Shu Yong

Biai Typha is busy everywhere. Whose son is a girl, Qingduanyang.

Fine-wound five-color arms are long. Empty and melancholy, who will hang Yuan Xiang again.

Don't talk about the past. A thousand years of loyalty and loyalty, the sun shines.

It always hurts to read Li Sao. No one can solve it, and the tree turns cool in the afternoon.

2. "Bathing Lanxiang Huai 'an Heavy Noon"

[Song] Wu Wenying

The silk is tied to the wrist, and the hairpin is skillfully hung, and the jade sleeps with gauze.

The silver bottle is exposed to the well, the colorful cloud window, and the past youth is in accordance with the contract.

I was sad that I had written a pomegranate skirt at that time. Dreaming of time, Tingzhou is getting old.

Don't sing the ancient tune of the south of the Yangtze River. It's hard to recruit because of resentment, and the Chu River is gloomy.

Lavender swallow milk, dark rain plum yellow, afternoon mirror bath blue curtain.

Reading Qin Lou also personifies people's return, so you should cut calamus for your own consideration. But disappointment, a wisp of new toad, with people's horns.

3, "heavy five, remember that the summer clothes are light in the mountains"

[Song] Zheng Gangzhong

I remember that the summer clothes in the mountain are light, and the pomegranate is low and the wine is bright.

Poems are occupied in colorful flowers, and brocade is stretched out in corners.

When you get old, you have to sleep, and you should be lazy in collecting medicine in the afternoon.

Make sure to wear Artemisia argyi outside the door, and avoid burning in the countryside.

4. Huanxisha Dragon Boat Festival

[Song] Su Shi

The light sweat slightly penetrated Bi Wan, and the Ming Dynasty Dragon Boat Festival bathed Fang Lan. Qing Chuan is full of fragrance.

The colored thread is lightly wrapped around the red jade arm, and the small character hangs obliquely on the Lv Yun. Beautiful women meet for a thousand years.

5. Nanxiangzi Dragon Boat Festival

[Song] Li Zhiyi

Light rain wet dusk. In the middle of the afternoon, Jia Chen closed the door alone.

The nest swallow leads the chicks to the end, which is fascinating. Looking for the mark between beams in the air. ?

A guest house is like a village. No one carries a bottle of good things.

Only the warbler knows this hate and is diligent. It's like smelling it on the pillow at that time.