Who knows, please: Lu You’s words (add meaning)

As soon as the rope dropped

The road was full of spinning silk and flying catkins, and the time was approaching. Who can talk about new sorrows at this time? There are hundreds of warbles and flowing orioles.

Looking down at the present and ancient world, where are the gods? Before the flowering, you must be judged drunk and helped back home. If the wine is not available, Liu Ling's tomb will be visited.

One drop of the rope

Seeing through the falsehood of life, and being ridiculed by others. This body is like a person who rides the tide, having passed through thousands of waves.

I’m glad to be back safe and sound, with a pot of spring brew. The raindrops and smoke hats are next to Yuji. It should not be the title of a marquis.

A bunch of flowers

Standing in front of me, my soul is lost, and I still hate to be in the quiet period. I have never been accustomed to shed tears of spring, and my clothes are filled with tears for the queen. That's even more so, when the flute is played in the pool hall, the green son is green and the shade is green.

The shadows on the cloister curtains vary from day to day, making it suitable for sleeping during the day. Chaoyun Mengjuan knows where it is, Qian Shuangyan, talking about and lovesickness. I have been sentenced from now on, and I am very haggard. I want to know this personally.

A cluster of flowers

The immortal Shu is unparalleled in the sky, with jade-faced green moths. After reading Huang Ting, my heart is like water. I close the red door and feel sad close to the silk spring. The window is bright and clean. I am leisurely facing the Tang Dynasty post. The deep incense stick is incense.

There is no medicine in the world to keep the light flowing, and the wind and rain make it cool. When we meet, we talk about the old capital, sighing about the tribulation of dust and the vastness of life and death. How about accompanying me, green coops and green bamboo, fishing for Xiaoxiang in the evening of autumn.

Bu Suanzi

Beside the broken bridge outside the post office, it is lonely and ownerless. It is already dusk and I am sad alone, and it is even more windy and rainy.

I have no intention of fighting for spring, but I will let everyone be jealous. It fell into mud and was crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remained the same.

Going to the West Tower (a happy meeting)

The green at the head of the river is dark and red, and the swallows are flying. Suddenly, I went to the place I was traveling and hated Yiyi.

Shedding tears and sighing about human affairs is contrary to her heart. Fill the jade pot with flower dew to send you back in spring.

Great Holy Music

Forty-two years have passed since lightning turned thunderous, and I lamented my floating life. Try to think about the past, nothingness is like a dream, full of joys and sorrows, together and dispersed like smoke. The sea of ??suffering is boundless, the river of love is bottomless, and wandering is like a leaky boat. Who can understand it? In the fire of impermanence, the body is strong with iron.

It will be Hua Dian in a moment. It is easy to tidy up the body and return to nature. Why should we pay attention to asking for land and houses? In life, we need officials, and in death, we need fame. Longevity and poverty alleviation, whether right or wrong, is an honor or a disgrace. The origin of this matter lies in heaven. From now on, let me go east, west, north, south, and become a flying fairy.

Peacetime

The bamboo room is one foot deep and quiet. The chaotic red flies away and the green becomes overcast, and there are songbirds.

When I was about to leave Lanting, I had nothing to do and started practicing piano by myself. The copper stove curls into the sea and sinks, washing away the dust.

Yuehaitang

The red gate of the abandoned garden is closed in the setting sun. Hanging on the rise and fall, in the tears of regret. A touch of palace plum blossoms, still, a little crispy and cut with water. In the place of sadness, I seem to recall the old events of Xuanhua.

There is a sense of desolation for pedestrians. Who can send the fragrance thousands of miles away? Standing in Jianggao, it is rare to see Yao and return to Longtou. The sound and dust are far away, and the dangerous building in Chutian leans alone.

Yuehaitang

The embroiderers in Lanfang are tired of getting sick. Sighing in spring, I woke up when I was bored. The swallow returned empty-handed, and there were several messages sent to the borders of Yuguan. In the sad place, the group nest is displayed alone.

The smoke in the smoke cage fades away and the smoke becomes cold. The tears are deep and I look at the shadows of flowers. How can he be restrained by the lingering fragrance? He is alone in the cold pillow. At dawn at the west window, there are a few sounds of silver bottles and jade wells.

The moon shines on the pear blossoms

The Jijing scenery is soft and the misty river is rising in spring. There is no one in Xiaohe, and the embroidered curtain is half up. The sisters outside the flower called each other and made an appointment with Ai Pu.

Xiu Mo forgot the pattern of Zhang Tai, and thought about it carefully, which made him feel sad. The jade on the chest and arms is reduced, and I want to find Pisces, and write a letter.

The moon shines on the pear blossoms

The boredom has been ruined, and there are many diseases. Several curves screen the mountain, accompanying people to the tranquility of the day. Liang Yan urged her to get up and change the fumigation cage.

When will the new sorrows and old hatreds be gone? The green temples will gradually wither, and the light rain will tell the flowers. Where to send the fragrant note? The embroidered pavilion is in the shade of the willow.

Magnolia

I have been living on the Bashan Road for three years, and my green clothes are all worn out and my hat is covered with dust. The body is like a cloud crossing the west coast, and the sorrow reaches the grass in Qutang Pass.

Spring plate and spring wine are good every year, but trying to wear silver flags will make you drunk. Nowadays, everyone is one year old. I am not the oldest person in the world.

Magnolia Flowers Slowly

Reading the dreamland of Handan, sighing at the green temples and early frost. Burning elixirs in Naihua Mountain and watching cranes in Qingxi, I still lose my original intention. Over the years, in the troubled times, I have learned the secret of understanding the truth and interpreting it extremely profoundly. Raise nine buns of golden twigs and plant them into thousands of groves of wonderful trees.

The star altar is learning to walk at night and chanting in vain. The cold dew penetrates the Yao hairpin. The green phoenix is ??draped in the clouds, the blue luan traces the moon, and the palace is deserted. After reading Langhan's letter, I became a close friend of Emperor Juntian. But the passing pot is roaring proudly, and the years are passing by in this world.

Shui Diao Ge Tou

Jiangzuo is the most famous place in ancient Xuzhou. The mountains are picturesque, and the beautiful places are dimly covered with dangerous buildings. The drums and horns are solemn and majestic in the wind, the beacon fire is extinguished in the sky, and the past is remembered by Sun Liu. Thousands of miles away, the sun is shining brightly, and thousands of stoves are home to brave men.

