Thin Green Shirt

Sending old friends off to the boat outside Jiangcheng Drink a glass of new fermented wine under the post bridge I don't see you outside the distant threshold Thousands of sails have passed and the water flows eastwards Waiting for the sound of a bell in the cold mountain at night Put down your pen and ink and write a few words to sing the praises Never thought of revisiting my old place Going to Guazhou again tomorrow At the age of three or five, he was enlightened and never left his side. My best friend who has been studying hard for seven or eight years Back then, I went north to Beijing from here. I'm in the same boat with you Stopped by the Yellow Crane Tower Baiyun Youyou Who wrote a romance in the prosperous Tang Dynasty? Entering Beijing to take the exam and compete with each other for the first time Young people don't know how vast the world is They all once boasted that they had a clear mind and embroidered their mouths How many people have gray hair when they get old? After the title, I ranked second on the list Wearing flowers and listening to the rain in the singing house At that time, it seemed that we cared about each other Just smile and forget your worries How many years will it be after the dusty world? Rush to serve me as the king of Jiangzhou and Longyou Suddenly, I was played by a merchant girl's pipa. Give me sorrow Who in the audience sheds the most tears? Wet Qingxiu I can't raise my head with so many thoughts We met by chance but didn't say anything Break a willow branch that is still messy after being trimmed A gentle brush counts as a handshake Joys and sorrows, separation and reunion Later, in the poem, he just said It rained again in the small building last night, do you know? Apricot blossoms are falling outside the door Like a head full of snow in the world Send old friends off to the boat outside Jiangcheng Drink a glass of new fermented wine under the post bridge I don't see you outside the distant threshold Thousands of sails have passed and the water flows eastward Waiting for the sound of a bell in the cold mountain at night Put down your pen and ink and write a few words to sing the praises Never thought of revisiting my old place Going to Guazhou again tomorrow - Concept: The dark wolf