Wei Zi Hotel Recitation

Bieqing of four pieces of fish in Nanlv.

Hanqin Guan

Since farewell, it is difficult to give up, when can I lose a little acacia?

Brush Yang Huaxue with diaphragm sleeve.

The stream is inclined, the mountain is covered, and people walk!

Yang Chunqu's physical feelings

Bai Pu

Good things are never born frugal. Since ancient times, melons are bitter and sweet. Your mother urges you to tighten the clamp, which is very strict. The more you hinder it, the more you feel.

Tianjin Sha Qiu Si

Ma Zhiyuan

Old vines and faint crows, small bridges and flowing water. The ancient road and the west wind are thin. When the sun sets, heartbroken people are at the end of the world.

Days net sand autumn

Bai Pu

The sunset in the lonely village, the light smoke from the old tree in the west of Western jackdaw, and the shadow of Hong Fei. Green mountains and green waters, white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.

Shanyang Tongguan nostalgia

Zhang

The peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are like Tongguan Road. Looking at Xijing from afar, I hesitated and lamented the Qin and Han Dynasties. Ten thousand rooms in Quegong have been buried. Xing, the people suffer. Death makes people suffer.

Maihuasheng nostalgia

Zhang Kejiu

Yu Ji died on the banks of the Wujiang River, and the war has burned the red cliff. General Ban Chao died in Yumenguan in vain. The sad flames of Qin and Han Dynasties have made countless people miserable, and those who study can only sigh deeply.

Two-tone night boat Qiu Si

Ma Zhiyuan

A hundred years old is like a butterfly in a dream. It's a pity to look back. Today, spring has come, the flowers of the Ming Dynasty have withered, and the midnight light is urgently punished.

Song ci

Huanxisha

Yan Shu

A new song and a glass of wine. Last year, the weather got old. When does the sun set?

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns. Wandering alone in the small garden, fragrant path.

Sword and song

Yan Shu

When the swallow comes, the news agency comes, and the pear blossoms, it will be clear.

There are mosses at two or three o'clock on the pond and one or two orioles at the bottom of the leaves. The days are long and the ice floes are light.

Smile at the oriental female companion, Sang Daoying.

The suspect slept well last spring, but Yuan won today. Laughter comes from two faces.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Yan Shu

Small print means business is average.

It's hard to feel that the geese are in the clouds and the fish are in the water.

The setting sun leans on the west wing alone, and the distant mountain is facing the curtain hook.

People don't know where, but the green waves still flow eastward.

Serenade of peace and joy/lyrics of peace, tranquility and joy

Yan Shu

The golden wind is thin, and the leaves fall.

When people first taste green and drunk, they sleep soundly at the pillow window.

Lagerstroemia speciosa Zhu Jin flowers, sunset wither.

Shuang Yan will return to the season. Silverscreen was slightly cold last night.

Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia

Su Shi

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.

Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.

The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.

The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.

A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes.

I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.

Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.

Ding Fengbo

Su Shi

On March 7th, it rained on Hu Sha Road. Rain gear came first, and colleagues were in a mess. I don't know, but it cleared up, so I pretended to do it.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely.

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.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Su Shi

Flowers wither and red apricots are small.

Swallows fly, green water people go around.

There are few willows blowing on the branches, but there are many herbs in the sea.

Swing inside and outside the wall

The layman in the wall, the beauty in the wall laughs.

The laughter faded away, but the passion was ruthlessly annoyed.

Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting

Su Shi

I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right.

Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts.

In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan.

I drank wine, my mind was broadened, my courage was more heroic, and my sideburns were slightly white. Why not?

When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei?

I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.

On the twentieth day of my first month in Jiangchengzi Mao Yi, I remembered my dream day and night.

Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are two boundless.

Never think, never forget.

Appreciation of Song Ci

A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.

Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home.

Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.

Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears

It is estimated that the annual heartbroken place, moonlit night, short matsuoka.

Words in the second rhyme of Shui Long Yin

Su Shi

Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground.

Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection.

It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly.

To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.

I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers.

Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken.

If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water.

In detail, it seems that it is not a small flower, but a drop of tears.

Prelude to water melody

Su Shi

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance.

I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time.

I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade.

Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self.

The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone?

People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past.

