Lanterns are hung high to reflect the window grilles, and the girl picks up a lantern to embroider a brocade handkerchief.

There are frequent wars in the border area, and the mandarin ducks wipe away their tears before they turn into tears.

【Family Notes】

His heart is like a wild crane with no home, but he prefers to be involved in politics and maintaining the country.

An Annan earthquake shook the border, and so much tenderness went unmentioned.

【Xinjiang Ji】

Where are the hundreds of thousands of fireworks now? Only the ruins remain outside the setting sun.

Thirty-eight hundred things happened in ancient times, all of them are covered by history.

【Memories of Chang'an】

The willows on the street are dark in color, the firewood leaves are gently opened, and the tea is still warm.

The hair on the temples is covered with frost, the dressing table is covered with dust, and the appearance is not proportional to the age.

Sleeping in the cold brocade, embroidered mandarin duck pillow, mocking fate.

Outside the ferry in the south of the city, Fangfei bloomed and fell, mottled with old friends.

【Old Friend】

In the lingering light of the green mountains, the sails return to the sky.

A horse in a white shirt strikes, new words and storytelling drama

【White】

A song of rain falls, and the shadows of candles flicker in two places.

Three times the peach blossom is red, four books accompany the Five Classics.

Six lines of peach blossom poems, no one responds to the seven strings.

**Outside Xingcun, the full moon is at Shili Pavilion.

【Acacia quote】

Tao is a ruthless species and tends to involve red makeup.

My body and mind are all ordinary things, where can I leave my Buddha?

[Buddha said]

The red dust is purple, the rain falls on the other side, and the white horse lightly steps across the pontoon bridge.

Mandarin ducks play in the green water, playing in the misty waves, just this glimpse of the fate of marriage.

The wind cuts the willow leaves, and the time is gone, but the branches are full of new beauty and fragrant.

If you were a passer-by, why bother adding light ink to the peach blossom fan at that time?

【Peach Blossom Fan】

The waning moon shines through the window on the dressing table, and partridges are singing outside the balcony.

The passing years are like a dream, the flute and zither are muted, and the lonely and beautiful hair and hairpin fall.

【Autumn Thoughts】

White bones wrapped in plain clothes, beauty fades easily.

Looking back three times a step, for whom do we say goodbye?

【Xiangxi Corpse Extraction 1】

The elms and locust trees are darkly fragrant, and the waning moon shines on the spring river.

Red clothes were fluttering by the bridge, and several people had broken hearts.

[Xiangxi Corpse Drive 2]

At the end of summer, the flowers in the lake are thin, and the lazy moon is hanging on the laurel head.

Stepping gently on the dark night road, the wind moves a few people traveling.

【Xiangxi Corpse Drive III】

When there is drizzle in the academy, I write and follow the songs of the army.

The soul returns to the netherworld, who can make peace with it in this life?

【Xiangxi Corpse Driving Four】

Smoke rises from the mountain col, and copper bells sway deep in the gully.

There are some hazy phantoms, and the red clothes cover the cold body.

[Xiangxi Corpse Drive 5]

January: The morning breeze is slightly cool, the snow is beginning to melt, and everything is fresh and green.

Who is hanging his tail by the bridge and chasing ducks into the river to swim?

February: The spring breeze blows slowly, the bamboo curtains are loose, and the silk ribbons make up the green embankments and smoke rises.

Orioles are flying on the south bank of the Yangtze River, and there are a few kites at the Nocun Ferry.

March: New swallows are chasing the rain in the bluestone alley, and the faint fragrance floats all over the courtyard and corridors.

The fishing boat sings in the evening and returns to the sky, while the red pavilion and the plain umbrella wander alone.

April: There are misty rains and the remaining red leaves fall, and a few branches of broken willows remain clear and bright.

The flowers and grass in the solitary tomb are still green now, and only two figures are dim.

May: The melodious flute music of distant villages spreads throughout the pavilions and squares of Jiangcheng.

The courtyard is unlocked during the Spring Festival Evening, and I pick up fallen plum blossoms alone in the wing room.

June: The wind lifts the clear waves, the fragrance surges, and no one enters the lotus in the boat.

Yesterday, Ruan Lang said goodbye and drank alone under the moon, reflecting his solitary shadow.

The flowers and leaves on the other side cherish each other, and the thousand-year dream turns to sadness and helplessness.

Along the way, the dark eyes are filled with tears, and tea leaves are blooming on the banks of the Forgotten River.

I held my hand for about three lives in my previous life, and I will be a stranger in my next life.

In the marriage that has fallen into bloom, for whom do you add makeup and wear red clothes?

【Bana Flower】

The crane in silk scarf swings its feather fan in its cloak, plowing the land and feeling at ease.

Longzhong is divided into three parts of the world, and Wolong is surrounded by tsunamis.

Burning Red Cliff and defeating Cao Cao's bandits, all the food and troops were enough to help the dynasty.

The White Emperor asked Gu Gu to exhaust his legs and arms, and he was physically and mentally exhausted during the southern and northern expeditions.

The hero was short of breath and regretted drinking elixir.

【Sichuan Prime Minister】

Rare phoenix eyes and silkworm eyebrows, a face as heavy as jujube and a beautiful beard.

He stepped off the red rabbit horse chasing the wind, and the blue dragon Yan Yue waved in his hand.

Zuo's Spring and Autumn Recital is flowing, and the loyalty and loyalty follow with a glass of wine in Taoyuan.

The warm wine and the fragrant Huangquan are paid, and the battle of Dong Zhuo is famous.

The formation beheaded Yan Liang and Bi Luo, and the owl among the thousands of troops returned.

He was in Cao's camp, his heart was with the Han people, and he rode thousands of miles alone to find Liu Bei.

Five passes and six generals are difficult to guard, guarding the Xiang River on the border of Jingzhou.

The defeat of Pang De shook China, and Maicheng was defeated and burned to ashes.

【Ode to Guan Gong】

Holding the rosary in hand, folding the sutras, and knocking the wooden fish on the house. Escape to the empty door, wear black hair as yesterday, and go through the hardships under Zen. The words of desire are deeply locked, and if you don't hear the fireworks, where can you be happy? Let your spirit be free, and the moment will be wasted, in front of the court.

Flowers bloom and fall. [Monk's Fu]

He is impoverished and has the breeze on his sleeves. He is not full after three meals and has four books and five classics.

Green years pass by, drums at dusk and bells in the morning. Saints and sages pass by, and their fame fades.

Reading hard in the dry forest, I suddenly noticed a phantom. The arrows were all bare, and they screamed pitifully.

The scholar took pity on him and pulled out the arrow to heal the pain. He cut off his clothes and wrapped the wound in his arms.

The hunters are coming, and the horses' hooves are trampling. The scholar is drinking, and the shadow of the fox is visible.

A group of people appeared in green clothes, and their words came out of silver bells. The fragrant wind blew on their faces, and the scholars were destined to be together.
To be continued...