Cui Lou groaned
【Song】Jiang Kui
The moon is cold and the dragon sand, the dust is clear and the tiger is falling, and this year is the beginning of the Han Dynasty. Newly turn over the beard and listen to the song of the felt curtain Yuanrong. The floors are high, and the sill is red, and the eaves are flying green. The people are beautiful, the powder fragrance blows down, and the night is cold and the wind is fine.
There should be word immortals here, with Suyun Yellow Crane, and you can play games. The jade ladder stared at it for a long time, sighing for thousands of miles. The taste of the end of the world, the wine purifies the sorrow, and the expenditure is heroic. Outside the West Mountain, it is still rolled in the evening, and there is a curtain of autumn mist.
The moonlight shines coldly on Longsha (place name), and the dust is fresh in Tiger Fall (place name). This year's grand celebration of the Han Dynasty has just begun. Listen to the newly adapted tunes of Hudi (referring to the northern ethnic regions), accompanied by the songs and flutes of the generals in the felt tents.
On the high floors, you can see red flowers in full bloom through the railing, and the emerald green on the eaves seems to be flying. Beautiful women, their pink makeup fragrance wafts with the wind, although the night is cold, the wind is delicate and gentle.
This place is really suitable for a word fairy, hugging pure white clouds and yellow cranes, and playing with you and me. Gazing at the jade steps, he sighed at the grass in the distance, stretching for thousands of miles. Feeling the feelings of the end of the world, relying on alcohol to dispel deep sorrows, let the prosperous flowers lose their heroic spirit. Beyond the West Mountain, night came, but it brought clear autumn skies.
Ding Weidong Wu Songzuo
【Song】Jiang Kui
Yan Yan has no intention, and the west bank of Taihu Lake goes with the clouds. The peaks are clear, and the evening rain is discussed.
By the fourth bridge, it is planned to live with the sky. What now?Relying on nostalgia, the remnants of the willows dance.
The swallows and geese didn't care, and flew away with the clouds on the west side of Taihu Lake. Those peaks, in the evening when it was almost dark, were beaten by the rain and looked a little depressed.
I wanted to find a place to stay by this fourth bridge. But where am I now?I leaned against the railing, thinking about the things of the old days, looking at the untidy remnants of the willows, as if I were dancing.
Fortune operator
[Song] Zhu Dunru
The traveling geese flew south, and the wind and rain group was lost. Hunger and thirst are hard to hang their wings, and they stand alone in the cold.
The gulls and herons are suffering and are forced to worry about each other. The sea of clouds is vast and there is nowhere to return, who listens to the wailing and urgency.
A migratory wild goose flew south, but was lost in the wind and rain. Hunger and exhaustion made its wings droop, and it finally landed alone on the icy sand.
The surrounding gulls and egrets were reluctant to approach it as if it were an outsider. It feels anxious and frightened because the nets and ropes that catch birds can trap it at any moment. In this vast sea of clouds, it could not find its way home, and its rapid and mournful chirping, I don't know who would hear it.
Qingpingle is in the snow every year
[Song] Li Qingzhao
In the snow every year, often insert plum blossoms to get drunk, and have no good intentions to sweep plum blossoms, and win full of tears!
This year, Xiao Xiao has two temples. Look at the late wind, so it should be difficult to see plum blossoms.
Every year when it snows, I always like to plant some plum blossoms and revel in them. I hugged the plum blossoms around me, but the plum blossoms didn't seem to have a good impression of me, but made me cry all over my body.
This year, at the ends of the earth, my temples have begun to turn white. Looking at the wind at night, I knew that it might be difficult to enjoy the plum blossoms again this year.
No stuffiness
【Song】Zhou Bangyan
The clouds are light and cloudy, the wind is cold, and the creek is frozen. I can hear it even more, and the sorrowful geese are empty. The twilight finches gather the bamboo, and listen to the clear sound of the wind and snow on the bamboo. The cave is quiet, and when you see the incense and green building, the beast coal is red. Poignantly.
Remembers the old and gather the old testament. At this point, it is a pity to say goodbye. Again, it is still a break from the pavilion. When I secretly think about the warbler, it is like a dream, but in the dream, it is like the season of the warbler. To be boring, in addition to hugging the stove to wine, talk about the wind and moon.
The clouds in the sky caused a slight shadow, the breeze brought a slight chill, and the water of the creek began to freeze. I could still hear sad geese flying across the wide sky. In the evening, sparrows chirp in the bamboo forest, listening to the crisp sound of the wind hitting the snowflakes on the bamboo. The room was quiet, and occasionally you could see the cigarette smoke dissipating in the verdant pavilion, and the coal fire burning red in the fireplace, which felt very desolate.
