12 The first primary school must recite Song poetry.

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know about palaces in the sky. What year is tonight? I want to ride home in the wind, but I'm afraid it's too cold. Dancing and watching shadows is like being on the earth.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. There should be no hate. Why leave? 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 live a long life.

Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and 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.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Looking after each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears are expected to break the heart every year: moonlit night, short matsuoka.

Su Shi's Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia.

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.

Su Shi's Ding Feng Bo

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Walking sticks and sandals are lighter than horses. Who's scared? 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 place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Su Shi's Jiangchengzi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. 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. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. 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.

Su Shi's Butterfly Love Flowers

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.

Swing inside and outside the wall. The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.

The Mermaid by Li Yu

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past. The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.

The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it. How much sadness can you have? It's just a river flowing eastward.

Li Yu's Meet You Huan

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.

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard, lock clear autumn. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. It's not the general taste, it's in my heart.

A Piece of Plum by Li Qingzhao

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 goose returns, and the moon is 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.

Li Qingzhao's slow whisper

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. It's 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 a person be dark? Indus is raining in Mao Mao, dripping at dusk. This time, what a sad sentence.

Wuling Spring by Li Qingzhao

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 it is also planned to make canoes. I'm afraid Shuangxi's boat can't move, and I have a lot of worries.

Li Qingzhao's "Drunken Flowers"

Fog filled the clouds, and the days were spent in sorrow. Kapoor was among the birds in the incense burner. The festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Dongli drinks until dusk, and faint chrysanthemum fragrance overflows his sleeves. Don't say clear autumn is not a person, the west wind rolls the flag and beads curtain, and the person in the curtain is thinner than that Huang Ju.

Song Qingzhao's Dream.

I often think of the sunset in Xiting, but I don't know my way home. I long to return to the boat at night and wander in the depths of the lotus. How to row a boat out, accidentally, but scared a group of Oulu.

Song Qingzhao's Dream.

Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. I asked the shutter man, but he said, "Haitang is still there." Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green, fat, red and thin.

Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"

Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. 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 shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. 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.

Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"

A new song and a glass of wine, the weather was old 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.

Yan's Lin Jiang Xian Zi

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. Her two focuses were Luo Yi and Pipa Xian's thoughts of lovesickness. At that time, the bright moon was there, and it had returned according to the colorful clouds.

Huanxisha in Qin Guan

With a chill, alone in the small building, the morning is cool and dreary, as if it were late autumn. Looking back at the screen, the light smoke, the flowing water, the mood is faint. Outside the window, the flowers are dancing freely, just like in a dream, the rain is falling and drifting aimlessly, like melancholy. Look again, the curtain of jewelry hangs on the silver hook at will.

Qin Guan's Walking on the Beach

The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found. The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun. Plum blossoms are sent by mail, and fish live long. This hatred has no weight. Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he go to Xiaoxiang for?

(Song Dynasty) Qin Guan's Queqiao Fairy

Thin clouds are clever, flying stars spread grievances, and yinhan sneaked into Chen Cang. On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Tender as water, like a dream, you can go home from the bridge! As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Song Qi's Magnolia (Northern Song Dynasty)

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.

Long hate less pleasure, willing to love your daughter and laugh? Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night.

Xin Qiji's Jade Case Yuan Xi

Thousands of trees are blooming and stars are everywhere in the east night. BMW carved cars are full of incense. Bagpipes move, jade pots turn and fish dragons dance all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for him in the crowd; Looking back suddenly, the man was in the dim light.

Xin Qiji's "Bodhisattva Man, Writing a Wall in Jiangxi"

How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai? Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains. Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east. In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.

Xin Qiji's "Night on the Xijiang River in Huangsha Road"

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches. The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

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 was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

(Song) Xin Qiji's "Ugly Slave" is the middle wall of Boshan Road

Teenagers don't know the taste of sorrow, fall in love with the floor, fall in love with the floor, and talk about sorrow for giving new words. Now I know the taste of sadness, and I want to talk about it, but I want to talk about it, but it is a cool autumn.

Ouyang Xiu's Cha Sheng Zi Yuan Xi

Last year's Lantern Festival, the flower market was full of lights, with willow tips on the moon and people around 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. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.

Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian

How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm. It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

Lu You's Hairpin Phoenix

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow. Dong Feng Xie, who is in a bad mood, has been very depressed in recent years. No, no, no!

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad. Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to hold books. Mo, Mo, Mo!

Land travel is eye-catching

On the evening of July 16, climb the Happy Pavilion and see Nanshan in Chang 'an.

Autumn came to the border town, the sound of the horn sounded, and the peaceful bonfire lit the bonfire. Sad songs hit the floor and lean on high wine. This is leisure! Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win.

Zhou Bangyan's "Huanxisha"

On a sunny day, the sky is blue upstairs, and the grass in front of the building meets the world. You are advised not to climb the highest ladder. Hsinchu has become a bamboo in the hall, and the fallen flowers are full of bird's nest mud. Endure to listen to the cuckoo crow in the forest.

Fan Zhongyan's Su curtain

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.

Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"

The fallen leaves are fragrant. Rolling up the brocade curtain of pearl string, the magnificent castle is empty, only the sky is faint, and the milky head is sprinkled on the earth. Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away. Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine. I got drunk for no reason. Tears come before wine. I know what it's like to sleep alone. This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.

Liu Yong's Dead Hua Lian

Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke, no one can rely on the meaning of silence.

I plan to get drunk on the map of madness and sing songs for wine, which is strong and tasteless. I don't regret that my belt is getting wider and wider, which makes people haggard for Iraq.

(Song) Liu Yong's "Yu Lin Ling"

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. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? There is a breeze and a waning moon on the bank of Yangliu. 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?

Wang Anshi's Nanxiangzi

Since ancient times, the empire has flourished. This is a dream for 400 years. It's sad. Kim's clothes are ancient dust.

Swim around the water. Go to the top floor and go upstairs. Mo Wen, look back. Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.

Ouyang Xiu's Sauvignon Blanc

Flowers are like Iraq, and Liu is like Iraq. Flowers and willows leave young people. Bow your head and cry. The Yangtze River flows eastward and grows in Jiangxi. Yuanyang flies on both sides of the strait. When shall we meet?

Wang Anguo Qingping Music Spring Festival Evening

How can spring not be left blank, so that orioles can keep singing. The flowers on the ground died again, and the color of the ghosting was originally dyed by his wind and rain in Nanyuan last night. Miss Lian Xiao had just finished playing the pipa, and at dawn, her thoughts lingered in the sky. Refuse to draw a picture of Zhu Hu, and the spring breeze will bloom freely.

Eight bottles of Sauvignon Blanc

Bianshui, Surabaya, flows to Guazhou ancient ferry, Wu Shan is a little sad. I've thought about it for a long time, and I hate it for a long time. I hate that I can't go back to the time before rest. The bright moon is in the sky and people are leaning against the building. -Don Bai Juyi

Wu, the moon is green, and the green hills on both sides of the strait are opposite, fighting for patience and leaving feelings. You are full of tears, I am full of tears, my heart is not tied, and the river is flat. -Song Linbu

The mountain is ruthless, the water is ruthless, Liu Fei is sunny in spring, and the gown is short. I plan to travel, travel again, and sing a "Journey to the South of the Yangtze River", and the mountains in the south of the Yangtze River are getting greener. -Song Zhangji

The smoke is falling, the rain is falling, and the snow is piling up on the plum branches. Where does spring come from? My eyes are drunk, my eyes are asleep, and my shadow is horizontal, urging me to teach. Wu Song Ji Shu

Rain is like silk, willow is like silk, weaving a strange spring, and the shuttle flies back and forth. Wine is like a pool, drunk as mud, and I don't know if it is sunny or rainy when I wake up. -Song Anonymous

Swallows in pairs, butterflies in pairs, flying around the willow, ask Iraq why it is busy? The green screen window, the incense of the stove, the dream in the afternoon is full of books, and the sound of chess is long in spring. -Song Anonymous

Fold cuttlefish, hate cuttlefish, ren bloom, and leave when you leave. Afraid of lovesickness, I have missed it, and it's my turn to miss it, revealing a trace of brow. -Ming Yuxi

Say acacia, ask acacia, the maple leaf Wujiang wild goose is late, and it is cold at 29 o'clock. Who knows what to complain about, who knows what to dream about, but there are plum blossoms to send branches, and snow comes and jade flies. -Qing Wu Xilin.