Crossing the Zhongjiang River and looking at Shicheng, weeping - Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms · Li Yu
My old hometown in Jiangnan and Jiangbei has been a dream for thirty years.
The Wuyuan Palace is now in desolation, and the Guangling Terrace Hall is desolate.
The cloud cage is far away and there are thousands of pieces of sadness, and the rain is hitting the boat with thousands of tears.
Four brothers with a family of three hundred cannot sit around and think about it.
Li Yu: I will never have any regrets in this life!
Not only do I want to be the emperor of poetry for all time, but I also want to be a Mingjun of Zhongxing who has no regrets.
After the Great Zhou Dynasty, there is a cloud, a jade shuttle, a thin shirt, and a pair of black snails.
One mountain, two mountains, the mountains are far away, the sky is high, the smoke is cold, the water is cold, I miss the red maple leaves.
The flowers are blooming, the flowers are withered, the wild geese are flying high and the people have not returned them, the wind and the moon are idle behind the curtain.
The autumn winds are strong, the rain is gentle, there are three or two banana trees outside the curtain, and the night is long, what can I do!
Xiao Zhouhou: The girl on the rooftop of Penglai courtyard is closed, and the people sleeping in the painting hall are speechless during the day. Throw your pillow under the green cloud light, and smell the strange fragrance while embroidering your clothes.
The bead lock moved latent, and I was shocked to see the dream on the silver screen.
His face was filled with a slow smile, and he looked at each other with infinite affection.
