Ge xing's masterpiece

The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation shakes and exposes frost.

Yan Zhiqun's resignation goes to Yan Nanxiang, thinking of a gentleman and being a guest.

I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time?

I am alone in my room, afraid of forgetting my worries, and I don't feel tears on my clothes.

Short songs cannot be long.

The bright moon shines on my bed, and it's still early for the stars to flow west.

Penny and Weaver looked at each other from a distance. Why should I restrict the river beam? Author: Lu

Chang' an street is even more narrow and oblique, with green cows and white horses. The jade chariot crosses the main place, and the golden whip flows to Hou's house.

The dragon bears the morning sun, and the phoenix spits the morning glow. A hundred feet of hair is spinning around the tree, and a group of beautiful birds are singing flowers.

There are thousands of colors on the side of butterflies and thousands of colors on the silver platform of green trees. Passing through the window is acacia, and the double que is even hung with phoenix wings.

Liang Jia's painting pavilion ascended to heaven, and the golden stem of Han Emperor was straight outside the cloud. I don't know each other in front of the building.

Sorry, I played the flute to Yanzi. I once studied dance for a long time. If it works, why not die? I would rather be a mandarin duck than a fairy.

The eyes of a pair of mandarin ducks are really enviable, but I can't see you if you go twice. I hate to embroider lonely bears on my forehead, so that I can get double colors from the curtains.

Shuang Yan flies around the painted beam, and Luo is a tulip. Clouds, cicadas and temples, the first month is yellow.

The crow is yellow and white, and the posture is different. Demon boy BMW iron even money, prostitute panlong golden knee.

In Master Yu's room, the night cries, and the birds in front of Tingwei are dying. Zhucheng has a faint jade road, but there is no golden embankment in the distance.

Flying eagle with bullets in northern Ling Du, exploring pills to borrow guests from Weiqiao West. Have invited the knight-errant lotus sword, * * * live in prostitutes' home.

Prostitutes wear purple clothes at dusk and their songs are full of breath. People in the North Temple are like a moon every night, while people in the South Temple ride like clouds.

Nanmo Beitang is connected with Beili, and five plays and three essays control three cities. Weak willows hang down to the ground, and good spirits rise in the dark sky.

In the Han Dynasty, Wu Jinqian took a jade carving of the Tu Su Nautilus Cup. Luo Yan's treasure belt is for you, and Zhao Dance is for you.

Don't expect anything, don't give in the next day. The spirit comes from irrigation and drainage, and dictatorship cannot be judged by Xiaoxiang.

Autocracy is heroic, and young people sit in the spring breeze. For thousands of years, he has been singing and dancing, boasting of arrogance and extravagance.

Festival scenery does not treat each other, mulberry fields need to change rapidly. In the past, Bai Yutang was in a golden stage, that is to say, only Song Qing is here now.

Lonely and lonely, Yangziju, a book a year. The unique Nanshan osmanthus hair flies around attacking people. Author: Li Bai

Have you ever noticed how the water of the Yellow River flows out of heaven and into the ocean, never to return?

Have you noticed that the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is silky black in the morning, has turned into snow at night.

Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .

Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.

Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! .

Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng, bring the wine in! Let your cup never stop! .

Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! .

What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .

Ancient sober people and sages were forgotten, and only great drinkers can be immortalized.

Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners

Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! .

Keywords Wuhuama, Qianjinqiu, give it to the young man for good wine,

With you, you will always worry. Author: Du Fu

On October 19, the second year of Dali, Qui-fu drove to the twelve maiden's house to watch the sword dance, which was magnificent. Asked his teacher, he said, "I am also a disciple of Gong Sundaniang." Five years after Kaiyuan, I was still a child. I recorded in Yancheng that Gongsun's sword dancing equipment was vigorous and clear, and his thoughts were frustrated. My wife Yichun and Liyuan are dedicated outside, and Xiao is a dancer. At the beginning of Vincent SHEN WOO, Sun was just a person. Jade is beautiful and white; Today I am a disciple and a bandit. Since we can distinguish its origin, we can know the wave. Generous, talk as a sword. Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive script and calligraphy. He often saw Gong Sundaniang dancing Xihe Sword in Yexian County. Since then, cursive calligraphy has improved and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows.

