My brother Serina Liu gave me a gift, and in Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, the pavilion was loose on the mountain and caressed in the valley. When the wind is strong, pine branches are strong. First frost is miserable and always right at the end of the year. Pine and cypress are not hardy and woody plants. Saying goodbye to the viceroy, I went out of the mansion, separated by the wall of Sanqin and the water of five rivers. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road, wiping your eyes like a heartbroken child? . On the rostrum of Chen Ziang in Youzhou, in front of me, where is the lost era? Behind me, where are the future generations? . Only the boundless universe, boundless, can't stop the tears full of sadness. The second envoy sent Yuan, Anxi, Wang Wei and Tang Weicheng, and the guest house was green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their relatives when they go out to the sun. Uncle Li Yunbai Tang, who sent off the school book at Xie Tiao Building in Xuanzhou, has left me and fled since yesterday; It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie. We all yearn for the distance and want to go to the blue sky to embrace the bright moon. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with the sword, the sadness is back, although we drown them with wine, because the world can't satisfy our desire, I will let go of my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow. In early spring, it was raining like a light rain outside the water department, and the grass color was close but not close. This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow. Untitled Li Shangyin lived in the Tang Dynasty before I met her, but longer than we parted, and the east wind rose and a hundred flowers blossomed. Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night. In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song. There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! . Meeting Huan Li, Yutang said nothing and went to the West Wing alone. The moon is like a hook, and the solitary phoenix tree locks the autumn courtyard. Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow. Don't be a taste in your heart. Deng Feilai Peak Wang Anshi Song Fei came to Chihiro Tower on the mountain and heard the cock crow rising. As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain. Qingpingle village lives in Xin Qiji, where the eaves of Song Mao are low and small, and the streams are lush. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages. I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers. I hope Dongting Lake will give Zhang the water of August Lake here, which is a single air with heaven and fog from clouds and Meng Valley, and has besieged Yueyang City. /newsInfo.aspx？ pkId= 152 10