Song: Chen

I remember drinking on the bridge at noon yesterday, and most of the people sitting inside were Hao Ying.

Long ditch Ryutsuki was silent.

In the thin shadow of apricot flowers, I played the flute until dawn.

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It has been like a dream for more than twenty years, although I am shocked.

Go to the pavilion to see the new sunshine.

How many things in ancient and modern times, fishermen sing the third.

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Memories of drinking at the noon bridge in those days are full of heroes.

Moonlight reflected on the river, quietly passed away with the water, and in the faint shadow of apricot flowers, bamboo flutes blew until dawn.

Twenty years seems like a spring dream. Although I am here, I look back with trepidation.

Bored, I boarded the attic to watch the new rain.

Throughout the ages, many historical stories have made fishermen sing in the middle of the night.

2. On Partridge Day, a guest generously talked about becoming famous for recalling the current affairs dramas of teenagers.

Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji

When I was young, I took 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry and spent too much time with them.

Jinmen soldiers are preparing quiver at night, and our Han army shoots arrows at the enemy's mother-in-law early in the morning.

Recalling the past and lamenting myself today, the spring breeze can't dye my white beard black.

I think these tens of thousands of words can pacify Jin's strategy and exchange people from the east for the book of trees.

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When I was young, I crossed the Yangtze River with more than 10,000 soldiers and elite cavalry.

Jin's soldiers prepare quiver at night, while our army shoots an arrow named Jinpu Valley at the enemy in the early morning.

Recalling the past and sighing about myself now, spring breeze can't dye my white beard black.

I think we should change the tens of thousands of words' strategy of pacifying Jin people into a book of planting trees with orientals.

3, untitled, there are no more oil trucks.

Song Dynasty: Yan Shu

There are no more cars, and there is no trace of Xiayun.

Pear flower courtyard melts the moon, and the catkin pond has a faint wind.

After a few days of loneliness and injury, there is a ban on smoking.

Fish books are posted, and water is far away and mountains are long.

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The beautiful car in which she was riding will never be seen again. Traces like the clouds of Wushan. I don't know where to go. The yard with pear blossoms and bright moon, and the pond with catkins floating in the wind evoke endless memories. The fireworks of the Cold Food Festival did not create a bleak atmosphere, but increased the sadness in my heart. I have to spend my lonely time on drinking. I want to send a love letter. Where can I send it? Mountains and rivers are far away, and I can't find the direction-just like my heart at the moment.

4. Lotus Cup Remember to spend that year.

Tang Dynasty: Wei Zhuang

I remember that year, late at night, I met Xie Niang for the first time.

On the west side of the water hall, the curtain hangs down, holding hands with darkness.

Melancholy Xiaoying waning moon, parting, soundproof dust from now on.

Now everyone is a stranger, so there is no reason to meet each other.

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I remember that night that year, Xie Niang and I first met under the flowers by the water pond.

The curtains were hung low, and the date of meeting was secretly agreed hand in hand.

Reluctant to leave, and had to break up.

Unconsciously, the waning moon will be exhausted, and the morning warbler has rung.

We broke up and haven't been in touch since.

Since we are strangers, I'm afraid we won't have a chance to meet.

5. Jiuquanzi Changyi West Lake

Song Dynasty: Pan Lang

Remember the West Lake.

Looking at the balcony all day: fishing boats in twos and threes, the island is crisp in autumn.

The flute sounded in the reeds, and Bai Niao began to walk.

Don't idle the fishing rod, think about water and clouds.

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I often think of roaming the West Lake, standing on the balcony all day, leaning against the railing and overlooking the lakes and mountains: fishing boats in twos and threes on the lake, the color of the island is high and far away.

The most unforgettable thing is that when a melodious flute came faintly from the reed swing, it alarmed the egrets living there, and they suddenly flew in droves and lined up.

I envy the scenery of the West Lake, so once I left, in my spare time, I took an interest in fishing and began to renovate fishing tools. Now I seem to be in the cool and wide autumn scenery of the West Lake.