I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Bu operator

Su Shi

The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping.

Who saw you alone, vague and lonely.

At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings.

It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.

Xijiang month

Su Shi

Jade bone's melancholy fog, ice muscle has its own fairy wind.

The sea fairy hangs her green hair upside down when she sends out a fragrant cluster.

Plain noodles are often too pink, and the lips are not red when washing makeup.

The high sentiment has vanished, and I don't dream with Lihua.

Complain about one's feelings

Lu you

In those days, Wanli sought a seal, and one horse guarded Liangzhou.

Now the military life of defending the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur.

The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry.

In this life, who knows, my heart is in Tianshan, and I am always in Cangzhou!

Copy of

Lu you

Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow.

The east wind is evil, and the feelings are thin.

A sad mood, a cable that I haven't seen for years.

No! No! No!

Spring is the same, people are empty, and tears are red and sad.

Peach blossoms fall. Leisure swimming pool hall.

Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.

Mo! Mo! Mo!

Chaitoufeng decoction pill

The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late;

The wind is dry, the tears are residual,

If you have to worry, just say it alone.

Difficult! Difficult! Difficult!

People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away;

The horn is cold and the night is hazy.

Afraid of being asked questions, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy.

Hide, hide, hide!

Jade box (Yuanxi)

Xin Qiji

One night, the east wind made up thousands of trees and flowers, blowing off the stars and rain.

BMW carved cars and incense filled the road.

Phoenix flute moves, jade pot turns, fish dragon dances all night.

Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone.

Looking for him in the crowd,

Suddenly looking back, the man was there, dimly lit.

Touch the fish

Xin Qiji

How many storms can you save?

In a hurry, spring is back.

Cherish spring and fear early flowers,

Besides, there are countless red dots.

Live in spring. See said:

There is no turning back at the end of the world.

Hate spring and have no words.

Only hospitality,

Draw a spider web on the roof,

Yogyakarta flies.

Nagato,

It's not right to be polite.

Moth eyebrows used to be enviable.

A thousand dollars to buy each other as a gift,

Who is complaining about this situation?

Don't dance, don't you see,

Yuhuan Yan Fei is dusty!

Leisure is the hardest.

Don't lean against the fence,

The sun sets,

Willow is heartbroken.

Xijiangyue Xin Qiji

Middle section of Huangsha Road at night

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Xin Qiji, the top scholar.

Send strong words to Chen Tongfu.

Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.

Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.

Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.

It's a pity that the king won fame both before and after his death.

Bodhisattva Man Xin Qiji

Mouth wall in the west of Shujiang River

How many pedestrians shed tears in the middle of Qingjiang River in Yugutai.

Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless poor mountains.

Castle peak can't cover up, after all, it flows east.

In the evening, the river is gloomy and there are partridges in the mountains.

Nanxiangzi Xin Qiji

Gu Beiting is pregnant.

Where to see China? Full of scenery, Gu Bei Building.

How many things have ups and downs, long years.

The Yangtze River stretches as far as the eye can see.

I was too young to stop fighting in the southeast.

Who is the world hero? Cao Liu. Children should be like Sun Zhongmou.

Yong Yu le Jing kou gu Bei ting nostalgia

Song Xin qi Ji

Throughout the ages, heroes can't find Sun Zhongmou.

Pavilions and pavilions, singing stage, wind and rain will always blow away romantic feelings.

The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived.

Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!

However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent.

I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou.

Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple.

Who will ask, how is Lian Po's appetite when he is old?

Tasha Qin Xing Temple

The fog is gone, the moon is gone, and Taoyuan is nowhere to be found.

The lonely pavilion closes the moon in Joan Hinton, and the cuckoo sounds in the setting sun.

Plum blossoms are sent by mail, and fish live long. This hatred has no weight.

Fortunately, Chen Qiang bypassed Chen Shan. Who did he get off in Xiaoxiang for?

Que Qiao xian Qin Guan

The thin clouds in the sky are changing, the meteors in the sky convey the sadness of acacia, and the endless galaxy I quietly crossed tonight.

On the seventh day of autumn dew and autumn, it is time to meet, mostly those who are together in the world, but the appearance of husband and wife.

Common complaint against acacia, tender feelings like water, meet each other as if it were a dream, when it is hard to see the bridge.