The dew touches the grass, the wind falls on the trees, and autumn comes with age. Let the king be free, talk and laugh, and wash away the sorrows of the past and present. Not being able to visit Xiangyang has wiped out countless tourists, and it is hard to let go of the regret. The uncle has been alone for a thousand years, and his name is as famous as the Han River.

The water dragon sings

Looking for spring at the bottom of the flower in front of the bottle, I can sigh and feel completely relieved. Dressed in clothes, the drunkards are scattered, and the beauty is far away. This year, there is miasma and heavy rain, by the Yelang River. I was leaning against the building, playing the flute, looking in the mirror by the window, crying and being frightened every now and then.

The flowers fall and the moon shines in the courtyard. Silent and heartbroken. Holding hands and holding hands, Zeng Xue painted Liang Qiyan at that time. Seeing and talking about the new arrival, the net is lingering in the dust, dancing in clothes and singing fans. The material is also shy and haggard, walking carelessly along the fragrant paths, afraid of seeing the singing oriole.

The water dragon chants

Chasing the road on the Maha Pond, the red and green colors are mixed during the Spring Festival Gala. The time is beautiful, the begonias are drunk, and the peach blossoms are warm. It’s time to pick vegetables for the first time, the smoking ban is approaching, and there are silk tubes all over the city.

See the golden saddles fighting for the road, the fragrant chariots flying over the covers, and the rush to occupy the new pavilions and pavilions first.

The melancholy years change secretly. Dark ecstasy, rain collects and clouds disperse. The mirror covers the moon, the hairpin beam dismantles the phoenix, and the Qinzheng slants the wild goose. At the end of the world, there are lonely mountains and fortresses, dangerous buildings flying around. There are only sighs of spring, poplar flowers and hatred, and the east wind is full.

Jade Butterfly

Wherever the tired guest travels in his life, he falls into Beijing and Luo and finds his way to Xiaoxiang. On this night and in what year, I will write about Song Yu and Gaotang. The embroidered curtain opens, the fragrance suddenly rises, the lotus steps are steady, and the silver candles branch out. Dark side. Swallows are shy and orioles are jealous, butterflies are buzzing around and bees are busy.

Unforgettable. Fangzun frequently persuades, the steep cold has retreated, and the jade leakage is still long. A little bit of tranquility, just worried about the moon invading the corridor after singing. When he was about to return, Sikong asked with a smile. When he got closer, the prime minister was furious. Heartbroken. If you give me a false excuse, why not mount your horse?

Sheng Chazi

Repaying the kindness of the mountain lotus master, let’s talk about helping the plow hand. The newly formed Xiao Mao Ci just occupies the mouth of Qingjiang River.

The wind and dust do not change clothes, but the neighbors often hold wine. It's like when an official travels, all the willows in the pavilion will be broken.

Birth of Chazi

The swallows nest in the sky, and the courtyard is quiet and the doves urge the rain. The fragrant fragrance moistens the court clothes, and the guests chat about the dust.

Thousands of strands of silk on the temples are not spun by Wu silkworms. The lonely dream spreads across Xiaoxiang, and the moon falls and I hear the soft oars.

Good things come soon

Hang around the world and paint silver candles on buildings every night. Who sees Wuyun Danzao, raising yellow buds and first ripening?

The spring breeze returns to the Purple Emperor, and the East China Sea feasts on Yang Valley. Come in and give me the gift of green peach blossoms and a thousand dendrobiums of jade dust.

Good things are coming soon

The wild goose has not yet returned home, and the treasure zither is scattered with broken hearts. It's even more cold and weak, like an old friend's unkindness.

The miasma clouds and wild rain darken the lonely city, at the corner of Chushan Mountain. If I bother to ask about Jiannan's news, I'm afraid it'll be a sparse question.

Good things are coming soon

The boat is returning from Fenkou, and the flowers are scattered on the island at dusk. The white apples and red polygons on both sides of the strait reflect the fresh green.

Wherever there is Gushi, it is home, and water chestnuts and glutinous rice are enough at all times. Tomorrow I will ride on the wind again and travel south and north of the Yangtze River.

Good things are coming soon

Small tiredness brings me a lot of sleep, and the sun is shining for a few days. To drive away a hundred thousand Sand Demons, there are two dragons and Cang Bi.

Young people should not laugh at the aging of old people, but the flavor remains the same as before. Standing in the depths of the frozen clouds, I explore the news of Ximei.

Good things are coming soon

The wind is dew and the sky is cold, and we are serving a banquet in Yuhua Palace. I went to the Purple Emperor Incense Case in person and saw Jin Zhi Qianye.

The fairy dew in the green pot has just begun to brew, and its fragrance is unique. After being drunk, I rode a red phoenix to watch the spring scenery of Penglai.

Good things are coming soon

Waving your sleeves and going up to the west peak, you will be lonely and lonely. Leaning on a stick, facing the whale sea, I can count the smoke and sails.

Looking at the clouds dancing in the blue luan, the return journey is almost over. Thank you Banshan Songchui for your attentiveness and hospitality.

Good things come soon

Find a destined person and share the elixir from the jade pot. Who looks deep into the dust of the city and recognizes the lonely crane in the distant sky.

In the middle of the month, Ba Ling plays the flute and Tiao Hua goes to the appointment. There is no limit to the ruin and prosperity of the past and present. I sigh that the mountains and rivers are like yesterday.

Good things are coming soon

Leaving Qinguan on Pingdan, driving with two deer in the snow. I would like to ask you how you are doing on this trip, and enjoy the beautiful Yi Xiuzhu.

Amidst the ashes of the Han family’s palace, spring grass turns green several times. You see how things have changed, with honor and disgrace one after another.

Good things are coming soon

At the dawn of autumn, I climb the Lotus Peak and lean against the green wall of the sky. Whoever keeps company with Fang Weng will have a light policy in the Temple of Heaven.

The red dragon flew suddenly, and the mountains were black during the thunderstorm. Talking and laughing make for a prosperous life, and laughter and meditation bring happiness to the people.

Good things are coming soon

The guest is thinking hard about returning home, and the sorrow is like a cocoon with thousands of threads. In the dream, the mirror lake is misty and rainy, and the mountains are countless.

The youthful madness in front of you is gone, and you are sending love words carelessly. Flowers fall and swallows fly in the courtyard, sighing that time is like this.

