dhibooks Chapter 288 Volume 5 8 Sounds of Ganzhou
Chapter 288 Volume 5 8 Sounds of Ganzhou
Preface:
[-]: "Touching Fish" Jin: Yuan Haowen
Ask the lotus root and how much silk there is, who does the lotus heart know is suffering?
The two flowers are tender and tender, they are just children of the old family.
God has promised.Don't even teach, life and death Yuanyangpu?
Sunset was speechless.In the smoke of thanking guests, the Xiangfei River is not a heartbroken place.
Xiangdao Meng, fortunately Ganoderma lucidum.The world looks up to the present and the past.
The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. Love is there, and I hate not to bury the loess.
The acacia tree, fleeting years, was mistaken by the west wind for no reason.
Lanzhou stays short.Afraid to come back again with wine, the red clothes are half off, lying in the wind and rain in a mess.
Two: "Butterfly Love Flower" Song: Su Shi
The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small.When the swallows, green water around people.
There are few willows on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass in the end of the world.
The swing in the wall is outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, the ladies in the wall laugh.
Laughing gradually fell silent, but passionate but was ruthlessly annoyed.
Three: "Man Jianghong" Song: Yue Fei
Angry, leaning on the railing, the Xiaoxiao rain rested.
Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.
Thirty fame, dust and soil, eight thousand miles, clouds and moon.
Don't wait any longer, the young head is white, empty and sad!
Jingkang shame is still not snowing; when will the courtiers hate it?
Drive a long car and cross the Helan Mountain.
Aspirations hungry for the Hulu meat, and laughed and thirst for the blood of the Huns.
Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!
Four: "Magnolia Flower": Song Zhu Dunru
Liu Lang is old, no matter the peach blossoms, he still laughs.
To listen to the pipa, the warbler crows in the heavy courtyard to find Xie's house.
At the end of the song, people are drunk, more like tears on the Xunyang River.
Thousands of miles of east wind, the country's broken mountains and rivers are shining red.
Five: "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou": Song Su Shi
The affectionate wind rolls the tide, and the tide returns mercilessly.
On the Qiantang River, at the Xixing Pukou, how many times is the slanting light?
Don't think about the present and the past, but look up to the past.Who is like Dongpo old, white head forgetting the machine.
Remember the West Bank of the West Lake, the benefits of Zhengchun Mountain, the green sky and the smoke.
Even if you are a poet, you are as rare as me and you.
In about another year, the east will return to the sea, and I hope that Xie Gongya will not violate it.
Xizhou Road, don't look back, get dressed for me