Looking south, freshen up. "
Tang Wen Ting Yun
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river.
Thousands of ships passed by, and no one expected to appear.
Broken-hearted Baipingzhou.
Bodhisattva Man, overlapping hills, gold blinding.
Tang Wen Ting Yun
The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash.
Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers. The new post is embroidered with lolo, all of which are golden partridges.
Bodhisattva, everyone says Jiangnan is good.
Tangweizhuang
Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists should stay in Jiangnan until they are old. The spring water is greener than the sky, so tourists can sleep on the boat listening to the rain.
The women selling wine in Jiangnan restaurant are all very beautiful, and their arms exposed when selling wine are as white as snow. Don't go home when the light is not fading. It must be extremely sad to go home.
Yugezi
Tang Zhang He Zhi
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain.
Little mermaid, when is the spring flower and autumn moon?
Five Dynasties Li Yu
When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.
Meet you.
Five Dynasties Li Yu
Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.
It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.
Know Lin Huan Hua Xie Chun Hong.
Five Dynasties Li Yu
Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.
Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east.
Crying at night, it was stormy last night.
Five Dynasties Li Yu
It was stormy last night, and autumn curtains rustled. Candle residual leakage is a broken pillow, so you can't sit still.
The world flows with water, which is a dream. Drunk hometown road should be steady and frequent, unbearable.
Magpie stepping on branches
Five Dynasties Feng Yansi
Who knows how to throw leisure a little longer? Every spring comes, melancholy remains. I often get sick before the end of the day, but I dare say my face in the mirror is very thin.
Why do willows on the green and black embankment by the river worry about new things every year? The independent bridge is full of sleeves, and Lin Ping returns to the new moon.
When did the moon begin to appear?
Song sushi
Chen Bing Mid-Autumn Festival, happily drank the next morning, drunk, wrote this word, and missed my brother Su Zhe.
When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance to find out what shadows look like on the earth.
The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon will darken or shine, and it will become round or round. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia
Song sushi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Jiang remembers the dream he had on the 20th day of the first month.
Song sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Don't think about it. Unforgettable A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
When night came, my dream suddenly came home. The window of Xiao Xuan. Dress up. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Ding Fengbo
Song sushi
On March 7th, it was raining on Shahu Road, and all the servants with rain gear left. The same people felt embarrassed, but I didn't think so. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, so just pretend to be like this.
Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.
The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the bleak land, rain or shine.
Xijiangyue, a great dream of the world
Song sushi
It's a big dream in the world, and the autumn is crisp. At night, the sound of wind blowing leaves rings in the gallery. Look at the eyebrows and temples.
The wine base is often worried about fewer customers, and the moon is cloudy. Who is alone with * * * on Mid-Autumn Festival? Looking at the north sadly.
Linjiang county ye GUI Lin Gao
Song sushi
I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.
I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? The night was calm and the lines were flat. Since then, the boat has passed away, and Jiang Hai has sent the rest of his life.
A slow voice
Song liqing Zhao
Looking around, lonely and sad. It's the hardest to stop breathing when it's warm and cold. Three glasses and two glasses of wine, how can you beat him? It's late and urgent! Guo Yan is very sad, but this is an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence!
A plum, lotus root fragrance, autumn jade
Song liqing Zhao
Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.
Wuling Spring Festival Gala
Song liqing Zhao
The wind has stopped the dust, the fragrant flowers have blossomed, and I am tired of combing my hair at night. Things are people, not everything, and tears flow first.
It is said that Shuangxi spring is still good, and I plan to go boating, for fear that Shuangxi can't bear much worry.
Green Jade Cup: Lantern Festival
Song Xin qi Ji
Thousands of trees bloom at night in the East. It blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.
Moth, snow, willow, golden thread. The laughter faded away. Look for him in the crowd. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.
Fu Zi Zhuang Ci in the Broken Town was given to Chen Tongfu.
Song Xin qi Ji
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
The nostalgia of Gu Bei Pavilion in Yongjiu Lejingkou.