Good things come soon

The beautiful appearance lasts for thousands of years, but who will remember the lonely crane riding on the clouds? Looking back at the places I once visited, there are mountains, rivers and cities.

The world is full of cars and horses, and the dust is dirty. Let’s visit Gexian Danjing and watch the rock flowers bloom and fall.

Good things are coming soon

Waving your sleeves to others, flying over the cliffs. When I found the ancient elixir stove, there were accumulations of white clouds.

The heart is like a pond of water, calm and windless, and it can take thousands of breaths in one sitting. Suddenly something unexpected happened in the middle of the night, watching the whales ripple in the sun.

Good things are coming soon

I return east at the end of the year and sweep away all traces of the city and dynasty. I found a place surrounded by chaotic mountains and fished into a clear pool.

The fish seller is still drunk and sober, and his thoughts are on the flute. My home is far away from the clouds, and I know the sand gulls.

Ru Meng Ling

I lean against the small mountain peak alone, surrounded by green mist. I'm just afraid to learn to practice clouds and create a spring dawn on the balcony. Spring dawn, spring dawn, the courtyard is full of green poplars and fragrant grass.

Mr. An

The society is at the beginning of the storm. There is a hint of spring in Zigui's voice. The most ruthless thing is that everything is scattered and there is only one rose. What's more, I am haggard and haggard under the quiet window this year. People are all strange, poetry and wine are worthless. Read the scriptures toward the medicine stove and forget about the orioles, windows and willows.

Everything is settled. The traces of powder are still on Xiang Luopa. Hating the moon and worrying about the flowers, fighting for faith in the Tao, that’s all for now. Recalling his previous life, he met Zhang Taima. Because it comes by itself, it is forbidden to be afraid of the heart. Even if we sing and drink together, we still talk about the old Kyoto dialect.

Xinghuatian

The old man comes to live in a hurry. They were dancing and singing wildly. Once you get the gold cup, you will stop complaining. Watching spring and dusk.

Who is Qian and tied with wicker. Don't leave or urge me to go away. Can Hong was nowhere to be found in the blink of an eye. All belong to the hive swallow households.

Qinyuan Spring

The pink plum blossoms are broken, the green flowers are green, and the feeling of spring is deep. Gradually the bead curtain is rolled down, the branches are slightly stepped, the ice is open and the carps are jumping, and the forest is warm and the songbirds are singing. The lychees are scattered, the bamboo branches are sad, and the turbid wine is poured out with tears. I have been leaning on the railing for a long time, sighing at the slowness of the mountains and rivers and the passing of time.

Unexpectedly now. Nothing can be accomplished and the frost invades the temples.

Look at the old friend, the sand embankment is yellow, the fish is hanging with jade, and the mink reflects the golden color of the cicada. Although Xu's country is strong, it has no road to the sky and is desolate for thousands of miles. Who can send a message? In the east wind, there are smoke and willows from Baqiao, which tell me where I want to go.

Qinyuan Spring

As soon as I say goodbye to Qinlou, the New Year is coming, and the lights are coming again. I recall the graceful smile, the slender and gentle grip, the fragrance of jade and the language of flowers, and the warmth and crispness of the snow. I feel sad when I think about it far away, and I miss spring sickness, and I blame myself for never doing so in my life. Do you know that the fragrance gradually disappears from the Shu brocade, and the tears stain Wu Ling?

It is difficult to find a long rope that ties the sun. The tired guest has lost his old friends. But wild geese are rising on the outskirts of the river, the fishing village is complaining about the flute, the cold fire is burning, and the solitary inkstone is producing ice. The water surrounds the mountain, the smoke is dim, and the clouds are miserable. Even if there is a high platform, it is often timid to climb it. In the place where the soul disappears, there is no fish paper and no blue dream.

Qinyuan Spring

The lonely crane returns and flies to the distant sky, replacing all its old ones. The withered graves filled with thoughts, the vast dreams, the princes and ants have finally turned into dust. Carrying wine in the garden and looking for flowers in the alleys, I never underestimated the spring that day. As time goes by, the waistband and belt are left, and the hair on the temples is refreshed.

Make love. Scattered like clouds. How could I have expected that I would be like this now? Fortunately, I have good eyesight and good health. I have good tea and good food. I am not the only one who is old, but others are also poor. Avoiding all dangers and squandering ambitions, I gather water in my short boat in the lake. Why should I hate that there is a drunk fisherman and a river friend as my neighbor?

The bean leaves are yellow

The willow waist is upstairs in the spring breeze, and the gold-threaded clothes are first tried in front of the flowers. Niao Niao Ping Ping is not self-sufficient. It's too late to put on makeup in the morning, and my eyebrows are painted better than in the old days.

Yellow bean leaves

Spring is often full of rain and wind, but when the wind and rain clear up, the spring is gone. Who cares about the thousands of grains of mud and sand? Hating poverty is like being in decline.

Red Cliff Ci

The clock dawns at the forbidden gate, recalling the king’s journey to court, the first flight of the luan swan. In the middle of Xifu, there is a single step, facing the Golden Lotus Palace. The crouching embroidered chin, the celestial flower belt, is soaring at a glance. Life is unpredictable, one person belongs to the other.

Looking back at the green gate of the Purple Road, the leisure courtyard of the West Lake, thousands of bamboo shoots are sold. The crow roosting on the plain wall should be fine, but the residual dream cannot be repeated. The years are frightening. I look at my fame in the mirror, and my short temples are not much green. After a happy break, I will be drunk with you.

Night Tour in the Palace

After the banquet, the bead curtain was half rolled up. Outside the painted eaves, the scent of wax spreads. The sound of green mist is falling. Leaning on the incense shoulder, looking at the atrium, the shadows of flowers are chaotic.

Wan is the Gaotang Pavilion. The bamboo sticks and musk smoke are warm at first. Why is the bright moon full every night? Support Fangrou, hate this year, the cold is still shallow.

Night Tour Palace

The snow is dawning and the Qingjia is in chaos. Sleepwalking somewhere, somewhere unknown. The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.

Sleep in the cold light. The sound leakage is cut off and the window paper is tilted. Since then, he has been granted the title of Marquis in Wanli. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.

Night Tour in the Palace

The coldness invades the green quilt alone at night. Naiyoumeng, no return. I want to write new sorrows and tears splash on the paper. Recalling Cheng En, sighing for the rest of my life, so far.

Susu lantern flower pendant. I asked him what he wanted to report to me at this time. The door is thousands of miles away. The heart that hates the king is like a dangerous fence, and it is difficult to lean on it for a long time.

