"Red crisp hands, rattan wine, spring scenery palace wall Liu Mancheng. 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! " = = = = = The Hairpin Phoenix by Lu You
Li Bai's Nautilus Island
This parrot has been to the bank of Wujiang River, and the name of this parrot is circulating in this small river state.
Parrot flies west to Longshan, he is green, the tree of Zhou Fang!
Spring breeze and warm clouds bring the fragrance of orchids, and peach blossoms fall into the river to form layers of brocade waves.
Travellers in exile are just in vain. Whose is the lonely moon in Cheung Chau?
Luzhaolin Wen Weng lecture hall
Jinliyan Pavilion and Minshan Xiaji Pavilion.
An empty beam has no swallow, but an ancient wall has a painter.
The tree falls and hesitates, and the moss is too deep to distinguish the inscription.
Night crying and land travel
In our school, there is a jade word in a platform, and there is a cloud in the hall. Jin Guan met again in the city, and his thoughts were still two.
Why not bring wine everywhere? It happens every year or so in Xun Mei. Considering that there are many officials in the upper bound and they are immortals.
Xu Qi Shi Yu abandoned his official position and went east to return to Jiangnan.
Ten rhymes of Gao Qiu's poems.
The emperor embroidered clothes, and the beauty of Wu Dong retired.
There is an imperial garden, avoiding things like learning.
Blue Bay is tender, Yunxi Cui Ying is sparse.
After September, there were more than six dynasties.
Jin Yan opened the poem axis and wrapped the book in green.
Frost rock red Ficus pumila, marsh white lotus.
The sleeping rain is high and dense, and the chess lamp is small and empty.
Frozen glutinous rice is bright, and cold silver carp is eagle fish.
Dust fans today, clouds are full of knowledge.
When he was in the snow, he envied visiting my house.
【 Yu Yixing County, near the waterside pavilion. ]
In spring, Li Chang, the servant of Zhou State, served Tu Mu, a ten-rhyme grass.
The shore moss gives birth to red medicine, and the rock spring rises to the blue pond.
The land is divided into lotus flowers and moon shows, and the grass meets Ding Fangyuan.
The rain is rushing and the wind is fragrant.
Weaving tents to sleep, dreaming of mandarin ducks.
Spit out the ice room, and poetry becomes brocade.
The sable hairpin is moist with rain, and the Dan Dian Feng shines.
Xijiang month
Powder noodles are drunk dreams, and frost can last for years. When you come, recite me sadly. At first glance, it looks old.
Poetry is on the bank, and words are in front of Luo Zhao. When will the tip come and go? Send moths to wait.
Get out of trouble (the feeling of cold spring)
The warbler is not old. Flowers thank the east wind for sweeping. The swingman got tired of colorful ropes and was cleaned up again.
Sleep at night, don't listen to the flute. Brocade seals and poems complaining about spring are sent back to the clouds.
The night show in Pi Rixiu will ask and answer ten whale certificates, which are fragrant and red, and give you a feast. After several idle sleeps, I feel the color scales flying out of Yuntao.
A cluster of plum blossoms
Remember to burn this Ye Xiang together. People are in the cloister. The moon is in the cloister. Now I'm pale alone. All right, think about it. Sit down and think.
All the words are three or two lines. Thousands of people are heartbroken. Ten thousand pieces of human intestines. Where is fairy town? I dare not come or go.
Twisted rope
Shame to see Jian Luan alone. The combing and plundering of money people. Flowers grow in one spring, and the east wind is evil every night.
Wire wound green curtain bead foil. Who cares about brocade? Jade stopped crying when her eyes were full of tears, for fear that her drunken lover would be thin.
Put down the rope
Brocade is like a cloud. I wonder how high it is. In the middle of the night, the silver candle has tears, and I will pay for all this.
Don't wait to swallow dirt. Ask huahua. I don't know if flowers have feelings, but they seem to be afraid and jealous.
Shangxiping
Hate as new, hate as new, hate again. Look at the clouds in the sky. The scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is good, and you will meet the gentleman when the flowers fall. It rains at night, and spring seems to want to keep people.
Respect is like the sea, people are like jade, poems are like brocade, and pens are like gods. Be eloquent and diligent. When will it clear up when the river goes from bad to worse? In the shade of poplar, listening to the sunshine, cover the dusk with the door.
Water fairy. Play the beauty, Xu Zaisi.
Jade and silk flow to hate ice silk and teeth to spit out resentment in spring.
The eyes send a clever message, just like the neighboring ship listening for the first time.
Ask Jiang Zhou Yi Sima He shirt tears.
Golden poems always miss each other.
Qu: Go to Shenjing, Yingying Fairy, and don't come to Jin Shang. There is no evidence to break the wild goose. Ran Ran flies down to Tingzhou, thinking of dragons.