What are Liu Sanbian's graceful words?
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are in no mood, you will miss that place, and the blue boat will ruin your hair. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.
Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.
Wu Fengqi
Leaning against the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking forward to spring sorrow, and the sky is dark. In the afterglow of the grass, no one will lean on the fence and be silent.
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.
Tidal bore watching
Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the bank and sand. The raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.
Thick lakes overlap and are clear. There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. A thousand riders have high teeth. While listening to Xiao Gu's drunkenness, he enjoyed the clouds. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.
Klang Ganzhou
Facing the rain from the sky, a piece of washed autumn scenery on the river is particularly cold.
The bleak frost wind is tight, the river surface of the mountains and rivers is deserted, and the setting sun shines on the tall buildings.
Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears.
Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.
Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home.
Sigh for years, why stay.
Miss a beautiful woman, dress up and look up, miss a few times, God knows how to get back to the boat.
Anxious to know me, lean on the dry place (a "stare").
Ding Fengbo
Since the beginning of spring, I have been sad and sad, and my heart is cocoa. In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk. Warm and crisp, tired of enjoying the clouds alone. I'm tired of combing all day. Nothing! When hatred and fickle feelings are gone, there is no audio book. If I knew, I would regret not locking the carved saddle. When I arrived at the phoenix window, I was only concerned with that person, like a pipe, and I was rigidly attached to teaching chanting lessons. Follow the town and don't give up. Needle and thread are idle. Sit with Yi. And me, so as not to let young people suffer from yin deficiency.
Hechongtian
On the gold list, I lost hope. How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? Needless to say, the loss of near misses. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes.
Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggling up to the red and leaning against the green, an affair, smooth sailing. Youth is in one day. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.