I miss the joy of the past, remember the promise of the past, and only now do I really feel the preciousness of parting. I think of those Chudi plum blossoms that can be picked in the parting pavilion. Secretly recalling those dream-like warbler song seasons, the dream seems to be back to that time. The best way not to feel melancholy is to sit by the fire and drink while chatting about the wind and moon in the world.
Water tune song head gift Wang Yi Xiucai
[Song] Zhang Yuangan
Stand up and watch the snow, lying high for the end of the winter. When spring arrives, I chase Guhong first. Hold the pen into the wind and rain, write quickly in the chest, and refuse to go down to the cage. laughed out loud about the present and the ancient, and took advantage of the excitement to the west and the east.
A wine, know where, and meet again. The slave star knotted the willows, and sent five poor families with you. The good thing is that the orange seals thousands of households, and the building is afraid that the building is 100 feet high, and there is a dragon in the lake and the sea. The eyes are on the back of the ox, and the horse's ears shoot the east wind.
I watched the snowflakes flutter and lay down leisurely through the last winter. Spring seems to have come lightly, just as I followed the lonely geese. I use my pen to depict the wind and rain and the mountains and rivers in my heart, refusing to be trapped in a small space. I laughed heartily, and traveled as I pleased, both ancient and modern.
A pot of wine, can you meet again in **?I saw the willow branches hanging under the slave star, and I bid farewell to the poor five families with you. How much I wish I could have the wealth of a thousand families, but I am worried about the danger of being like a hundred-foot tall building, like a dragon lurking in the lake and sea. My vision is far-sighted, and I am not obsessed with the trivialities of the world, like the vision on the back of a cow, and I only listen to the sound of the wind in my ears, not disturbed by the world.
Tell the Golden Gate
[Song] Huang Ji
Winter October. Remember the season of birth. Mei Pang Xiaochun melts the snow. The light cold is still not over.
And drunk sheng song banana leaves. Wealth doesn't need to be talked about often. Mrs. Guotai's head is half white. Look at Jun Jin Yinye.
It's October in winter, and I remember that I was born in the time of Shen. Plum blossoms bloom in early spring, as if blending into the pale snow. The weather is still a little chilly, and winter is not quite over.
We were drunk and fell to the sound of sheng singing, and the banana leaves swayed in the wind. There is no need to talk about wealth all the time. I saw that Mrs. Kokutai's hair was half-white, and you were covered with golden seals, showing your status and glory.
Frost Sky Dawn Corner, Yizhen River on the night park
[Song] Huang Ji
Overnight stay in the cold river, the song of the long whistling river. The underwater fish and dragon are alarmed, the wind sweeps the ground, and the waves turn over the house.
The poetry is not enough, and the wine is intermittent. The hasty rise and fall of the question, the fame is tearful, and the desire is full.
Overnight by the cold river, I roared loudly over the twists and turns of the river. My whistle startled the ichthyosaurs at the bottom of the water, and the wind was so strong that it rolled up the ground, and the waves seemed to tear over the roof.
My poetic passion has not yet been recited, and the wine is intermittent. I don't ask much about the rise and fall of those who are in a hurry, but there are tears in my eyes, as if they are about to overflow. On this quiet and wild night, all fame and wealth seemed to be insignificant.
Forever happy, playing in the snow
【Song】Huang Shang
The morning mist hides the sun, the guest robe is shockingly warm, and the sky is ingenious. Who knows, including creation, suddenly become the world. The children laughed, busily came to the flowers, and drank the harmony of Jiuchun. Hurry to get the boat, the master takes advantage of it, and Jiang Tian helps me meditate.
Colorful and picturesque, Mo Daodong looks haggard. It seems to be empty, there is no dust, and it is suspected that it is in the heavenly palace. The restaurant feasts, the tea house plays, and the osmanthus comes. There is afterlight, to be seen next year, bright red and dark green.
The morning mist obscured the sun's brilliance, and the guest robe I was wearing suddenly felt a hint of warmth, as if the ingenuity of the heavens never ended. Who would have thought that this snow, which contains natural creation, would suddenly become a beautiful scenery in the world. The children laughed and were busy under the flowers, as if they were drinking the warmth and breath of Jiuchun. I hurriedly picked up the oars, carrying the interest of a master, and let the river and the sky fuel my profound thinking.
The snowflakes are cut like scissors, and the steepness is like a picture scroll, not to mention the emaciated face in winter. They seemed to float in the air, without a trace of dust, making people wonder if they were in the heavenly palace. The banquet in the restaurant is noisy, and the tea house is quiet and elegant, all waiting for the day when the osmanthus is in full bloom. The rest of the light is left for the future, and come back next year to enjoy the bright reds and deep greens. Autumn and Winter Check-in Challenge