"Complete Song Ci" Ge Changgeng (9)

Willow shoots are green (begonia)

It has been a cold night, and thousands of reds are blooming at dawn, and spring is unknown. If you look carefully, Xizi is drunk and Yang Fei is sleeping.

All of them are made of silk hanging from Shu. The sunny day is warm and smoked into a brocade. It is said that the east wind must be cherished and not blown away.

Willow shoots are green (sending cranes to the forest)

Cranes make them fly south. The words are precious and elegant, and the friendship is warm and fragrant. Just like in Qiongtai, when I dreamed of drinking for the first time, the moon liquid clouded the slurry.

The wind blows the reed leaves. Outside the setting sun, the mountains are high and the water is long. I think of the east tower in the distance, with beautiful flowers and jade trees, and dim plum trees.

Liu Shaoqing (sending Shuai Sanshan, the minister of King Wen Shou)

Five horses are romantic, the gold tent is warm, and the medicinal jade ship is wide. He put down his purse, brought the bronze tiger, and raised the bear banner.

Tangyin has connected with three mountains. This county, that food vassal. Willow snow lingers on the flag, the east wind blocks the horse, and the elders fight to see.

A plum blossom (gift to friend Ziyun)

The sword leans against the blue sky and the flute leans against the tower. The shadows of the clouds are long. The shadow of the crane is long. Haotong went to Yingzhou hand in hand. In Jambu. The business is in Jambu.

A period of sadness with red clouds and green trees. I’ll take a break today. Rest in ancient times. The sun sets in the west and the water flows in the east. What more could you want from being rich? What's more expensive?

Poppy

The apple blossoms are scattered in the autumn pavilion at dusk. Liluo Jiangcun Road. The fishing boat returns with a swaying song. Thousands of hectares of clear breeze shattered, green glazed glass

The first moon shines brightly on the mountain and there are sparse willow trees. The plains are filled with stars. Don't say no to being drunk and singing alone. In the future, Jiangnan and Jiangbei will care about both sides.

Ruan Lang returns (the boat is sailing)

The light smoke and green locks the cold weather. The setting sun hangs on the green trees. There are three or two wild geese calling each other in the sand. The wind rustles the reeds.

Where is the flute, a solitary sound. People fishing on the shore. The fast sail anchored in Tonglu overnight. Ask someone to sell wine.

鹹江月

Thinking about the world, thousands of twists and turns, right and wrong. Follow the fate of heaven and earth, and your heart and country will never grow old. The Tao is in the heaven, and the mind wanders outside the world, and has its own treasure of immortality. The door of the cave is unlocked and no one arrives quietly.

A pole and a staff are stretched across the shoulders, and the awning shoes are tight and steep. The wind is bright and the moon is good. A hundred years of admiration are like a dream, surrounded by fame and fortune. Wild cranes are everywhere, solitary clouds are at ease, facing the fallen flowers and fragrant grass. When I come to the court, who comes to Nanyue to look for me?

Moon over the River (Ode to Plum Blossoms)

In the isolated village and the fence, there are jade pavilions and pavilions. Why are they so thin? Who can ask for a smile when I want to talk but I am still worried? I am looking at myself by the water. How sublime it is to be willing to accept desolation without seeking consciousness. The pines and bamboos are more worthy of the frost and snow.

Zhengnai is finally a cold muscle, and after a few years, the weather is clear, dusk, rainy and dawn. I pity myself for the cool and cold fragrance, and the mountain is high and the moon is small at night. The ground is covered with moss, a mournful horn is heard, and the sparse shadows return to the dim sky. There is no peace in the world, but there are many three flowers and two stamens.

酹江月

At first, I accidentally touched it, Ziwei Jun, was relegated to the Shenxiao Jade Mansion. When drunk, he rides on a dragon and plays the iron flute. When he wakes up, he doesn't know where he is. There are only a few Jiangques, the world is disturbed, and the old tears are like rain. On earth and in heaven, the mulberry fields and the vast sea are like this.

I think in front of the twelfth floor, Qi flowers are blooming all over. Luan sings and crane dances. I dreamed that it was still falling after three days, and I was worried about listening to the flutes and drums in the air. Leaning alone against the railing, smiling and holding flowers, carefully writing the word "sigui". The east wind will still come, and it will blow up to the sky for Yi.

Moon over the River (ciyun Dongpo Fufa)

Send a message to the sky, and the stone unicorn will turn into a heroic thing on earth. Drunk poet soldiers drove the pen formation, and millions of words retreated. The world is full of flowers, the mind is full of mud, and there is a little snow in the red furnace. Those who understand current affairs are the only heroes today.

I was born with great aura, but when I met a close friend, I became arrogant again. Wealth and honor to me are like floating clouds, and I watch the clouds come and go. We talk about friendship when talking about sheep and stones, but we say goodbye to each other in Ehu. Don’t be more resentful than angry. ***You are thousands of miles away. Why bother climbing the stairs without a moon?

Moon over the River (Farewell to Luofu)

At the foot of Luofu Mountain, the air is crisp and clear in autumn, and the scenery is desolate. Thin fallen red maples and flying purple emeralds, steep green mountains and stone walls. The guest's temples are sparse, the poem's intestines are pure and bitter, and the sick bones are like ice and snow. With an angry beard and iron erect, there are no less than three heroes.

The sword in the sleeve is cold, dancing in the middle of the night, drinking wine and singing. The song on the lap often evokes dreams of apes and cranes, and I sit and watch the birth and death of the moon marks. The peach blossoms are exposed, the clouds cover the grass, and the berries and moss grow. Say goodbye now, the moon is orange and green.

酹江月

Who is Song Yu from my old home? It is miserable in autumn. The drizzle disperses the wind and the weather is cold, making farewell depressing. The swallows fly back, and the flowers on the shore blow by, which makes me feel nostalgic. Drinking wine by burning the midnight oil, blatantly throughout your life.

Twenty years in Jianghu, Fengting and Liuyi, I have seen all the past events. The chest can swallow nine Yunmengjiu, and there is not a trace of dust. The trees are falling on the high mountains, the clouds are cold and the geese are broken, and the water is thin and the traces of the streams are diminishing. I don’t know where the chrysanthemum is.

Moon over the River

The sea and sky are old in autumn, the night is desolate and clear, sitting opposite the golden duck with the fragrance and warmth. I could hear the intermittent chirping of cicadas, which sounded like a song of separation. When the swans first come, the birds want to leave, and the red wax burns all night long. There is no need to say goodbye to wine, just take a sip sometimes.

The husband goes north, south, east and west, no matter what, he sings the sword and opens the box. Unexpectedly, Xu Ruzi of East Lake got Chen Fan's couch. The yellow leaves are drying, the fragrance of green lotus is diminishing, and the pillow is cool and rustling. When you go out and smile, the wind and clouds gather in all directions.

The Moon on the River (to send Zhou Shunmei to Zhou Shunmei)

When a Taoist is alive, he has forgotten his love and still pays farewell to others. Mr. Qibi resigned from the Hui tent, and the sound of apes was mournful every night. The stars on the sword are cold, the wind on the piano is miserable, and the eyebrows are flying yellow. Have a cup of tea and go out to smoke and drink.

I am now living in the south of the Yangtze River. I am living in the south of the Yangtze River, and I am filled with sorrows and sorrows. Then there was a view of flowers and maple leaves, and a long pavilion and a short post. Things in the world are empty, human feelings are fluffy, and there are thousands of clouds outside the mountains. When you return to the palace, you can trace your traces in the wind and snow.