Song Xin qi Ji
Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou. Pavilions and pavilions, singing stage, wind and rain will always blow away romantic feelings. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
Nanxiangzi
Song Xin qi Ji
Where to see China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building. How many things have gone up and down through the ages? The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.
I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast. Who is the world hero? Cao Liu. Children should be like Sun Zhongmou.
Xijiang moonlit walking on Huangsha Road
Song Xin qi Ji
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. Daohuaxiang said a bumper harvest. Listen to the frogs.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year. In the old days, Maodian community was next to the forest. This road turns to the creek bridge.
Yulinling
Song Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start.
Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog.
Since ancient times, the most sad thing for sentimental people is to leave, not to mention the bleak autumn, how can they stand the sadness.
Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only.
Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together?
Damn Hua Lian, the wind in the dangerous building is good
Song Liu Yong
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Yangzhouman
Song Jiang Baishi
Xi Chunbing applied to go to Japan and gave it to Wei Yang. At the beginning of the night snow, the wheat is looking forward to it. Entering the city, you will look around for depression, cold water is green, dusk is rising, and corners are sad. I feel sad from it and feel sorry for past lives, because I am watching this song. The old man in Yan Qian thinks there is a kind of sadness of "separation".
Huaizuomingdu, Zhuxi is a good place with few saddles on the initial journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, the wheat is green. Since Huma went to see the river, he abandoned the trees by the pool and still hated talking about soldiers. It's getting late and everything is empty.
Du's reward is now surprisingly heavy. Vertically speaking, although the dream of a brothel is good, it is difficult to be affectionate. The 24th Bridge is still there, the waves are swaying, and Leng Yue is silent. After reading the red medicine by the bridge, who will you know every year?
Operator Yongmei.
Song luyou
Outside the bridge, the plum blossoms are lonely, no matter what. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain.
Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.
Hairpin Fenghuang red brittle hand
Song luyou
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin. A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years. No, no, no.
Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion. Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu. Mo, Mo, Mo!
The pride of Qiu Si fishermen
Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
Goodbye, Tang Duoling.
Wu Wenying
Where to synthesize sadness. Leave people's hearts to autumn. Even if it doesn't rain, it will be windy. It's cool at night, the weather is fine, there is a bright moon, and I'm afraid to go upstairs.
Dream of rest in old age. Flowers, smoke, water. Yan resigned, but the guests were still staying. The weeping willows don't touch the skirts. The dragon is a boat.
Su Muzhe's nostalgia
Song Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves. The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
Manjiang Xie Honghuai
Song Yuefei
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car to break through, Helan Mountain is lacking. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Xiao Zhong shan shan, last night, cold can't stop singing.
Song Yuefei
I couldn't stop singing last night. It's already midnight. Stand up and walk around the steps alone. When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.
Whitehead is fame. Old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to talk to Yao Qin. There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.
Huanxisha
stretch
A new word, a glass of wine. The weather was bad last year. When will the sunset come back?
There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.
Hawthorn Tree: Lantern Festival
Song Ouyang xiu
On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the flower market is brightly lit.
The moon rose to the willow tree, and he met me at dusk.
On the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and lights are still the same as last year.
I will never see my old friend last year again, and my tears are soaked through my clothes.
How deep is the yard?
Song Ouyang xiu
In the courtyard, deep willows pile up smoke, and the curtains are not counted. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.
March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.
Queqiao Xianxian Qiao Yun
close
The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.
When you meet, you will win, but there are countless people in the world.
Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.
If two kinds of feelings last for a long time, they are still there, day and night.
Xi Jiang Yuexin sneakers shop
Liu Song Chenweng
The sky is low and people are high, and the prince is crazy. Try on new makeup everywhere at night. But this is a paradise on earth.
I can't feel the coolness like water, and my homesickness is like frost. Dreams pass through withered mulberry trees from the sea floor. Read all the galactic storms.
Your Royal Highness
Song Zhang Xian
A few stingrays, and then report to Ren Fangfei for rest. Cherish the spring and break the red. The rain is small and the wind is fierce, and the plum blossoms are green.
