Modern edition!

Lonely village sunset, the old tree west of Western jackdaw with light smoke, the moon dim candle shadow, who solo, pipa unfinished. Time flies. Looking back, where are the Iraqi people?

The heart is like a transparent wing, following the track of mountains and rivers, chasing the wings of dreams, circulating for thousands of years, looking for Tang Zhiyun.

The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks. The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe.

The bright moon pours out like fog, and the lush pine forest stretches for lush years. The moonlight in the night sky is as light as water, rambling, the night is ups and downs, and the moon has not slept. The flat sand is covered with fine grass and filled with the chill of clear autumn. The clear spring reflects the moon and the flowing water whispers. The moon is scattered in the pine forest, and the water flows between the stones, jingling and dripping happily. Whoever talks and laughs is not finished. After the bamboo forest is lightly flooded, the Tao is the way home for Huan women. When the wind blows, the water waves are sparkling. At this time, the flowers are in full bloom, just the color of water. The boat on the river walked alone, but when I saw the ups and downs of leaves, I suddenly looked back and the sky was green, just like traveling in a world of pictorial.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? .

As night falls, the wind blows, the Xunyang River is sparkling, and Yile comes from the boat. Thousands of emotions come to mind, and the sunset is around the lonely day. My heart is lost, my heart is fascinated by the boat, my eyes are eager to wear it, and I can't find it. What year is this year? At this time, the bright moon is there. According to the ancients, I lamented yesterday's flowing water and hated today's loneliness. There are thousands of tears in compassion, and the world knows each other.

A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.

Since I left you, my heart is always sad, and white catkins are flying in the wind. The drizzle has been flying with butterflies. You went to Xiaoxiang and I went to Qin. Since then, we have lived far apart. Looking at the present years and recalling the past people, falling out of the water is like people's feelings. When will you stop lingering? Past feelings and present things will all go up in smoke. In the past, Chu Yang was thirty years old. How could you forget? What do you expect every night? Where is duckweed's career? This feeling can be buried in the bottom of my heart. At this moment, I swear I will never forget the end of the world, and I will cry alone when I wake up. ...

Gone with the world is like a dream. In the end, things are hard to predict. Flowers fade into smoke, and the moonlight is like water. Where are the moongazers? The scenery is vaguely like last year.

Peach flies away, burning its brilliance, poetry talks about the prosperous Tang Dynasty, feeling my heart, Tang Zhiyun.