Seeking the complete version of ten famous sentences of "Liu Yong"

Song Liu Yong

Chilling cries, pavilions late, showers early. Doumen Zhangyin ③ Careless, nostalgic, ④ Lanzhou ruined. Holding hands and staring at each other with tears, I was speechless and choked up. ⑥ I want to smoke thousands of miles, and ⑥ I want to sink into the sky. ⑧

Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. After the new year, pet-name ruby should be a good time to exist in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to. ⑩

A butterfly in love with flowers

Liu Yong

It's easy to lean against a dangerous building. (2) Looking at the extreme spring sorrow, the sky is dark. (3) In the afterglow of the grass, who will lean on the bar and be silent.

I plan to get drunk, (4) treat wine as a song, and (5) it is strong and tasteless. (6) I don't regret my belt widening, (7) I was wasted by Iraq.

Pimp a butterfly

Liu Yong

Looking at the rain, the clouds were broken, quietly looking at Qiu Guang. The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad. The wind is light, the apple is old, the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow. Emotional distress. Where is the old friend, the smoke is boundless.

Unforgettable, literary cocktail party, a few lonely romances, repeated star frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away. I don't know where Xiao Ting is! Reading Shuang Yan's hard-to-trust letters, returning home at dusk with no knowledge. Looking at each other in the dark, the sunset stands in the broken sound.

Klang Ganzhou

Liu Yong

Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold. The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.

Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sighing for years, why bother me? I want beautiful women to dress up, miss a few times, and return home. Fight for me, lean on the dry place, I am in a hurry.

Wang Haichao

Liu Yong

Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the bank and sand. The raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty. Thick lakes overlap and are clear. There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. A thousand riders have high teeth. While listening to Xiao Gu's drunkenness, he enjoyed the clouds. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast. Tilting cup

Autumn colors are clearly drawn by the frosty mainland and the wild geese crossing the smoky island.

At dusk, the rain suddenly stopped, and the small park stayed overnight in the hills of Wei Village.

When the moon falls in the breeze, A Qiang plays the flute.

I am very sad. I smell the grass on the shore and I am eager to sing.

In order to remember Fang Rong's farewell, the water is far away.

I want to embroider the pavilion. I want to know that I am haggard and damaged. I am a passer-by at the end of the world.

The clouds return to the Chuxia, and the literati are scattered, with traces of loneliness.

Wangjing country. The empty eye is broken, and the far peak is condensed.

Gan Caozi? Autumn dusk

At dusk in autumn, the lotus is scattered and the pearls are raining. The moon is born after the rain, and it is freezing.

There is no companion in the pool because of sadness, only this one, lonely mood! But next to the parrot in the golden cage, the words pink lang are written.

Qi family

It's late autumn, and a short rain falls on the courtyard. The story of chrysanthemum The story of chrysanthemum withered and the Indus River was dead. Sorry, Wangjiangguan. The clouds are hazy and the setting sun is idle. What a sad sight, overlooking the rivers and mountains, the afterglow of the sunset. Looking back on that year, Song Yu, who was sentimental, saw how sad this autumn was. She used to climb mountains and rivers. Cicada is singing, leaves are falling, grass is withered, and the corresponding sound is also very loud. At this time, the whine of fallen leaves and the chirping of crickets in the hay are very noisy. In the posthouse, it's the same as each other, year after year. The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the moon is full of cicadas. On second thought. Night is always comparable to the scenery, and I only think about the past. At that time, fame and fortune did not exist, but in Song Lou brothels and other scenic spots, the time consumed every year. The infinite city of the capital reminds me that when I was young, I just wanted to have fun every day. In addition, there are many strange friends who linger with the live wine and live songs. Don't come to the scene quickly, you always swim like a dream, and the smoke and waves are endless. Thinking about fame and fortune, haggard and long. It is those who have fame and fortune that make me so haggard and will fetter me. Miss the past, leaving residual sadness. Sobbing gradually, I drew a few corners. Idle by the window, turn off the lights until late, holding the shadow and not sleeping.

Liu Yong's ci "Youth Travel? Chang' an ancient road is slow. "

On the ancient road of Chang 'an, riding a thin horse slowly, Gao Liu Qiu Chan screamed. Outside the sunset bird, the autumn wind and the moon are on the original, and the eyes are broken for four days.

Tracing a cloud without a trace, where is the early stage? The spirit of debauchery has faded, and there are fewer drinking companions in the past. Now I am not as young as before.

Lotus picking list

Liu Yong in the Northern Song Dynasty

Moonlight harvest, light clouds and light wind, frosty days.

Western expedition, I feel bitter this time.

Cui E held hands and sent Qi Lin and Zhu Hu away.

Thousands of charming faces, Ying Ying stood, speechless with tears, heartbroken, struggling to endure censorship.

One-leaf orchid floats, and then you row to Ling Bo.

I love sex, but I don't know how to leave.

All kinds of square inches, but who is like eating and hating?

Looking back, I can't see the heavy city. There are two or three smoke trees outside the cold river.

Ding Fengbo

Liu Yong in the Northern Song Dynasty

Now that spring has come, it is green and red, and the heart is like cocoa.

In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk.

Warm and crisp, tired of clouds, tired of combing all day long

It's nothing.

When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book.

If I had known.

Regret not locking the saddle.

When I arrived at the phoenix window, I was only concerned with that person, like a pipe, and I was rigidly attached to teaching chanting lessons.

Follow the town and don't give up.