Five Dynasties Feng Yansi

The rain is fine and the smoke is late, and the new pool is full of green water.

Shuang Yan went to the weeping willow courtyard, and the small pavilion painted curtains with high volumes.

Zhu Lan alone at dusk, southwest crescent.

Falling flowers blow with the wind, and Luo Yi is particularly cold in spring.

This small print describes a scene where a woman lives alone, feels sad and expects her husband to return.

Rain is fine and smoke is late, the pool is full of green, weeping willows wear swallows, and a girl leans against the fence and looks at a crescent moon in the southwest. The cold feeling of lonely sleep and the depression in my heart are hard to say.

Huanxi Shaliao 'an is full of the fragrance of oranges and grapefruit.

Five Dynasties Sun Guangxian

The Polygonum flowers on the shore are blooming in the wind, and the orange sleeves are fragrant in the wind. I stand by the river and look out, and the river is surging eastward. Lonely sails in the distance, a little white light meets on the water.

My eyes followed the swan goose until his figure disappeared in the distance.

Thoughts are like endless rivers, drifting with the boundless Jiang Tao.

The red orchid in autumn and the blue waves of the river will definitely make him miss the affectionate Xiaoxiang.

On the shore covered with Polygonum multiflorum Thunb, the thick fragrance of orange sleeves is floating in the wind. I stood by the river and looked out. Chutian was endless, and the river flowed eastward. On that lonely voyage, a little white light appeared at the intersection of water and sky.

My eyes followed the flying swan goose until his figure disappeared in the distance. Thoughts are like endless rivers, drifting with the tide. The red orchid in autumn and the blue waves in the river will definitely make him miss the sentimental Xiaoxiang.

Sauvignon Blanc, a heavy mountain.

Five Dynasties Li Yu

One mountain, two mountains.

The mountains are far away, the sky is high and the fog is cold.

Chrysanthemums bloom, chrysanthemums remain.

The goose that flies high has not returned, and there is no curtain.

This word is about a homesick woman's infinite worry about leaving people.

Heavy and heavy, mountains overlap. The mountains are so far away, the sky is so high, the smoke and water are so cold, but my thoughts are like maple leaves and flames.

Chrysanthemums bloom and fall, and days pass by. The wild geese in Saibei are flying south in the sky, but the people they miss have not come back yet. The long bright moon shines on the curtains and floats in the wind.