. ○The red scarf flower holds a flying bird outside. Secretly pity the good spring. I secretly recognized the two mandarin ducks in the corridor, and the fragrant grass on the jade steps.
[Eight Treasures Makeup]
Jinpingshan Music Exhibition Center. The new cold is heavy, and the protection is diligent. The red sleeves are softening, the jade insect shadow is dark, and the musk smoke adds a stick. ○ Qianyin curtain bottom wind speed. It is also easy to make mistakes in poetry. It's the leakage that invades the Qiong tube, it has nothing to do with Su Yue, peeking at the flowers from behind.
[Fighting Cock]
The bottom of the flowers blooms every year, and it is afraid that the spring will be shallow. Carrying the bamboo stick, carrying the pot to call. Wearing cloth stockings and blue shoes, laughing and shouting at the mountains for company. ○While chanting, I reminisce about the happiness of the past, and I look at the lush green mountains at dusk in the sky. If you are timid, people will disappear. The sound of the jade flute takes away half of the sorrow.
[pick red English]
spring news. Branches north and south. Drunk chanting costs a lot of money. Cold cloud brew. Wu Bodang. I plan to entrust you with light retting and ask if the flowers are okay. ○Guanshan separated. Worry about the flute. Longtou people are colorless when spring comes. Qingluo tent. Horizontal branches. I had a clear dream for a while, and the moon rose at dusk.
[Two Songs to Celebrate Golden Branches]
When the flowers are waning and the moon is missing. Rely on leisurely drunkenness and look for new topics. The shadows in Wu Gorge are uneven due to broken clouds. Mingyi is soaked in sorrow. ○ After the begonia blooms, the spring red color is thin, and the fragrant butterflies dream, and they are still confused when they wake up. In the Ming Dynasty, the jade flowers at the bottom of the flower hissed. It should be a sad return.
Xianghong and Mengfei. Ask someone to explain, it’s lovesickness. The short chessboard is left with half a piece of chess left. Enjoy when you are sober. ○ Bing and Ding’s posts were drawn in a hurry, fearing whether it would be sunny or rainy, and it would be difficult to tell. The cage oriole and the jade lock separate the flower fans. Spring regrets that it comes too late.
[花上月令]
Pingshan is like a dream with frozen clouds flowing. Unblocking is a bit sad. Who knows if you are whistling leisurely, there will be light retting. In the sea of people, there is an empty boat. ○You don’t need to ask the season master for gains and losses. If you draw a tiger carelessly, you can call an ox at will. How much do you know about the wind and moon in the south building? I sigh and stay there. All paid, young people travel.
[Tea Ping Er Two Songs]
Dreaming of entering the south of the Yangtze River. The flowers are in the wind and the jade plums are fragrant. The tender cold fence falls and I lean against the clouds. It was broken by Cuiyu with a cry. ○ Sitting with eyes full of dust and sorrow. The words are hidden and the donkey is returned to me. Jianghu is not a smokeless place. Sigh is a stratagem, always true to the left.
[frozen green clouds and sad locks. Expose the clear eaves, wrap your head and sit deeply. At dawn, Hongyan passes by the South Tower. Ask Ruby and Shuanghan if they know. ○The dream cannot be repeated again. Relying on dangerous strings and singing to yourself, who will harmonize you? The broken lapel recognizes the traces and traces. The memory is thorough, and the family mountain is broken.
[Jiang Yue Huang Zhongshan]
Dancing robin before the feast, singing on the pipa. The clouds and trees in the imperial city are chaotic and dim. Wandering low, snowflakes are flying like palms. ○The poem's sleeves are full of tears, and the drunken countryside is bleak and windy. The wine intestines and horns are from Chaya. No one knows, the empty wall sweeps away the autumn rain.
[Drunk Pencil]
hugged his knees and groaned for a long time. On the high pavilion. By Lan Wang. The mountains are deep and cold at dusk. Yiyi hurts the guest's heart. ○The plum blossoms should remember me. The fragrance is first broken. Bixixun. Who cares about the evidence? Stringless wall harp.
