2. Build a house under human conditions without the noise of horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say. The Fifth Drinking by Tao Yuanming
3. I remember that at the beginning of the bead curtain, people leaned on it, but they were slightly drunk by wine. Green leaves fall in autumn, and the breeze blows down Hengtang Road. The poet looks at flowers with bitter feelings, but the flowers are not fragrant. Who is wrong? Thirty-six is cruel and raining, and the color of the Ming Dynasty is as hard as ever. Kang Youwei's "The Pearl Curtain at the Beginning of Butterfly Lovers"
4. Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you. Gao Shi's Don't Move Big
5. Every time I meet Muling Road, Ma will go to Sanggan. The green hills of Chu are still old, and the rest of the sun gives off a chill. After hundreds of urban wars, several old people are still on the earth. There are ruins everywhere, and you will cry while walking. Liu Changqing's "Muling Guanbei Everyone Returns to Yuyang"
6, stay away from hate, the willow is dark, and the dream soul is long around the pear flower. The blue man remembers the chapter, the platform is on the moon, and the jade whip is oblique. Green mirror tears sleeves, red wall drunk ink cage yarn. It takes a lifetime to meet, and spring thoughts enter the pipa. Liu Ying's "Crying in the Night and Leaving Hate and Willow Falling"
7. Join hands with Jiangcun. Xuemei floating skirt. What is the limit of love? It is everywhere. The old friend disappeared and the old song was heard again. Xiangwang Lake, Gushan Temple and Jinyongmen. In the usual place, there are thousands of poems, embroidered shirts and red dust. Don't remember each other, know who it is. There is a moon in the lake, willows by the river, and clouds at the faucet. Su Shi's Xiangzi Danyang Sticking Ancient Stories
8. Remember that spring comes, holding hands to climb flowers, and the sleeves are stained with flowers. Dark not stop * * * flower language, strive to double rush. Affectionate because it is disappointing, faint separation, everyone wants to tell. Tears wet the branches of Haitang, and Dong He became a slave. Mrs. Wei's "Rolling Pearl Curtain Remembering the Spring Festival Evening"
9, hand in hand to see the deep diameter of flowers, shoulder to shoulder and wait for the moon porch. It's already embarrassing to wait in line. This passage is hard to recall. If you want to send a book as far as the sky, it is difficult to sell it as old as night. Small windows break people's intestines. More on the canoe pillow. He Zhu's "Xijiang Moon" joins hands to see the deep path of flowers.
10, stop singing the everlasting regret, the world also has its own galaxy. In Shihao Village, the husband and wife say goodbye and shed more tears than in the Palace of Eternal Life. Yuan Mei's Ma Wei
1 1, don't listen to the sound of leaves in the forest, why don't you sing and walk slowly. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life. The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny. Su Shi's "Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves in the forest"
12, what's the use of dyeing a little white beard? Several people want to see the stars. Although you are as close as an arrow, you should be better than me for three years. I'm afraid of suicide. I have been to Ningfei, the three counties. Marriage is a rare year in Ran Ran, but when you get to know it gradually, the burden of death will be lightened from the beginning. Su Shi's Fisherman proudly presents Cao Guangzhou
13, Liu Xia Shengge Courtyard, floret Swing. Remember what happened in the Spring Mansion that day and write it to jathyapple in the red window. Who should send Lian Xiao? Crimson wax is idle with tears, and Wu silkworm is lingering. How much hatred can a green temple provide? It is better to be heartless than to break a string. This year is older than last year. Yan's Liu Xia Shengge Courtyard
14, the prince and grandson followed in their footsteps, and Lvzhu shed tears. Once in the depths of Hou's ocean, he became a stranger from then on. Cui Jiao's To the Maid
15, Yin Jun lamented the passing of double quatrains, which made me sad to play short songs. There are few empty surprises in the world, but many sacrifices. The new leaves in Fanglin urge the old leaves, and the waves before the water are the waves after. I hate it all the time, so what if I cry at the sound of the piano. Liu Yuxi's "Poems of Letian Showing Slight Injury" all have profound meanings, and success is a poem.
16, melancholy color Yun Fei, blue sky knows what. Flowers are invisible, but they are alone in acacia. The scene of bidding farewell to the Iraqi people is clear, but the inner feelings are not clear. Willingly go to the night and count the long-lost rain. Nalan Xingde's Life Inspector is Melancholy and Cloudy.
17, I have to throw Bolt and me since yesterday; It hurts my heart even more today. Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine. Li Bai's "Shu Yun, a farewell letter to Xiejilou in Xuanzhou"
18, it rains at night to make autumn, which is in my heart. Teach him to cherish romantic life. Who is sick to the end, who is more shameful. A secret wish is hard to come true if it is not stopped. The bead curtain rolls around the moon like a building. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay. Nalan Xingde's "Langtaosha Night Rain for Autumn"
19, love is like a hairspring, and people are like flying catkins. The teardrop pavilion will be empty. A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou. Wild geese cross the setting sun, and the grass is misty. There are countless troubles now. In the Ming dynasty, don't think about how to spend tonight. Zhou Zizhi's "Walking on the beach is like a gossamer"