A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.

The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

So, beautiful as a group of emperors.

She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.

But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.

This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.

When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.

There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.

Fifty years have passed, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.

The performers in the pear garden floated like fog, replaced by women's music, reflecting the cold days.

The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the hay rattling on the cliff of Qutang.

The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.

And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain. Author: Wang Wei

There is a girl from Luoyang in the door across the street. She looks fifteen, maybe a little older.

Her master rode on his fast horse, wearing a jade-bit reins, and her maid brought her cod on a gold plate.

Her painting pavilion faces the red tower, and the cornices are pink and green peach blossoms and willows.

Luo Wei sent seven fragrant cars, and rare fans shaded her and made her home with nine curtains.

Her master, status and wealth and the seeds of life are more generous than the richest people in ancient times.

He likes this girl from humble origins, teaches her to dance and gives his coral tree to almost anyone.

When his nine soft lights went out, the wind of dawn began to blow, nine small flying flowers.

Between dances, she had little time to sing and sat dressed like incense.

All the people she knows in the town are rich and extravagant. She visits the owner of the happiest building day and night.

Who will notice this girl from Yue, with a white face, humble and poor, washing silk by the river alone? . Author: Cen Can

The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.

Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.

Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.

The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.

The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.

In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.

In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.

Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.

I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. Author: Li Qi

During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside.

The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances.

The clouds in the wilderness are not near the city wall at all, and the rain and snow cover the boundless desert.

The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears.

It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around.

The bones of death are buried in the wilderness every year, and only grapes from the western regions are sent to the Han people. Author: Bai Juyi

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it.

Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day.

If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin.

Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head.

But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night.

There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly.

Sisters and brothers are in this country because she illuminates and glorifies her family.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire.

... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Singing and dancing slowly, the emperor's eyes can't stare at her enough.

Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses.

The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths.

The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up, a green and white Hosta and a golden hairy bird.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears.

Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun.

But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He stared at the desolate moon from his temporary palace, and he heard the rain at dusk, cutting his chest.

Heaven and earth in last contact, the dragon car comes home, and the emperor never leaves.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? .

Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow.

But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground.

The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. .

Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear.

And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream.

There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her.

He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places.

Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth.

And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

So he went to the golden gate of the West Hall, knocked on the Jasper Gate, and asked a girl named Small jade to tell Shuang Perfect.

This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen.

Because she left in such a hurry, her muddy hair ornaments hung aside, and when she came along the platform, her flowered hat was loose.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat.

Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her.

Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust.

He expressed his love for the old man and sent him back a shell box and gold hairpin through his special envoy.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken.

"Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath.

On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..

The earth endures, and the sky endures; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever. Author: Bai Juyi

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto. Ask him, Ben Chang 'an advocates women. I studied pipa under Mu and Cao, and when I was old and faded, I committed myself to be Jia's wife. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs. When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future. Because of long sentences and songs, every 616 words are called pipa xing.

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.

I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.

We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.

We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.

... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.

She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao".

Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.

Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.

The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.

Pay attention to your stroke, all four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.

She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.

She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.

How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.

Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.

Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.

She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.

Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? !

A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year.

My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing.

I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears.

Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you.

... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces.

But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet. Author: Yuan Zhen

Lianchang Palace is full of palace bamboos, and no one has been there for a long time.

There are also Chiba peaches on the wall. When the wind blows, the flowers turn red.

The old man beside the palace wept for Yu, and he ate it the next year.

The emperor is looking at the fairy building, which is too real to hold water.

Upstairs and in front of the building, pearls are all green, dazzling and sparkling.

Come back like a dream, why not prepare to enter the palace?

160 after the first cold food, the store was smokeless and green.

String songs are high at midnight, and there is an old pipa in the house.

