Building the Song Dynasty

Good morning, Brother Song. The auspicious fortune stick invites you to enjoy it together. Snow Plum Song Dynasty, Lu Yue Plum blossoms and snow vie for spring's favor, neither willing to yield; poets struggle to find words to describe them. Plum blossoms may be less white than snow, but snow lacks the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Good morning, Mr. Song! Here's a daily visit from Shangqianmiao. Please see below. Xunzi, "On Rites" Heaven and earth unite to give birth to all things; yin and yang interact to bring about change; nature and artifice unite to bring order to the world.

Good morning, Brother Song. The auspicious fortune stick invites you to enjoy it together. "Willow" Tang Dynasty, Li Shangyin Once, the east wind blew across the banquet hall, and the joyous spring garden brought heartbreak. How could it be that on a clear autumn day, with the setting sun and cicadas chirping?

Good morning, Mr. Song! Here's a daily visit from Shangqianmiao. Please see below. Linjiangxian: Thoughts of a Woman in Her Boudoir Song Dynasty, Shi Daizu Sorrow and the west wind seem to have a pact, meeting year after year in the clear autumn. Memories of Yangzhou linger behind curtains. A lone lamp illuminates a dream, while swallows fly in pairs against the moonlit tower.

Good morning, Brother Song. Today, the cat has prepared a full set of equipment (long, long, long). Partridge Sky - An impromptu response to the poem by Shi Yingzhi, a recluse from Meishan, who was present at the gathering, in the same rhyme scheme. Song Dynasty, Huang Tingjian Chrysanthemums bloom in the morning chill. Never let life pass by without a cup of wine empty.

Good morning, Song Dada! The auspicious cat invites you to review a long text. Memorial to the Throne Li Mi of the Wei and Jin Dynasties Your humble servant secretly reports: I have suffered misfortune and hardship since childhood. My loving father passed away when I was only six months old; at the age of four, my maternal uncle forced my mother to remarry.

Good morning, Brother Song. The auspicious fortune stick invites you to enjoy it together. "Meeting an Envoy Entering the Capital" by Cen Shen (Tang Dynasty) Looking eastward towards my distant home, the road stretches endlessly, my sleeves are soaked with tears that never dry. We'll meet soon, but we have no paper or pen. Please convey my message that you are safe and well.

Good morning, Mr. Song! The auspicious fortune teller invites you to enjoy this! Magnolia Grove Tang Dynasty Wang Wei Hibiscus flowers bloom at the treetops, their red buds bursting forth in the mountains. The streamside dwelling is deserted, the flowers bloom and fall in profusion.

Good morning, Brother Song. This is a daily visit from Shangqianmiao. Two Poems on the Seventh Night of the Seventh Month, No. 1 De Rong (Qing Dynasty) Dew and golden wind herald the arrival of autumn; alone in the needle-threading tower, sorrow lingers. Why do these two stars meet tonight, leaving me with only a crescent moon in my courtyard?

Good morning, Mr. Song! The auspicious fortune teller invites you to enjoy this! Thinking of Li Bai at the End of the Sky Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty A cool breeze rises at the edge of the sky; what are the thoughts of a gentleman? When will the wild geese arrive? The rivers and lakes are vast and the autumn waters are deep.