The rainbow and rain are broken, the autumn sky is clear, and the mountains are dyed and the eyebrows are new green. Guiying helps the poor, who is short of service road and brightness this evening? Blue sky in Wan Li, where in Heng E? Drive this round of jade. The cold light is messy, who is biased towards it? When I was young, I chased you, and when it was cool at night, I walked around Zhangyuan Senmu. * * * pour gold lotus, home in Wan Li, it is rare to respect the former. In my life, I loved bagpipes in the south and north of the Yangtze River. Sun Lang smiled and sat down to spray frost bamboo.
Nian Nujiao Li Qingzhao
Depressed courtyard, with oblique wind and drizzle, the heavy door must be closed. Spoiled Liu Jiaohua's cold food is near, and all kinds of annoying weather. It's a leisurely taste to make a poem. It is hard to send a thousand worries when you have spent too much money.
it's been cold in spring upstairs for a few days, and the curtains are hanging all around, and the jade is dry and careless. Be Leng Xiang's new dream sleep, don't be sad. Clear dew and morning flow, the new tung is introduced at the beginning, and how much is the spring. The day is high and the smoke is gathering, but it is more sunny today.
Nian Nujiao Zhang Xiaoxiang
The grass in Dongting is near the Mid-Autumn Festival, and there is no wind at all. Jade Jian Qiong Tian 3, hectares, holding me in a boat. The moon is shining, and the Ming River is * * * shadow, both inside and outside are clear. The bright bright moon and the bright milky way, in this vast yujingzhong reflected their Fang attitude, the surface of the water is bright and clear. Experience the emptiness of all things, but do not know how to go out, with the king share. Short hair, Xiao Sao's sleeves are cold, steady and broad. And now I, is wearing the bleak and cold hair and clothing, quiet rafting in this vast expanse of pale sea. I don't know what night it is!
Nian Nujiao and Jiang Kui
Make a scene, and remember to be with Yuanyang. Thirty-six vicious people have not arrived, and there are countless water dresses. The green leaves are cool, the jade makes the wine disappear, and the rain is sprinkled. Shake, Leng Xiang fly on the poem.
at dusk, the pavilion is green and the lover is gone, so why bother to go to Ling Bo? I am afraid that the dance clothes will be cold and easy to fall, and I will worry about entering Xifeng Nanpu. High willows hang in the shade, old fish blow in the waves, leaving me to live in the flowers. How many fields, how many times to return to the sand.
Nian Nujiao Xin Qiji
Wild pond flowers have fallen, and it has passed in a hurry, the Qingming Festival. Shoveling the east wind deceives the guest's dream, and a pillow of clouds is cold and timid. Holding a bow on the curved shore, weeping willows are horses, and this place was once light. The building is empty, and the old Swift Swallow can talk.
when I heard that the road was strange to the east, pedestrians saw it, and the bottom of the curtain was slender. The old hatred of the spring river has not been broken, and the new hatred of Yunshan is thousands of folds. It is expected that in the Ming dynasty, I will see you again before, and it is difficult to fold the flowers in the mirror. You should also be surprised to ask,
how many Chinese hair recently?