Define the situation

The hats are lowered and the whips are lowered to see the guests back, and the small bridge is flowing with a branch of plum. I don't even remember my illness when it comes to spring. Who knows, but the fragrance drives people away.

I have a good time, drink wine, hold hands, and look very happy with you. The young and strong-looking man has snow on his temples from now on. Because of this, the fleeting years are full of anger and hatred.

Picking mulberry seeds

Baochai spent the night upstairs putting on her makeup and combing, and was too lazy to get on the swing. I am poking around the heavy smoke, my golden robe is wide and my bun is partial to the side.

Linhong did not send letters from Liaodong for another year. Before playing the tears, I feel sorrow in the spring breeze.

Picking mulberry seeds

At the foot of Sanshan Mountain, laymen were idle, their clothes and shoes were in desolation. I was drunk and sleeping, and the wind caused the flowers to fly and fall on the fishing boat.

Sauvignon Blanc

There are thousands of clouds and thousands of waters, and I am in the midst of thousands of clouds and water. The moonlight collects the fishing tube.

My head is still young, my ears are not deaf, and my face will turn red even if I drink wine. Who is the same as one?

Sauvignon Blanc

The bridge is like a rainbow, the water is like empty space, and a leaf is floating in the mist. Tianjiao calls him Fang Weng.

The side boat canopy makes the river breeze, and the crab houses are scattered in the east of the fishing market. It's time to hear the twilight bell.

Sauvignon Blanc

The face is pale, the temples are bright, and he is full of poems and books. Officials often sleep during the day when they are free.

Painting Lingyan and going to Ganquan. Since ancient times, fame has belonged to young people. The best friend is the cuckoo.

Sauvignon Blanc

Understood the floating life, tired of the fame, looking back a thousand minutes and feeling light. Peace of mind from now on.

I love the sound of pine trees and the sound of springs. I write to Gutong, who can interpret it. The autumn moon is bright on the empty river.

Sauvignon Blanc

The mountains are green at dusk, the rosy clouds are bright at dusk, and boats are crossing the Mengbi Bridge. The wind blows and wakes me up.

Look at the rising tide and the flat tide. Don’t stay in Xiling for a while. The silkworms can be cooked at the beginning.

The Sapphire Case

The west wind carries the sound of rain and waves, just washing away the miasma of yellow grass. The old people are all mourning. Thousands of rocks lie high, and the five lakes return to the lake, replacing the Lingyan statue.

My old friend is stationed in Pingrong tent. How strong is Bai Yu’s waist. I, the old fisherman and woodcutter, will be the prime minister. Xiaotao red wine, late-fragrant Danli, remember the Manjiang River.

Nanxiangzi

When I return to my dream, I send it to Wu Qiang, and the journey to the river is long. I want to see the cables being tied up in Fangzhou at the beginning, the setting sun, and the scattered smoke and trees recognizing Wuchang.

The new frost on the temples was once the imperial robe dyed with royal fragrance. It's desolate to have friends with old and young people in my hometown, but I'm afraid that other places are better than my hometown.

Nan Xiangzi

Entered the imperial state at an early age, and met each other with wine and wine. It’s been a dream for thirty years, but it’s a sad thing, and my temples are rustling with travelers.

I am visiting Pengqiao again. I don’t want others to laugh at me and I am ashamed of myself. It's enough to look in the mirror and lean on the building. There's nothing left to do with the boat, the moon, the flute, and the smoke.

Nan Gezi

It is too late to meet in different counties, and it is difficult to say goodbye in middle age.

In the late autumn wind and rain, the guests' clothes were cold, and they looked outside the Chaotian Gate and talked about joy and sorrow.

The thin horse walks on the frost stack, and the light boat goes down the snow beach. Lin Dan, who lives under Wu Nu Mountain, is said to have been sent to me in my dreams for three years.

Zhaojun's Resent

Cicadas sound in the courtyard all day long, and people are too lazy to shake their fans. Xiaojing writes about Xiaoxiang, which is cool by itself.

There are flowers and swallows outside the curtain, and there are people watching under the curtain. The treasure seal script dismantles the palace yellow, and the stick incense is used.

The willow shoots are green

The Jinli is prosperous, surrounded by the palace and the former residence, and there are strange flowers with stacked calyxes. Junke and enchantress compete with each other to fly to Jinle, and they all stand in the fragrant car.

No need for curtains. Bao cup dip, red clouds and auspicious clouds. In the light of silver candles and the sound of clear singing, don’t regret the end of the world.

Willow Shaoqing

For ten years, I have been in the rivers and lakes, singing and selling wine, but I have not been able to reach Beijing. The bottom of things is elegant, the tobacco in the long pavilion, the wind and sand on the temples.

You can judge the horizon with your high vision. Outside the drizzle, there are thousands of houses on the terraces. I'm afraid that in the Ming Dynasty, I won't see it for a while, and people will fall into plum blossoms.

Spring Scenery in Dongting

Articles written in the prime of life and meritorious deeds in old age have misled people since the past. Calculating the hero's success or failure, Xuan Shang's gains and losses, it is difficult to achieve what people expected, and it is a waste of innocence. Please look at Handan's dream that day. When the cooking is done, the yellow rice slowly stretches out. Only then do we know that wealth and honor often have nothing to do with the body.

There is absolutely nothing interesting in this world, how can I get it in exchange for jade, silk and water shield. There are fishing rods, fishing boats, pen beds, tea stoves, listening to the rain, and washing the dust. After thousands of years of Qinguan in Luoshui, there are still thorns, dark bronze camels, and gods in the sky. Why update? Mu Fenghou is far away, like a unicorn.

Autumn waves are charming

Autumn comes to the corner of the border town and mourns, and the beacon fire shines on the high platform. The sad song strikes the building, relying on the high wine, this is a leisurely way.

A passionate person is like the moon in the southern mountains, especially when the clouds open at dusk. The smokey willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang are waiting for people to come.

The beauty of autumn waves

Once scattered in the palace of flowers and pistils and pearls, a single thought fell into the dust. The lead is washed away, the pearls are not protected, and the Taoist spirit is immortal.

I rode a whale drunkenly on my eastward journey, and you followed me on a soluan. Looking at the moon under the rainbow, collecting herbs on the rooftop, no matter who is the same.