Yongfeng willow, no one is full of snow. Don't pull strings, you can talk about it.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed, and the moon has not been condensed in the east.
Cut plums
river
A piece of spring worries about wine. The boat on the river rocked and the curtain moved upstairs. Qiuniangdu and Tainiangqiao, the wind is fluttering and the rain is whispering.
When will you go home and wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. The streamer easily dumped people, turning cherries into red and plantains into green.
Yuxia
Song He Zhu
Ling Bo didn't cross the pond road, just watching and letting the dust settle. Who is the golden flower? Qiao Yue Garden, a bamboo building with locked windows, is only called Spring.
Ran Ran Yun Fei, at dusk, drew a new topic, heartbroken sentence. How much leisure do you have? Yichuan tobacco, city wind, plum yellow rain.
Recalling Wang Sun's Spring Poems
Song Li Chongyuan
The lush grass remembers Wang Sun.
Liu Wailou lost his soul in the sky.
Du Yu's voice is unbearable.
Miss dusk.
Rain hits pear and closes the door.
Yulan Chunjing
Song songqi
Dongcheng gradually felt that the scenery was good, and it was wrinkled and welcoming people. Poplar smoke is lighter than Han Xiao, and the branches of red apricots are full of spring.
Floating growth hates less pleasure, but is willing to love a daughter and smile. Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.
Linjiang county
Song Yan Dao Ji
After the dream, the balcony is locked high and the curtains hang low after drinking. When hate came last spring, the fallen petal became independent, and Swift Qi Fei.
I remember Xiaoping's first sight, and her focus was on the word se. On the pipa string, I said I was homesick. At that time, the moon was there, and I had come back according to the colorful clouds.
Partridge day, drunk shot spring shirt, cherish the old fragrance.
Song Yan Dao Ji
Borrowing a spring shirt makes me feel a little tipsy, thinking back, and the spring fragrance is old. The separation and hatred of heaven tormented my sparse distribution. On the road, the annual autumn grass pushes Chinese and Japanese architecture to the sunset.
The top of a building; Deng Wang Lou; Far away, boundless water. Where are the people who want to get back on the road? Acacia words are not censored, so why bother to write them on letters? It takes a thousand lines of tears.
Jiao Jiaomei of first frost Tiandi
Fan Song Chengda
The wind breaks in the evening and the spring breaks all night. The pulse flowers are sparse and the sky is light, the clouds come and go, and there are a few branches of snow.
If you win, you will lose your sadness. Who said that? Only two lines of geese are low, knowing people to lean on and drawing the earth and the moon.
Butterfly flowers send spring.
Song Zhu Shu Zhen
There are weeping willows outside the building. Want to be young, stay less in spring, let's go. Wandering catkins drift with the wind. Follow the spring and see where to go.
Green mountains and green waters smell Du Yu. At that time, being heartless, Mo Ye wept bitterly. Send wine to Chunchun in silence. It rained at dusk.
Quail day
Song Zhou Zizhi
When a little residual red is about to run out. The screen is full of cool autumn air. It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.
Adjust the treasure, dial the gold. At that time, they sang partridges together. It's windy and rainy now, and I cry when I can't hear the song clearly.
Partridge, there is a history of Meishan living in the building, which should be summarized and answered extemporaneously.
Huang Songting Jian
Huang Juke gave birth to Han Xiao. Don't let the glass dry in life In front of the wind, the flute blows obliquely, and the drunken hairpin hangs upside down.
Live, eat more. Dancing skirts and singing boards are full of joy. Yellow flowers and white hairs are holding hands, and people look at them coldly when they give them.
Spring dusk of Shakespeare's trip
Matsuguchi Zhun
Spring will pass, warblers will get old, and Hong Ying will fall into childhood. The painting hall is quiet and rainy, and Pingshan is half covered with fragrance.
Secret agreements are heavy, feelings are awkward, and the dust in Ling Hua is full of carelessness. Leaning against the building is speechless, fascinating, dark and even fragrant.