Lux paged for a slave, and the slave secretly went with Zhu.

After a while, I found it and even urged it, especially in the street.

Spring is full of eyes, red gauze sleeps, sweeping clouds and spinning.

Fly for nine days to sing, and twenty-five lang will play the pipe one by one.

Traveling all over Liangzhou, colorful Qiuci records constantly.

Li Mo played the flute near the palace wall and stole some new songs.

Pingming's palace was released and thousands of people were singing and dancing on the road.

The team fought to avoid ambiguity, and Yang's aunts fought against the wind.

In October next year, the east will be broken and the imperial road will still exist.

I dare not hide when I am in a hurry, and a thousand tears are silent.

Six or seven years after the establishment of the two capitals, they found their home and went to the palace.

The manor burned out and there were dry wells, and the palace doors were closed.

Later, it was said that the Six Emperors did not leave the palace gate for a long time.

When I was a child, I said Chang 'an, and Xuanwu Building became a calyx waste.

Last year, even the door was temporarily opened because of bamboo.

Jing Zhen combs the pond, and the fox and rabbit are proud of the tree.

The base of the dance pavilion is still there, and the gentle and graceful yarn of the window is still green.

Dust buries the old buds on the powder wall, and the black kite breaks the jade.

The emperor prefers to cover his face with flowers, but he still leans on the couch.

The case that the snake comes out of the bird's nest and the fungus produces fragrance is just right.

The sleeping hall is connected to the right building, so it's really good to freshen up upstairs.

In the morning, the curtain is not dark, and the coral hook has been hung here.

It refers to a person who seems to be crying, but tears continue to flow out of the palace door.

Since then, the door has been closed and foxes come home every night.

I am very sad to hear that. Whoever is peaceful will be in chaos.

What's the difference between Weng Yan and his wild father? What you hear and see is what you say.

Yao Chong Song Jing, as a "xianggong", remonstrated with the emperor.

Explain the abundance of yin and yang, and reconcile the Chinese and foreign soldiers.

Sir, you are fair and well-guarded, and all the choices are made by Xianggong.

At the end of Kaiyuan, Yao and Song died one after another, and the court gradually changed from concubines.

There are children in Lushan Palace, and there is a lot of noise in front of the State of Guo.

The Prime Minister is anonymous and vaguely remembers Yang and Li.

For fifty years, Mo Miao has been subverting the world.

Today, the emperor is sacred, the prime minister is clear, and the imperial edict is sent to Wu Shuping.

The loyalist also took the Huaixi thief, and this thief was also in addition to the world.

Don't send your children to farm this year.

The old man was deeply grateful for this and tried to stop fighting in the temple. Author: Gao Qi

Great rivers come from Qian Shan, where mountains flow with the east.

Zhongshan is like a dragon in the west, breaking the waves and riding the long wind.

Jiang Shan Xiang Xiong won't back down, and the shape is stronger than the world.

Qin Huang is empty of gold, and his spirit is lush.

I'm depressed. Why should I open it? I'm drunk. I'm in the south of the city.

Sit and feel the vastness of the past and watch the sunset from a distance.

At the foot of the stone city, who dares to cross a thousand troops?

How can the yellow flag enter Romania? The iron lock across the river is not solid.

There were three kingdoms before, six dynasties after, and grass grew in the palace!

The protagonist used the current situation to alienate himself, and several wars were bloody and cold.

Your majesty rises from the south when he is lucky, and is relieved when he is in trouble.

From then on, the four seas are home, not limited to the Yangtze River. Author: Chen Zilong

Wild goose south ancient road, flowing water soup sand soup Hao Hao.

I'll send you all the way west to Qin, where the wind is rustling and white grass bursts.

The roadside was full of horses and chariots, and "Pony" was lost in singing.

You can't drink with a jade spoon in your hand, and the feathers fly away to clear the frost.

Bai Hong according to the skylight, seven feet screen sleeve will be unique.

In the picture, Du Kang didn't kill anyone, but there was blood over Xianyang Temple.