The wind blows into the pine

Ten years of beautiful horses and horses by the riverside, the wine is hidden in the world of mortals. Thousands of gold are chosen to win over the sea of ??orioles and flowers, relying on madness to drive youth. The flutes, fish and dragons all come out, and the poems written are as new as the moon.

Self-pity, beautiful hair covered with gauze scarf, just like an official body. Fenglou often remembers what he said back then, asking how the false name is like being a close relative. I wanted to send Wu Jian to say goodbye, but this time I was really idle.

Feng Liuzi (a domestic concubine)

Beautiful women often have a bad life, and they first fell in love with De Yao and married Liang Hong. I remember falling asleep under the green window, chanting quietly, turning the sentences into acrostics, and the patterns becoming exquisite. Even more prosperous, Su Wan left the play ink, and the delicate jade caressed the lonely tung tree. The toad drops are cold at night, the water is slightly frozen, the phoenix paper is spring-like, and the flowers are light red.

Who could have predicted that life would be such a miserable place, and one would end up among the willows and flowers. The parrot in the empty painting hall is in a deep golden cage. Xiang Baojing Luanchai, always late at night when putting on makeup, embroidering flower patterns on teeth, prompting dancing and still lulling. The moon flute on the bridge in the heartbroken city, the frost bell in the lantern courtyard.

Reminiscing about an old friend in Taoyuan

The setting sun is silent and the firewood door is closed, and a little smoke rises from time to time. Chickens and dogs come and go outside the forest, all showing a sense of desolation.

The old man is old and has lost his glory and wealth, but he loves the mountain city and has nothing to do. Before I left, I often leaned against the painting building. When would I come back here again?

Taoyuan Recalls Old Friends

There are several twists and turns on Gaozhai Road, deep in the heavy clouds. Danbi did not leave, but Gao Dongkong left a message.

Lili Fangcao Chang Pavilion at dusk, I have no choice but to drive the car. Only the broken smoke in Zhuzhou knows how often I look back.

Reminiscing about an old friend in Taoyuan

With a snap of the fingers, life suddenly passed by, and I knew it would be broken when I fell into the pot. Go and sing drunkenly and lie down high, why sing alone and harmoniously?

In my remaining years, I will return to my true self, thousands of miles away from the rivers and lakes. Get rid of the shackles of fame and fortune, and the world will become great.

Remembering an old friend in Taoyuan

On that day in the Central Plains, Sanchuan was shaken, and Guan Fu turned around to simmer. The two rivers are filled with tears to conquer the town, and the day is full of hope for good fortune.

The autumn wind and frost are full of green temples, old but new and handsome. Thousands of miles away from the Huashan Mountains beyond the clouds, there is still no one asking.

Remembering old friends in Taoyuan

In the south of the city, there are wine-traveling and singing roads, and there are countless leaves and trees. A red condensation flower (shown on the left and right) is the place of greatest concern.

The sound of warblers urges spring to go, and it also brings wind and rain. I wonder how old the age is, the grass is fragrant and the sky is dusk.

Langtaosha

The long pavilion is dark with green trees, and there are a few left statues. Yangguan often hates it. What's more, I am a pedestrian in today's autumn scenery.

Clear tears flow into the towel, and each of them disappears. Yijiang Lihan is equally divided. Ande Qianxun crossed the iron lock and cut off Yanjin.

The black night cries

The lingering fragrance of the golden duck is still warm, and the slanting sun through the green window is bright. The fragrance of orchid paste dyes the clouds greasy, and the hairpin falls slippery and silent.

Ignore your partner on the swing and feel depressed. The embroidered screen shocked Xiaoxiang's dream, and a warbler sounded outside the flower.

Wu Ye Ciao

I lost my romance when I was an official, but I feel more innocent when I return home. There are many bamboos on the Orchid Pavilion Road, and silk towels are planted everywhere.

Snow tea is preferred when the spring is cold, and the fragrance of japonica is elegantly called silk water shield. Under the west window, there are idle people in the world.

The black night cries

The sun is turning in the south corner of the eaves, and the lychees are blowing flowers in front of the building. It's frosty night in the sound of partridges, and the stack of drums has already urged the government office.

When I dream of my hometown, I come to sleep on my pillow, but the letter from Beijing cannot reach the end of the world. When the people of the country sued Shaowen and moved to other provinces, they cooked tea in the leisure courtyard.

Crying in the dark night

The Chanjuan fan fan is in the moonlight, and the gauze scarf is misty and light. The leaves of the tall locust tree are closing in the early shade, and the rain is clear and moist.

The pen is drawn diagonally across the grass, and the hook curtain is lightly drunk and sleeping. There is no dust at all, and I can listen to the new cicadas on my pillow.

Wuye Cries

The jade characters on Dantai in our school are in the Yun Chapter of Ruidian Palace in Junshu. We met again in Jinguan City, but we still had two worries.

There is no harm in bringing wine with you everywhere, and you can enjoy plum blossoms every year.

Think carefully about the many officials in the upper world, and they are also immortals on earth.

The black night cries

Suyi lives in the secluded world, and the worldly fate wanders to the end of the world. Fortunately, I was strong and healthy when I returned home, so I was assigned to a mountain family.

Already taking advantage of the remaining cold mud and wine, I also took advantage of the light rain to move the flowers. No one comes to Chaimen all day long, and there is a path sloping along the stream.

The black night cries

The garden is full of green forests and emerald trees, and the clothes and towels are thin and the kudzu is light. The good wind blows away the light rain, and the sandy road likes to be freshly dried.

The little swallows fly by the water, and the wandering warblers sing hundreds of songs in the forest. When the sound of throwing pots stops and the playing of chess pieces stops, I take my time to read Taoist books.

Crying at night

This has always been the case in the world, what more do I want in my life. On the west bank of Jinghu Lake, there are many gulls and herons.

A pillow of apple wind makes me drunk in the afternoon, and two liters of wild rice cook in the morning. Don't be surprised by the old friend's book. The fishing couple is a new acquaintance.

Pearl Curtain

The road to the water park in the mountain village is uneven. Feeling relaxed and wandering, just like the lingering spring breeze. Skimming the ground and passing through the curtain, you know where you are going. The new frost in the mirror is empty and I feel sorry for myself. I ask when it will be, Luantai Ao Department. twilight. The book is empty and the book is empty.

