Linjiangxian
Song Yan said a few times
After the dream, the platform is locked high, and the curtain hangs low. Last spring when the hate came. The falling flower people are independent, and the micro swifts fly twice.
I remember the first sight of Xiao Ping, two heavy heart words Luo Yi. The lute strings say acacia. At that time, the bright moon was there, and the clouds had returned.
Ming Yang Shen
The water rolling in the east of the Yangtze River, the waves exhaust the heroes. Success or failure turns empty. The green mountains are still there, and the sunset is red a few degrees.
White-haired fisherman on the river, used to watch the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is a happy encounter. How many things in ancient and modern times are in the process of laughter.
Linjiangxian Hanliu
Qing Naranjande
Where the flying flowers are, the layers of ice and snow are destroyed, and the sparse trees are five more cold. Loving him bright moon is good, and haggard is also related.
The most is that after the silk is shaken, the transfer people remember the Spring Mountain. The dream of the skirt is intermittent and difficult. The west wind is much hated, and it can't blow away the eyebrows.
Linjiangxian returned to Lingao at night
Song SuShi
Night drink Dongpo woke up drunk, and returned as if three more. The child's sniffles have thundered. Knock on the door should not be, lean on the staff to listen to the sound of the river.
Long hate this body is not me, when to forget the camp? The night wind is still and flat. The boat has since passed away, and jianghai has lived for the rest of his life.
Linjiangxian Yedeng Xiaoge reminisces about the old tour in Luo
Song Chen and Yi
Reminiscing about the afternoon bridge to drink, sitting in the middle of mostly heroic. The long ditch flows silently. In the shadow of the apricot blossoms, the flute is played until dawn.
For more than twenty years, it was like a dream, although this body was shocking. Idle in the small pavilion to see the new sunshine. How many things in ancient and modern times, fishing sang three more.
Linjiangxian Cherry fell and returned in the spring
Nan Tang Li Yu
The cherry fell and returned in the spring, and the butterfly turned gold powder and flew twice. Zi Zhi cries moon small building west, jade hook curtain, sad twilight smoke hanging.
After the lonely people in the other alleys dispersed, the tobacco residue was sluggish. The incense is idle phoenix, empty holding the belt, looking back at hate Yiyi.
Nan Tang Feng Yan mi
Cold red flutters peach blossom pieces, and youth is full of joy. The curtains of tall buildings roll light cold. The rest of the wine was scattered, leaning on the dry alone.
The sunset is thousands of miles even with herbs, and the scenery is sad to kill Wang Sun. Wander and fly all over the blue clouds. Where is Fengcheng, the bright moon shines at dusk.
Song Qin Guan
Ten miles of red building by green water, how much wind flow in that year. Tall buildings are heavy and sad. The distant mountains will set and still be hooked.
A pipa thought about the past, and the green shirt filled Jiangzhou with tears. Visiting neighbor Hugh asked Du Jiaqiu. Birds outside the cold smoke and sand, residual snow ferry boats.
Linjiang Xian sent Qian Mu Father
One by one, the door changed the fire three times, and the end of the world stepped on the red dust. Still smiling. No wave true ancient well, there is a festival is autumn reed.
Sadly lonely sails sent overnight, sending off the light moon and clouds. There is no need for a green eyebrow in front of the zun. Life is like a reverse journey, and I am also a pedestrian.
Kim Won asked
Where is the lotus leaf lotus flower good? New autumn on Daming Lake. Red makeup green cover magnolia boat. In the picturesque country, the characters are more flowing.
Thousands of miles of old people, three years of lonely and happy travel. A statue of liquor is sent away. Yinqin Bridge into the water, a few days to Dongzhou!
Thousands of miles xiaoxiang xiang lanpu, lan ju used to be. The high wind of the moon is fixed. The microwave does not move, cold soaked in the stars of the day.
Relying on the danger of the tree quietly, the distant smell of the concubine. The new voice contains the ancient and modern feelings. Qu finally disappeared, and several peaks on the river were green.
Song Li Qingzhao
How deep is the courtyard? Cloud window fog pavilion is often broken. The willow calyx is gradually becoming distinct. Spring returns to moling trees, and people build Kangcheng city.
Feeling the moon and singing the wind, how many things, now old and unsuccessful. Who pity haggard is more withered. It is not interesting to test the lights, and it is not in the mood to step on the snow.
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