As long as two people love us to the end, why covet my Heron?

Li Yu Langtaosha

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.

Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.

I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Not leaning on the fence, the vast mountains and rivers,

It's easier to see when it's not.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Yu Meiren Li Yu

When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.

The small building blew eastward again last night.

The old country can't bear to look back on the mid-Ming Dynasty.

Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.

Ask how sad you can be,

Like a river flowing eastward.

Yinghuan (1) Li Yu

The flowers in the forest have withered,

Too hasty,

Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears,

Stay drunk (stay drunk),

When does it weigh,

Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Ying Huan (2) Li Yu

Go to the west wing without saying a word,

The moon is like a hook,

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn.

Keep cutting,

The reason is still confusing,

It's sadness,

It's not just the general taste.

Liu Yong Yulinling

The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo.

Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if there are thousands of customs offices in Qian Qian, who should I talk to?

Liu Yong, an iris

It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?

I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.

Liu Yong, Yi Di Jing

Thin pillow weather. It feels like love at first sight. The exhibition became a little cold. Get up and go to sleep. After all, I can't sleep, and the night is as long as years.

I'm going to stay, but I'm going back to Levi's. I have plans to fight for resistance again. Ten thousand kinds of thoughts, many solutions, only loneliness and fatigue. This is my life, and I have shed a thousand tears for you.

Yulanman (3-2 Southern Rhythm) Liu Yong

It's brilliant to tear down tung flowers, and after the rain, it's clear. Apricots are watering the forest, peaches are embroidered in the wild, and the scenery is like a screen. Temptation. Try to win, suddenly carved saddle (towel) out of the suburbs. The wind is warm and the strings are crisp, and thousands of families compete to play new sounds.

Yingying. Go for a walk and mow the grass. People are gorgeous and likable. I often go to the roadside, leaving my hair behind, and the pearls are vertical and horizontal. Love. For Jalidi, the trust in gold has been exhausted. You will never be able to fight the Ming Dynasty.

Jade Butterfly (one of the five sons, Lv Xian Diao) Liu Yong

Looking at the rain, the clouds were broken, quietly looking at Qiu Guang. The bleak evening scene made Song Yu sad. The water is light, the apple is old, the moon is cold and the leaves are yellow. Emotional distress. Where is the old friend, the smoke is boundless.

Unforgettable, literary cocktail party, a few lonely romances, repeated star frost. The sea is vast and the mountains are far away, and I don't know where Xiaoxiang is. Reading Shuang Yan's hard-to-trust letters, returning home at dusk with no knowledge. Look at each other in the dark. In the sound of the broken rainbow, the sunset stands.

Ding Fengbo (Lin) liuyong

Now that spring has come, it is green and red, and the heart is like cocoa. In the morning, flowers are spent on the tip, and the warbler wears a willow belt, but she still lies on the musk. Crispy and cloud-averse. Tired of combing all day. It's nothing. When I hated Bai Qing, there were no audio books.

If I had known. Regret not locking the saddle. When I arrived at the phoenix window, I was only concerned with that person, like a pipe, and I was rigidly attached to teaching chanting lessons. Follow the town and don't give up. Needle and thread are idle. Sit with Yi. And me. Avoid youth, lightness and yin deficiency.

Pour a cup of music (Lv Xian Palace) Liu Yong

No deep leakage of flowers, long-lasting embroidery, warm scenery and clothes. Change the scenery, the city gate is twelve, the Lantern Festival is three to five, and the silver toad is full. Li Anyun restored Ling Fei's point of view. The emperor is beautiful and full of smoke. Cuihua is lucky to be in Yuen Long, a multi-level city.

Dragons, phoenixes, candles and shining stars. Open a feather fan on Aoshan Mountain, just a stone's throw away. There are two immortals in HuiYueFu and ukulele in Liyuan. It's dawn and everyone is still here. Wells and mountains are everywhere. Regardless of age, in the battle of heaven, I often look forward to the Phoenix.

Wang Haichao (Lv Xian tune) Liu Yong

Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the bank and sand. The raging waves roll with frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. Pearl in the city, luxury in every household.