Since ancient times. There are many mistakes in Confucianism. I regret that I didn't go back home long ago. Get drunk at Bai Ping Island and watch the sunset with gulls and herons. All the wild cabbage and bass were abandoned, and all they got in exchange was green shirts and dust. Take a break. I retreated to the river early in the morning, and there was a cloud of misty rain.

Pearl Curtain

A place to play in front of the lamp and under the moonlight. Meet in the midst of music and brocade. They are well-known to each other, and they can discuss their minds when they meet. The delicate light of Dai Dai and the cicada's breeze are the most touching, always peeking at her. Go back. I want to sit outside the window and into the courtyard, and tune the strings and columns.

The music score was newly renovated by Yuefu. The comic strips are red dots and green, and the inscriptions are gold threads. When the swallows enter the curtain, there is another spring twilight, and the swallows pass down the slope. I also remember Cui Hu the year before last. Suspension. I have to wait and see from now on, mainly good flowers.

Broken time

It is rare to be an official until Qianzhong Liangyi, and it is rare to be over seventy. The glory in my eyes is just a dream, and I don't know the reputation behind me. Who is Ying Ying Duan for?

If you are lucky enough to have a flag pavilion to sell wine, why not write poems on cocoon paper. Yunluo gathers herbs in the morning in the valley, and plays chess outside the window in the quiet courtyard at night. It’s crazy not to return.

Breaking Time

See through the empty world, and let go of yesterday’s dream. I can drink freely while climbing a mountain in wax clogs, and walk freely through the forest with a stick. Peace of mind and body.

The weather is cold but still strong, and the drizzle is beginning to clear. I wrote a sentence about the stream on the moss and paper, and heard the sound of smoke in the distance while singing. I wake up from drunkenness with you.

Wangmei

Shou is not a golden stone. Hatantianjiao Laoxiang, Shuichengshanyi. It's like arriving in Nanke in a dream. These days are worth throwing away. Guarding against the fire and dust, another year of spring has passed. Sighing on Ji's fine horse, all paid to Du Ling, there are high-ranking guests on the garden road.

The long rope is tied to the sun. Looking at the human world, it is all traces of the past. Even if you are self-reliant and heroic, your progress will be over, and your feathers will be left behind. Staying on high ground all day long, I don't see any news from Jiangdong. Even on the beach, there is Duanhong. Who can ask?

Qing Shang Grudges

Drinking at dusk at Jiangtou. The snow is clear but still cold. The mountain post is desolate, and people sleep alone in the dim light.

The mandarin duck machine sends a new message to the broken brocade. Sighing about the past, unable to dwell on it. The dream broke through the south tower, and the green clouds piled up on my pillow.

Chaitoufeng

Red hands, yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong wrong wrong.

Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Momomo.

Chaozhongcuo

You are not in a youthful place, but you are speechless and desolate. A wandering life experience, very cold-hearted.

At the end of the month in Jiangtou, there are new poems and old dreams, and the fragrance of loneliness and hatred. Regardless of the spring breeze, I had known Donghuang first.

Chaozhongcuo

Afraid of being too lazy to sing and dance to welcome him, and put on his makeup late to support the spring. Always looking deep into people, it was in vain and ruthless.

Concerned about the recent days, I cry red and complain secretly, and cut the green and form a deep alliance. The flowers in the apricot hall are too dark to be bright, and the silver candles in the painting hall are too bright.

Chaozhongcuo

Dongdong Nuo drums celebrate the passing years, and the flames of candles move the golden boats. The colorful swallows are hard to find in the previous dream, and the crisp flowers are empty and springy.

Wenyuan is sick, and Lan Cheng has been traveling for a long time. Looking back is sad. The bright moon plays the flute on the Meishan Mountain, and the wind is gentle and the sky is full of orioles in the Yu Temple.

The Bodhisattva Man

The sky over the river is as clear as blue clouds, and the apple blossoms are scattered and the silkworms are old. The waves are flat in the evening, and the moon rises from the surface of the waves.

The fisherman is so kind, I regret not coming back early. As the city of Luoyang ages, a few more hairs have been added to the temples.

Bodhisattva Man

In the small courtyard, silkworms are sleeping in spring and are about to grow old, and the new nests are full of swallow-milk flowers. To the west of Youmeng Jincheng, Begonias are as old as ever.

It was really careless back then, so I gave it back to Wu Zao. After writing the poem "Xi Chun", add hair on the temples in the mirror.

Telling one’s true feelings

Back then, I traveled thousands of miles to search for a feudal lord, and I used my horse to garrison Liangzhou. Where is the dream? The dust is dark and the old mink fur is dark.

Hu is still alive, his temples are beginning to fall, and his tears are empty. Who would have expected that in this life, my heart is in Tianshan and my body is in Cangzhou.

Telling one’s true feelings

Qingshan first entered Jiuchong City and made many heroic friends. Wax seals the message in the middle of the night, and rides on horseback to tell you to merge in the dark.

Times are easy to lose, ambitions are hard to achieve, and sideburns are born. Pingzhang Fengyue suppresses the country, especially fame.

Thank you for the kindness of the spring

Spring comes to the world, and colorful flags are first worn. Just right for a spring plate of thin lettuce. In general, only the Immortal family is more resistant to the sun and the moon. The snow and frost on the temples are shining, and the beauty is still there.

When Wen Zhaoding came, Yanying urged him to respond. Watch and worship at Fengge Luantai. The cut of the clothes is stable, which is aptly called the new belt of ball pattern. At this time, it was all over, and the debt of fame and fame was high.

Thanks to the Spring

The small pavilion leans against the autumn sky and faces the river. The lonely clouds in the desert have not yet turned into rain. Several new wild geese sound, looking back to where Du Ling is. A great ambition is empty for thousands of miles, no one can promise it.

Huang combined with Zishu to build an altar and open a mansion. Don't be afraid that you owe your fame to others. Now that I have a good plan, I can only return to my hometown. At the foot of Shifan Mountain, there are three acres of water.

Extremely lovesick

The rain is light and the smoke is light at the head of the river, and the food is cold and the flowers are falling in the sky. Turning red and falling into the plain, the remaining clouds and dark brocade, a period of sadness.

I am so melancholy that Dongjun is so disgusted that he doesn’t care about him and ignores him in front of him. It's worth looking at even more. The sky is filled with catkins and elm money.

Unraveling the Lianlian

The makeup is thin with tears. Standing against the east wind, Liu Mianchi Pavilion. The writing is full of fine characters, and the writing is full of fragrant notes. I hate Chai Yan, Zheng Hong, and it is always difficult to rely on it. The wind and rain are ruthless, upside down, green moss and red calyx. The fragrant mash breaks the boredom, how can we stop the late night, and the wine is bleak.

