Qinyuan Spring Life
Don't be cold, ride the boat and break the waves, come and go like the wind. Look at the north and south of the river, the wolf smoke is billowing out; Inside and outside the mountain pass, the sound of chaotic rain. I wait to pour the cup, invite three and two sons, and sing a short tune and long song to comfort this life. Remembering yesterday, the platform was shaken, and the responder was sonorous.
However, it is difficult to achieve meritorious achievements, sighing that the Chinese year has changed his name. Nian of the year of Zhishang, Yunlong Wind Tiger; And now short of breath, wear a star. Even though it is already gorgeous, the rivers and mountains are still the same, willing to be a cold river fishing snow dragon? Mo looked back, took the bow tire, and shot the eagle peng again!
Full of red and hometown feelings
The feelings of the old place are all paid and sung for a long time. Mo looked back, ten years of thinking, suddenly decided. A cloud of old things, half a window of red candles shake the crescent moon. Sighing Shaohua, the young man's head was white, and the sound was dusty.
Life events, many twists and turns; Morning glory dreams, long river tips. Hatred is at the end of the world, and it is difficult to set the return date. Heard that Xiaoxiang Spring was earlier, how to spend the letter no one said? Envy Guhong, last night lovesickness, fly to Nanyue.
Nian Nu Jiao Mid-Autumn Festival
Climb the stairs and look into the distance, see Penglai Wonderland, Chang'e Qingwu. A thousand miles of divine light pierced the sea of hatred and spilled an autumn mist. Yuyuqiong Building, Qingtai Pavilion, a place of sorrow and joy. Life is no more, who cares about the world like an ant?
Inexplicable years and years, winter and autumn come and go, and the blue is flying. The five mountains and three mountains are still there, how many cold and hot are the wind and rain? Drink and sing, go with each other, and find my way. The river is like practice, and the lights in front of you are innumerable.
Langtosha, winter on the stairs to indulge in wine
Since Yu returned from the south and the north, he has let loose waves, indulged in the landscape, and has no intention of reviving the clouds.
The sunset is coiling, lazy leaning on the cold mountain, and the side of the sinking boat swings thousands of sails. A glass of turbid wine invites the cold moon, and the empty thought is returned.
The past is not a column, the intention is exciting, and the affair is chattered for thousands of years. Flowing water and flowers are also gone, not old!
(Chinese Rhyme)
Taisha Xing, Lonely Hall Hanhua
The lonely hall is cold and flowers, and the remnants of the lamp are dumb, so people have no intention of returning in their dreams. The desire to go is endless, and the journey is constantly thousands of miles.
Inch inch soft, full of tiger tears, mountain high Wancheng dangerous pavilion leaning. The eyes are full of floating clouds, and the Yiren are even more outside the floating clouds.
Zhaojun complained who was the flute three times
Who sent plum blossoms three alleys to break a curtain of dreams? The moon is full with clouds, leaning on the empty building!
I want to go but haven't gone yet, and the sunset is flying. Outside the mountain, ask the boat, and the water flows east.
Qin Yuan Chun Untitled
Qiankun flew dust, clouds rose again, and the sky was dark and windy. Watch the jackdaws noisy, the harrier eagles control. The mountains are ethereal, and the old rabbit is first frightened. The frost invaded, the lakes and rivers froze, and the rivers and mountains were cold. Inside the city pass, listen to the horse neighing and shouting, whining a thousand sounds.
Trapped in a lonely city for a year, watching the spring water, flowing flowers and freezing. Put 3,000 huafa, fill in two words, young aspirations, near old age without success. Hongyan is hard to find, the mountain alliance is empty, and Hanhai is difficult to enter the north. Before he finished his thoughts, he was speechless and silently pressed the flute.
Break the Huanxi Sha Dark Night
In the dream, there is a wisp of love, and when I wake up, my heart is broken and hurt three times. After the frost and snow of the lonely branches outside the window, it is cold!
If you want to fill in the old song with new words, the residual note has no word to break the sound. The most annoying acacia is useless, but it is difficult to throw!
Phoenix Gift Music
Thoughtless, sour, a glass of hatred drunk first. Crying back to the bird, love, two sad places, four years withered, around, around, around.
Heaven harbors sin, people repent emptyly, and tears pierce Luo's heart. Red night annoyance, how many people know? The day before yesterday, the mountain alliance, a laugh, too! Finish! Finish!
Fishing song Aki
A drizzle and autumn breeze passed through the curtain court, and the cold maple tears behind the house did not stop. Si Riyan, Wang Yunsheng. The world goes on and on.
The Qingyu case, every year on the lake, thinking about the home
Thinking about the lake every year. In the extreme eye, Yunshan lived. The lone crane comes to the boat to speak. Broken bridges and dead wood, westerly wind remnants, lonely green lights.
The barren stream pond is surrounded by crow drums and the sound of cloud geese sending Qiupu. Sunset bleak smoke. For a while, the cold mountain is deeply exposed, and the drunkenness is bitter!