Thick lakes overlap and are clear. There are Sanqiu cassia seed and Shili Lotus. Qiang tube clear sky in Wan Li, night, enjoy the lotus. A thousand riders have high teeth. Drunk to listen to the flute and drum, enjoy the haze. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.

Klang Ganzhou (Lv Xian tune) Liu Yong

Wash away the clear autumn for rainy days. The frost and wind are sad and the river is cold. Red flowers wither everywhere, and all the beautiful scenery gradually disappears. Only the gushing water of the Yangtze river flows eastward without sound.

Without the heart to climb the distance and overlook the distant home, it is difficult to gather the desire to go home. Sigh for years, why stay. Miss a beautiful woman, dress up and look up, miss a few times, God knows how to get back to the boat. Worried about knowing me, leaning against the fence.

He (Huangzhonggong) Liu Yong

Gold list. I lost hope. The temporary legacy of the Ming dynasty. If you fail, you must struggle. There's no need to talk about mourning. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes.

Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggled up to the red jade, had an affair, and life was smooth sailing. Youth is a soldier. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.

Dimfragrance, ginger, old moonlight. Look at me a few times. Bian Mei can play the flute. Arouse jade people and climb regardless of the cold. He Xun is old now and has forgotten. But strangely, the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the incense is cold into the Yao mat. Jiangguo. It is silence. Sighed away, the snow began to accumulate at night. Cui Zun cries easily. Red calyx is silent and nostalgic. Chang Ji once joined hands to crush thousands of trees, making the West Lake cold and blue. Piece by piece, blow it out, when can I see it?

Manjiang Hongyuefei

Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling.

Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.

Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Don't be idle, it's white and sad.

Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it?

Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain.

Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.

Stay from the beginning, clean up the old rivers and mountains, and go to the sky.

Man Jianghong felt Yue Fei when climbing the Yellow Crane Tower.

Looking at the Central Plains from a distance, there are many battlements.

Think of that year, flowers covered willows and protected Fengtai Long Ting.

Long live the Pearl in front of the mountain, and Penghu Temple is full of songs.

So far, the iron hoof is full of suburbs and the dust is flying.

The soldiers are there, and the ointment is on the front line. People live in peace and fill in the gaps.

Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse.

When you ask for a sharp brigade, cross the Qinghe River with a whip.

But come back, continue your trip to Hanyang and ride the yellow crane!

Xiao Zhongshan flies more and more

I couldn't stop singing last night.

It's already midnight.

Stand up and walk around the steps alone.

When people are quiet, the moon is bright outside the curtain.

Whitehead is fame, old mountain is old, which hinders the return journey.

I want to talk to Yao Qin.

There are few bosom friends, and no one listens to the broken string.

Bao Dao ge yue Fei

I have a treasure knife,

Hidden in the dark.

At present, we are giving gifts to the envoys in the south.

Purple flies in Gan Qing.

Of sea water boiling,

Refers to the mountain shaking.

Crocodiles curl up in strange shapes,

Tigers, leopards, battle suits, ghosts.

When I sing the dragon, I feel pain.

Whew, do your best to suppress the arrogance of heaven.

Stupid, stupid, stupid,

Get together like a group of people.

Your majesty died here,

The red stove is burning with charcoal.

Hit Kay, report to the son of heaven,

Yuntai Green spoke highly of it.

Hey!

Keywords Pingyiman, autonomous labor,

If a chess piece commits a crime in the market, a horse will benefit.

I will be extravagant and extravagant, and I will be insatiable.

Pretending to be a prisoner and inviting a golden mink.

Your Majesty tried this knife one by one,

Can make the dust in the four seas disappear,

Wan's inspirational song Tang Yao.

Xin Qiji, a native of Qingpingle Village.

The eaves are low and small,

Green grass by the stream.

Drunk and charming,

Who has white hair?

The big-eared hoe fights west and east,

Zhong Er is knitting a chicken coop.

I like children and scoundrels best,

Lying at the head of a stream peeling lotus flowers.

Liang Zhu [3] Ouyang Xiu

How deep is the yard? The willow piles up smoke, but the curtain is not heavy. Jade music carving saddle tour smelting place, the building is not high, look at Zhangtai Road.

March storm, closing at dusk, not planning to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers silently, and red flies over the swing.

My eyes are a little flowery. . . Some formats have not changed. . Wait and change