1, fisherman on the river
Song Fan Zhongyan
People who come to the river often only love perches.
Look at those poor fishermen, floating up and down in the big waves and rocking in the boats.
Pedestrians coming and going on the river only like delicious perch. Look at that small fishing boat, sometimes in the rough waves.
2. The pride of Qiu Si fishermen
Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.
Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.
Autumn is coming, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is very different from that in the south of the Yangtze River. The geese flew back to Hengyang again, without any intention of staying. At dusk, the horn sounded, and unique wind, horse flute, Qiang flute and horn sounded from all directions. In the rolling mountains, the sun sets, the smoke rises and the gates of an isolated city are closed.
After drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help thinking of my relatives thousands of miles away. At present, the war is not peaceful, and my fame and fortune have not yet been established. You can't plan ahead. There was a long sound of Qiang flute in the distance. It's very cold, and the ground is covered with frost and snow. It's late at night, and it's hard for people who fight outside to fall asleep. The general's hair is gray, and the soldiers are wiping away the tears of homesickness.
3. Su Muzhe Nostalgia
Song Fan Zhongyan
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
The sky is blue, yellow leaves fall all over the ground, the autumn colors on the horizon are connected with autumn waves, and the waves are filled with slightly chilly autumn smoke. The distant mountains bathe in the sunset, and the sky is connected with the river. Grass that doesn't understand the pain of homesickness extends to the sky beyond the sunset. It is sad to miss my hometown silently, and it is difficult to get rid of lingering worries. Only dreams can make people sleep at night. The bright moon shines on tall buildings, so don't lean on it alone. Frequently pour bitter wine into sorrow and turn it into acacia tears.
4. "Yu Jie Xingqiu Nostalgia"
Song Fan Zhongyan
The fallen leaves are fragrant. Rolling up the brocade curtain of pearl string, the magnificent castle is empty, only the sky is faint, and the milky head is sprinkled on the earth.
Every night, we can see the tulle moon, but the one we love is thousands of miles away.
Sadness is inch by inch, and it is hard to make yourself intoxicated if you want to drown your sorrows in wine.
Wine has no entrance, but it turns into bitter tears.
The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar.
This bitter waiting is still far away, although it is a long time, there is no way to escape.
Miscellaneous leaves fell on the stone steps covered with residual flowers, and the cold night was silent, except for the slight and subtle sound made by the cold wind blowing the leaves. The bead curtain is high and the jade building is empty. The night is faint, and the twinkling Milky Way hangs straight on the earth. Every year tonight, you can see the bright moon like satin. Every year tonight, your sweetheart is thousands of miles away.
My heart is broken, and it is hard to get drunk if I want to drown my sorrows in wine. Before the wine was finished, it turned into bitter tears. The residual light flashed and the pillow was skewed, so I tasted the taste of solitary sleep. After all, the pain of lovesickness accumulates in the brow and condenses in the heart. There is really no way to avoid it.
5. "Wild colors"
Song Fan Zhongyan
It is neither smoke nor fog, and the power reflects the balcony.
Bai Niao suddenly appeared, and the sunset was still shining.
May I sleep with the grass, I doubt that I will sail.
Who will fulfill the wish of Dashan? Get drunk before you come back.
It's not smoke or fog, it's a crowded balcony. Bai Niao came and broke the silence of the wild color; The setting sun shines low, like a sword, cut it open. How can it die with the rest of the grass? I really doubt that it followed the white sail in the distance and gradually came. Who can know the taste of the mountain Lord? Every day, he climbs high and overlooks, indulges in wild colors and gets drunk before going home.