Linjiangxian Zeng remembered Jiangnan Creek early
Zeng remembered that Jiangnan Creek was early, and the ancient trees of Mianshan were verdant. The sound of autumn flows endlessly. In the cold moon of Zitong, the flute was broken and hurried.
In vain, this body is still in a lonely tent. At night, the pillow faded red. How many tears do people know? Spring to winter.
Man Jianghong was afraid to go to the West Building
Afraid to go up to the West Building, looking at the eyes, the wind is worried. Fang summoned, a horizontal flute, and his thoughts were leisurely. Only then did he complain about the red residue covering the green face, and mourned the sunset far away. Ask the beauty, when you are lonely and cold, clear your tears!
Three glasses of wine, Bechuchu. The figure turns, one floor away. Sigh that life is like this, and I want to say it and rest. Unbelief and joy are like tissue paper, lingering in the lonely shadow to flatten the boat. Repeat the past, one by one, do you know?
Autumn Night
The fragrance of fallen leaves has drifted, the night is quiet, and the residue is red. The westerly curtain rolls the moonlight cold, and the Milky Way hangs down. The lonely boat flute, a blow off, do you know if there are thousands of miles?
The soft intestines have no reason to sleep, the dream has not begun, and people cry first. The cold invades the bones for a while, and tastes the taste of solitary sleep. Pile up the past, feel sad in the heart, and it is difficult to get drunk with others.
Akiba
Step up the floor, think and speak with Yunshan. One night of autumn breeze sent red makeup, pieces of light song.
Rise up and want to turn back, deliberately looking for flowers and dancing. Visiting thousands of forests and young faces, they have long withered and suffered.
Mo Shanghua Guanshan returned from a dream
Guan Shan returned from a dream, and it was late at Dongting Lake. A few long flutes, blowing off the twilight wind lonely pavilion. Only a few words and heavy tears, in exchange for the loss of people's intestines. Look at the infatuation, repeatedly ask for books and wild geese, and cause confusion!
Take a towel, wipe the traces of wine, and drink red tens of millions. Mo said that Qiu is light, who is warm in the snow and cold in the evening? It is better to meet on this day of reunion and the end of the world will be scattered from now on. Until now, even if it is like a flower pen, a long sigh!
Full Tingfang Autumn Evening
The fog is cloudy, the autumn is slow, and the wind passes the pavilion. Ancient eaves and old pavilions, flying leaves covered with red English. Dead trees and warblers are bitter, the lake is in the sky, and the boat rests across the bridge. Outside the female wall, the wind is high and the waves are rapid, and the little Hu Sheng is pressed low.
Sentimental. Happy place, drunk and rhyme. Gradually the cold came, and the figure was zero. Young and unknown world, ten years of dreams, a night of horror. With the bar for a long time, the light is far away, and the dagger goes down to the city alone.
Nian Nu Jiao Yue Yang upstairs
Upstairs in Yueyang, looking at the sky and the lake is wide, a little green snail. It is a pity that the competition for the scenic spot back then, only the waves are Shenke! The banner of the sun is shining, and the sky is full of jingo. Three thousand autumn months, how many heroes to spend!
Looking back at the old corner and new eaves, the east wind hometown, there is not much grass to go. The sunset yellow flower is short, and the guiying shadow is partial and delicate. In front of the song stage, on Du Kangtaru, everything is done. Where is the sadness? The cave court is full of songs!
Water Dragon Yin Ascend the Yellow Crane Tower
Idle to the ancient pavilion by the column, Chu Tian is endless. The three rivers converge, the clouds cross, what is the matter? A little wind chill, full of smoke and moon, a crane chirp. Look at the flying boat to line the waves, the waves turn far away, Jundang meeting, boarding the will!
Mo said that Liangchen has no regrets, raise a thousand cups, for whom to buy drunk? The end of the world, rushing the mountains and the moon, leaving a name in the hometown? Smell on the other side, fairy past, a few tastes. Imitation majestic, red dust, but heroic tears!
Yangzhou slow Beigu building
Rain and snow come together, and in autumn and winter, Zhenjiang has a cold wind overnight. Listen to the song for ten miles, sigh and turn lonely. Look at the flow of people on the street, the lights are on, and the lights are a little empty. Gradually the car zero, the iron horn whimpered, came and went in a hurry.
Jiaxuan Beigu, the upper floor, magnificent into the sky. Lucky dou turns to the stars, mountains and rivers are splendid, and dragon veins are long. I like the river for thousands of miles, the tide rises, and it is still dominant. Let the snow freeze and roll in the east every year!
Tianxian Chongyang
A song is in the sky, accompanied by my silence and cold sleeves. When did Si Junjun go? Linxi Willow, every old man, the past is unbearable to Xifeng wine.
The path lotus pond is three hundred acres, and the cloud wrinkled moon is remembered? Xiao Lou was east wind last night, the flowers have been thin, light and thorough, who thinks that the column people are old?