Liu Lang has forgotten his old promise. Naizhongmen Jingyuan, the scene is just like yesterday. Just do it without paying attention, and you won't think about that time when the rain started to fall. Jing Zhao's eyebrows are crippled, how can he bear to comb them for new people? Spend this life working hard for Yi, and let others make mistakes.

Close-up shot of lotus flowers across Pupu River

Flying flowers are like swallows, reaching straight into the curtain. The fragrant clouds cover the tent and the parrots in the golden cage startle. Ninghen washes himself lazily. Next to the dressing table, slender fingers are dipped in powder. Baochai pendant.

I just woke up and felt sleepy, tired of the taste of alcohol. The willows on the wall are dark, and a year of spring has passed. I am afraid of leaning alone when I draw a tall building. Thousands of miles. Where is the smoke and water in the lonely boat?

Close-up shot of Pu Lian

Riding a whale on the cloud road, reverse view, the wind blowing on my drunk face to wake me up. Laughing at the floating hills, they are no longer in the dusty realm. Zhen Zeqiu thousands hectares. The smoke disperses, and golden mirrors fly on the water. Dew is cold.

Concubine Xiang wakes up from her sleep, her hairpin falling down and looking restless. Linjiang Dancing Place is full of chaotic and clear shadows. The river slants horizontally and leaks forever at night. People are quiet. Playing the flute and crossing Gouling together.

Han Gong Chun

Wandering around the world. He likes to hear about Ape Chu Gorge and learns swordsmanship from Qinchuan. The empty boat is loose and unconnected, thousands of miles across the river and sky. With a red face and green temples, he is like a worldly immortal who has nothing to do. Why not, in the sea of ??orioles and flowers, sing and sing to see the passing years go by.

Don’t smile and let your eyes wander wildly, and look at the many beautiful women in the courtyard. There was a night banquet at Yan Palace and Begonia, and the flowers covered the golden boat. Like candles painted on the rafters, hundreds of torches blowing smoke during the wine banquet. With this message, the old couple in Beijing will not change their scarves for Diao Chan.

Spring in the Han Dynasty

Feathered arrows are difficult to bow, recalling the ancient fortress of the eagle, cutting off the tiger and leveling the river. I return home in the evening after playing the bamboo flute, and the snow in the wild tent is pressed against the green felt. Drenched in ink, looking at dragons and snakes, flying and falling wild papers. People mistakenly promise, the poetry will be sketched, and the talent will be transcendent for a while.

Why did you come to the south again to see the Double Ninth Festival Medicine Market and the Lantern Festival Lantern Mountain? When flowers are spent, thousands of people enjoy themselves, and their hats and whips are hung down. Listening to the song makes me feel old and fashionable, and I shed tears as I respect you. Remember, the title of Marquis is still there, and the fame is not up to God.

The river is full of red

The dangerous red railings, the viewing point, the autumn colors of the river. People are just like each other, Zhenghongsheyan, and they say goodbye several times. The lingering feelings of Japanese are unforgettable, and the desolation of being a stranger in another country is unforgettable. I asked how much silk there is on the temples. It’s really worthy of weaving.

Yangliu Courtyard, swing street. Infinite things are wasted. Nowadays, the dream soul is hard to find anywhere. The golden duck is slightly warm and fragrant, and the brocade leaves are desolate at first. Materials should also be used, red tears accompany the autumn rain, dripping in front of the lamp.

Manjianghong

Sparse pistil has a delicate fragrance, which can't be tolerated, and it will never be sad in the late cold. That is, on the Badong River, there are thousands of Chu mountains. Tongmao was looking for the way to the west, and Geng whip said to Nanzhi with a smile. I'm afraid that I will make you go back to Luangpo, where you will be alone in the wind and moon.

In the clear mirror, sadness blooms. Outside the mountain post, beside the stream bridge. Looking back sadly, the Phoenix City Palace. Who understands the haggardness now? The drifting has no color. Asking the chef when to call the guests is a shame.

Fisherman

Shifan Mountain is rainy and misty, with three fragrant green bamboo leaves. The apple leaves are green and the polygonum flowers are red. Looking back on fame is like a dream.

Fisherman

The clear mountains are dripping with green water, and the blue water is moving, and fishing boats gather and disperse two and three times. Hengdai is in the north and Broken Bridge is in the south. The canopy of the boat is raised sideways to serve as a sail.

The Fisherman

Jinghu Lake overlooks the two blue skies, and there are thousands of glass boats with one leaf. Dance with a stick, sleep on a coir, instead of being a fairy, be a narcissus.

Fisherman

In the misty rain in Xiang Lake, water shield silk grows, and the fresh wild rice cooks on the spoon. After the clouds dispersed and the moon slanted, the tide ebbed and the boat was so drunk that I didn't know it.

The Fisherman

In Chang'an, he paid homage to several ministers, but the Fisherman fell asleep and was still drunk. The smoke boat is small, the fishing boat is fishy, ??and the Meishan Mountain is a little green in the distance.

Yu Jia Ao

Looking to the east, where is Shanyin? Thirteen thousand miles back and forth. The letters written home are full of paper. Shedding tears, the book will be returned next year.

A message to the red bridge under the water, when will the boat find its brothers? It’s so old to travel all over the world. Worried and sleepless, there are a few wisps of tea smoke on the temples.

Qi Tianle

The bell is broken in the corner and the pedestrians are walking on Guanshan Road in the evening. The moon gathers dust and whips silk hat shadows, often taking away the fleeting years. Hidden crows and willows are dark. I sigh at the lightness of the orioles, and I am tired of writing and sword. The past is related to love, quietly stirring up strong thoughts.

Who is alone and forcibly sent? There is a lot of wine in the market. How can I be sad when the wine is too thin? Relying on Seyan's poems and finely tuned pencils, the writing is tender and fragrant. I hate myself on the journey. The smoke is thickening and the rain is sparse. It's the best time to sleep, with a cold pillow and a half-closed door.

Qi Tianle

The guests are here to relax and find Longxiu of Xiaotai. The roads are covered with spring mud, the mountains are blooming with green mist, and the fun remains the same year after year. Heavenly craftsmanship. Put light green Xuanya, light yellow willow. He smiled and asked Dongjun if he could dye his hair on his hair.