It's a pity that the Liuhe family has a beautiful bell and drum.

The green dust is dying out, and it will meet the waves in the future. Author: Wu

Dinghu abandoned the world that day, defeated the enemy and took Yumen Pass under Beijing.

Mourn all six armies and rush to the crown-anger is beauty.

Beauty is not my love, but the thief died of famine.

Electric anti-pornography towels will gather in Montenegro, and crying will meet relatives.

When we first met, we passed Tian Dou's house and danced with Hou Sang Men like flowers.

Xu Jiang will prostitute in seven miles, waiting for the general oil wall car.

Among the flowers in Suzhou, Luo Qi's fine print is round.

Sleepwalking to Fu Tea Garden, Gong E hugged the king.

I used to be a lotus picker, and there was a pond in front of the door.

When the oars in the horizontal pond fly away, there is no strong home to carry them home.

At this time, I am not unlucky. At this time, only tears touched the clothes.

Xun Tian's spirit is even more haggard, and his eyes are white and his teeth are not cherished.

Take back Yongxiang, close the family and teach a new voice to sit on the guest.

A sad string tells who is flying red and sunset red?

Hou is the youngest. He has reviewed flowers many times.

Take the charming bird out of its cage early, and when can it stay in the Milky Way?

I hate killing military books and urging them to die. If I continue to work hard, I will make mistakes.

It was a brief encounter, but once an ant thief flooded Chang 'an.

The poor woman's head is a willow, and she thinks it's powder on the horizon.

Green beads on all sides, strong call crimson trees out of the carved aperture.

What will you win if not all the strong ones win?

The moth's eyebrows immediately came in, and the clouds were not full of shock.

The wax torch ushered in the battlefield, and the makeup was covered with red marks.

Specially recruited Xiao Gu to ride thousands of times on Qinchuan and Jinniu Road.

Xieguyun rises from the painting building, and turns on the cosmetic mirror after sunset.

It is reported that Sapium sebiferum has a frost of 10 degree.

The teacher who taught Qu Ji is still in pity, and the girl who plays Huansha remembers her peers.

The lair * * * is a mud swallow, which flies on the branches and turns into a phoenix.

Dragons mourn for their elders, and some husbands are good at being ministers.

At that time, I was just tired of fame.

A bead is full of sorrow, and the mountain is slim.

Hating the wind and falling flowers, endless spring scenery comes to heaven and earth.

Taste the country and the city, and make Zhou Lang famous.

The wife should be a big deal, but the hero is helpless and affectionate.

The bones of the whole family turned to ashes, and the red makeup shone in history.

If you haven't seen it, the pavilion baby starts to stay in Yuanyang, and Yue Nv is not enough to spend.

The incense trail dust makes a black crow, and the people in the gallery go to the moss and green.

Wan Li moved to the palace in sorrow, and Gu Liangzhou danced beads and sang songs.

Don't sing martial arts songs for you, Hanshui flows southeast day and night! Author: Chen Zhisui

I heard that my eyes are high and my eyes are low, and I also recalled the time when I watched the tide on an isolated island.

The island is more youthful and healthy, and beautiful clothes and costumes set each other off.

Join hands in climbing head and toe forest flow.

The river rose, leveled and fell back, and the frolic lost his rudder.

The boat is at sea for waves, and its heart is like a tide.

The housekeeper is biased towards Lucheng, and the business is very clever.

Light singing and dancing, wine upstairs, face to face.

Friends and neighbors are scratching their eyes, expecting to meet them.

There is a woman as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade in South Street, envious of getting married once.

Young master in heavy makeup, the moon sets when we meet.

Instead, I saw my brother and sister lose their happiness, and the official was jailed for accepting bribes.

From then on, the door is empty, and South Street is rude.

Lingfeng's face breaks my thoughts, and the clouds move west.

If you stop spending time with others, you can't rely on it.

The river flows from west to east, and people are like flowers.

He didn't want to watch the tide that day, so he revisited his old haunt at the age of 20.