Ten poems of Liu Yongzi
Rain ringing bells
Chilling and poignant. For the long pavilion late, the rain first rested.
Dumen tent drinking is unorthorganized, nostalgic place, Lan Zhou urged.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears in their eyes, they were speechless and choked.
Thoughts go, thousands of miles of smoke, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.
Amorous parting from ancient wounds. More that can be, snubbed the Autumn Festival.
Where is the wine awake tonight, the willow bank, the wind and the moon.
This past year should be a good day and a good situation.
Even if there are a thousand customs, let alone who to say.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou
On Xiao Xiao twilight rain sprinkled on the river sky, a wash of autumn.
The frost and wind are tight, the Guanhe river is cold, and the building is left behind.
It is a place where the red decays and the green is reduced, and the radial things are rested.
Only the water of the Yangtze River flows in the east without words.
I can't bear to climb high and go far, look at my hometown, and it is difficult to return to my hometown.
Sighing over the years, what is the bitter drowning.
Want to be beautiful, make up the building, mistakenly a few times, the sky knows the boat.
Knowing me, leaning on the railing, I am frowning!
Qu yu tube
Longshou clouds flew, the riverside night, smoke waves full of eyes for a long time.
A look at the Guanhe Xiaosuo, a thousand miles in autumn, endure the gaze?
Jinjing, Yingying Fairy, don't come to Jinzi to end up with a puppet.
The broken goose has no evidence, and Ran Ran flies down to Tingzhou, thinking leisurely.
Secretly thinking about how many, happy and happy meetings;
Do you know that the difficult period of gathering and dispersing turns into rain and hate clouds? Block the chase.
Every time you climb the mountain near the water, you will provoke the heart of life,
A dullness, a never-ending day, but downstairs.
Bamboo horses
Deng lonely fortress is desolate, dangerous pavilions are overlooked, and the silence is near the smoke.
To the female neon hanging rain, the male wind whisks the sills, slightly collecting the heat.
Gradually feel a leaf of autumn, residual cicadas noisy late, vegetarian business timing.
The scenery wants to be happy, referring to the divine capital, not the depths of fog and smoke.
To this sense of pursuit, new sorrows are easy to accumulate, so it is difficult for people to gather.
With high ends, the day condenses. Win the Soul Destroyer Speechless.
Extremely eye Ji Misty, Raven Chaos, Xiao Suo JiangCheng Twilight.
The south building painted the corner, and sent the remnants of the sun to go.
Junior Tour
Jagged Smoke Tree Baling Bridge. The wind and things are facing forward.
Declining Yang Gu Liu, after several climbs and folds, haggard Chu Palace waist.
The sunset is idle and the autumn light is old, away from the thought of mangao.
A song of Yang Guan, the sound of broken intestines, alone with Lan Juan.
Chang'an Ancient Road horse delay. Tall willows roost cicadas.
Outside the sunset island, on the autumn wind field, the eyes are broken for four days.
Guiyun has gone without a trace, where is the early stage.
The fox is rusty, the drunkard Is Xiao Suo, not like last year.
Look out over the tide
Southeast shape sheng, three Wu metropolis, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times.
Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain green curtain, jagged 100,000 homes.
Cloud trees wrap around the embankment. The furious waves roll frost and snow, and the sky is endless.
The city is full of pearls, and the household is full of luxury.
Heavy lake stacked with Qingjia. There are three autumn guizi and ten lotus flowers.
Qiangguan makes it clear, Lingge pans the night, and plays fishing for Lotus Baba.
A thousand riders with high teeth. Take a drunken listen to the drums and enjoy the smoke.
The other-day map will be a good scene, return to Fengchiqua.
Jade butterfly
Looking at the rain and the clouds, quietly, watching the autumn light.
The evening scenery is sparse, and Song Yu is sad.
The water and wind are light, the apple flowers are getting old, the moon dew is cold, and the leaves are yellow.
Wounded. Where the old man is, the smoke and water are vast.
unforgettable. Literary cocktail parties, a few lonely winds and moons, and repeated star frosts.
The sea is wide and the mountains are far away, and it is unknown where Xiaoxiang is!
Reading the double swallow, it is difficult to rely on the long letter, referring to the twilight sky and the return of the air.
Look at each other. In the sound of the broken hong, the sun is tilted.
Qi
In the late autumn, a light rain sprinkled on the garden.
The sills are sparse, the wells are chaotic, and the smoke is mutilated.
Sadly, looking at the river pass, flying clouds between the dim sunset.
At that time, Song Yu felt sad and went to this water and climbed the mountain.
Long distances, pedestrians miserable, tired of listening to the babbling of Longshui.
The cicadas groaned at the leaves, and the grass faded, and the corresponding noise was made.
Orphaned, living like a year.
The wind and dew gradually change, quietly to the point of being more abrupt.
Long heaven is pure, the river is shallow, and Haoyue Chanjuan.
Thoughts. The night is eternal to the scene, that is like a secret thought of the past.
Unnamed and unnamed, Qi Mo Red Chamber, often extended by years.
The scenery of Dili is good, and when there is a young day, the twilight feast is happy.
In the case of crazy friends and strange couples, when the song is in the wine competition, staying connected.
Don't come to the scenery like a shuttle, the old tour is like a dream, and the smoke and water are limited.
Thinking of fame and fortune, haggard for a long time. Chasing the past, empty sadness.
The leaky arrow moves, and I feel a little cold. Gradually whimpering, painting corners a few times.
To the idle window, stop the lights to dawn, holding the shadow sleeplessly.
Licorice seeds
Autumn twilight, sprinkling of decaying lotus, rain of pearls.
Rain over the moon Watson, cold through the Mandarin Duck Pu.
Ikegami has no partner, Nai this, single-dwelling emotion!
But the golden cage parrot, chanting the words of the pink lang.