Xizhou urges you to go near. The brim of the hat is soft in the wind, let's watch the market selling wine. The Ba song is reverberating, and the pipe is desolate. Why not play it frequently with guests? Zhengchen's dark sleeves. The plum blossoms are forbidden, and the companions are sparse and thin. After returning eastward for a few days, the painting boat lay flat.

Dielianhua

Jingu Road, Orchid Pavilion, Yumiao. A night of clear frost dyed all the trees by the lake. The parrot's cup is so deep that you don't complain. He knows where he is when you meet him.

The passing years cannot be retained. The beauty in the mirror will eventually fade away.

Ding Ningjun remembers that gods must be made by idle people.

Die Lianhua

The sound of flute on the road is close to the cold food. When the rain passes through the garden, the flowers are fragrant and fragrant. Thousands of miles away, the setting sun seems to be dimming, and I can see the letter from the south tower by looking high.

The journey to the ends of the earth is complete. In the past thirty years, there has been no trace of regret. If there is love in the sky, I will finally ask, and I will endure the frost on my temples.

Die Lianhua

Tung leaves float in the morning and crickets whisper at night. Traveling thinking about the autumn light, darkening the road to Chang'an. Suddenly I remember the place where the horses and horses were fighting, and the pass and the clear Wei should be as before.

The boat on the river and sea is now ready. A book of war, sighing and having no one to pay for it. I had long since believed that I would never meet him in this life, and I regretted it all the year round.

Die Lianhua

The water is full of water and the roots are rolled in the wind. A beautiful smile, a delicate frown, and the patience to remember the flattery. Only dream souls can meet again, but it is a pity that dreams cannot be made by people.

Where does the dream come from? Wearing short hats and light shirts, walking on Meizhou Road every night. I am not afraid of the silver vat deep in the embroidered house, I am only worried that the wind will break the blue cloth.

Drunk and desolate

Drunkards in the rivers and lakes throw cups and dance with black ribbons. In the middle of the night, the cold green leaves wet my clothes. The curling Ling song urges half of the moon to fall.

I stopped looking for empty flowers in my dream yesterday, and all traces of Yuntai and Linge are gone. Leisure is rare in Yuan Lai. Fame in history, but God has no intention of cherishing it.

Remembering Qin E

The jade flower Cong, the sound of golden bridles in the evening street. The sound was brilliant, I was idly wearing my black hat, and then passed the east of the city.

The streets of Fuchun Lane are full of flowers, and a lot of money is spent on wine to repay the spring breeze. Rewarding the spring breeze, surrounded by music and singing, among the brocades.

Linjiang Fairy

The rain of doves hastened the growth of new green, and the mud of swallows has collected all the remaining red. Spring is still with beauty. On the empty heart, we are separated, but the parting is hasty.

It is easy to write true feelings, but it is difficult to express resentment. The water flows and the clouds disperse to the west and east. The moon in the half-corridor garden, the wind on the willow bridge.

Xie Chichun

He joined the army in his prime and once swallowed up the remaining prisoners in anger. The clouds are high and the wolf beacon is raised at night. With a red face and green temples, he supports the carvings and garrison in the west. Laughing at the Confucian crown will lead to many mistakes.

The dream of fame and fame is over, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu. A sad song and a sad tribute to the past. The mist is endless, where can I see Qinguan? Sigh that the passing years have become wasted.

Xie Chichun

By the lakeside of Hejian, he was first released to return home. Small garden, always drunk. I wake up from my spring sleep and listen to the singing of orioles to remind me of dawn. Sighing on fame is ridiculous.

On the green paths of Zhuqiao, Beijing dust is not allowed to fly. Hang up your court clothes and return east too early. The wind and rain lasted all night, and the leaves were as red as a sweep. I hate the bottle in front of the bottle, and send spring to the old man.

Xie Chichun

The decline of a man in his seventies does not diminish his heroic spirit. Like Tianshan, desolate and sick. Bronze camel and thorns shed tears in the wind. Very sentimental and playful with others.

How lucky it is now to make a plan to return to the old river. The cranes are flying, the clear mist is warm and green. A jade pot of spring wine invites all the immortals to get drunk together. The sky is cold in the cave, and the peach blossoms have not yet bloomed.

Dian Jiangchun

Returning from collecting herbs, looking for new brews in Maodiangu alone. Thousands of mountains are covered with mist at dusk, and fishermen can be heard singing everywhere.

If you get drunk in a small boat, you are not afraid of the waves in the sky. On the rivers and lakes, hide and relax, just like an idle person.

The embroidery needle stopped

Sighing for half a century, spanning thousands of miles between Qin and Wu, I suddenly felt that it was declining. Looking back at the journey, the handsome men are swimming together, and the golden horses in the Yutang are close at hand. Angry Songhua. He has a strong strategy and is a domineering king. I dreamed of passing through Liangyuan in Luopu, and felt tears streaming down my face.

The mountains and forests are destined to go. But I am afraid of saying what I said when I was a teenager. Burning incense in the quiet courtyard and leaning against the plain screen are all false in the past and present. Get married while the time is right. Fortunately, I have a hut by the lake. Yan Gui responded with a smile, and the guest returned to the club again.

Double-headed lotus

The stars on the temples are shocking, and the ambition has become empty, and this body is like a ship. Depression disease. To the dark. Eliminate the pride of the past. The dream breaks through the mountains and rivers of my homeland, separated by layers of mist and water. Thousands of miles away. The old society has withered, and who will remember the handsome travels of Qingmen?

As the road is prosperous, I sigh that the officials are idle all day long, and the firewood and bushes add to their sleep. Clear sorrow and drunkenness. Think of this moment. Who cares about it? Even if there are Chu and Wu Qiang, I will know when they will pass away to the east. Looking sadly in the sky, the wild rice is beautiful and the wild rice is fragrant, and the autumn wind is rising again.

Double-headed lotus

The wind blows and collects the dust. At the sighing place, the green Cong is shaking the golden bridle. Guest lapels store tears. Thousands of points are like blood, who can hold them and send them. Standing still thinking about the beauty and seclusion, overwhelming the beauties from the south of the Yangtze River. Spring is beautiful. How can I endure the long pavilion and break up in a hurry?

My eyes are clear and the sun is flat. Looking at the thick smoke and the distant trees, they are as dim as a shepherd's purse. In dreams of joy and sorrow. Nai tired guest, and the river is thousands of miles away.