Eight-character poem praising my sister
Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu
The cloud curtain on the roof is rolled up, and the flowers are rushing to wash the makeup. The flowers are full of spider silk. Smile, look at the moon and pull the red line. In the hall of eternal life, someone secretly paid Chai Jin at midnight. I hope this president can meet every year.
Jasmine music
Year: Song Author: Chen
Yiyi is a sentimental willow. She doesn't know pedestrians. In order to be green, we are United. Drink more, Qiting wine. Soft embroidery is spread on the mattress with hibiscus flowers. Fragrant, colorful clouds in Man Chun. See you again this year, it's a swallow, after returning.
drum
Time: Pre-Qin Book of Songs, National Style, Taifeng Style
Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.
From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.
Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.
Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.
I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.