Chu grass has new bamboo shoots by the vine, and the old wall is dyed by the rain and moss. Ten-year-old Jiang Yue should be drunk, and the eight-pillar rooftop is cold.
A quiet victory is known without beginning, and the curtain is deep in waves. 2. Enjoy the dream of falling asleep in the autumn evening (the second rhyme) Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi's green gauze tent, and Jing Qing is cool at night.
The smell of illness and medicine makes me thirsty to hear the sound of grinding tea. The dew bamboo steals the light shadow, and the smoke pine protects the moon.
What words are thousands of miles apart, Qiu Si was born at this moment. 3. The sense of listening to music is adjacent to the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi is getting old, his relatives and friends are separated, and Qiu Lai's stringed instrument is more sentimental.
Shangshu's family is sad and adjacent to Xiao, and Tingwei sighs in front of the door. Green windows separate prostitutes, and crimson gauze curtains cover them.
Go first, then have fun, and fight for the misfortune of scholars. 4. Huanxi yarn (Guangxi) Song Dynasty: Mao Xie Cuizhi is a drop in the yellow.
The dream in the green veil is fragrant. Breeze and moonlight are cool.
Yin and Li He leaned on the painting column and laughed and said they hated WU GANG. Su E didn't get married to make up for anyone.
5. Enjoy the Twelve Rhymes: Xinqi Water Village in the north of Baiyin Xichi, Henan Province: the water in front of Erfang Peak in Tao Yong, and the right pavilion in Sanchuan House. The fast-flowing bamboo path bypasses the small flower pavilion.
The pool angle leads to the spring vein, and the hall center is open to the terrain. Sitting in the middle is cold, and the bed is fine.
Rainy night, miss Wuxia, autumn, miss Dongting. A thousand years of loneliness and a blue sky.
The fish wagged their red tails, and the seagulls retreated to the spirit. Lotus is exposed, and sand shakes Venus.
The rattan frame is like a gauze curtain and the moss wall is like a brocade screen. There are few people in Longmen, but many immortals stop here.
Memories of fellow monks, songs that attract foreigners. I can't cherish the aftermath, so I want to raise duckweed.
2. Ask for a sentence similar to "How many tears are buried deep in the palace wall when the red gauze skirt is long?". The more sentences, the more bodhisattvas Li Yu has.
It's dark and foggy, so it's good to go to Lang's side and carry socks and shoes today. See you at the south bank of the gallery, always shivering. It is difficult for a slave to come out, but he should be taught to be merciful.
Zhu Qingyu's boudoir;
Last night, the candles in the bridal chamber were lit all night, waiting for dawn to worship the parents-in-law.
Make-up whispered to her husband, is thrush fashionable or not?
Wang Changling in my heart forever
A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.
Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
The words of Queta
The threshold chrysanthemum worries about smoke and tears. The curtain is light and cold, and the swallow flies away. The bright moon doesn't know how to leave sorrow and hate suffering. The morning light slanted on Zhu Hu. The west wind withered the green trees last night. A person in a tall building can see the end of the world. To distribute colored stationery, there is no ruler. The mountains are long and there is a lot of water.
In my heart forever by Li Qingzhao
A cluster of plum blossoms
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 geese returned, and the moon was 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.
Zui Hua Yin
The fog is thick and the clouds are always sad. Renao Xiao Jin Animal Festival is also a double ninth festival, and the jade pillow gauze kitchen is half cold at night. Put wine in the east after dusk. And Dimfragrance and 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.
Liu Yong dies in 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.