Douluo: The Lower Realm of the Children of the King of God and the Lord God

Chapter 59 Tang Poetry and Song Ci Poetry Six

Cinnamon sticks

It is late autumn in my motherland and the weather is beginning to calm down when I come to see you off.Thousands of miles of clear river looks like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters.The expedition sails to the setting sun, with the west wind at our back and the wine flag standing slantingly.The clouds are light on the colorful boat, the herons are rising on the stars and rivers, and it is difficult to draw a picture.Thinking about the past and prosperous competition, sighing at the building outside the door.Sorrow and hatred continue.For thousands of years, I have been proud of my high position, and I have long lamented this honor and disgrace.The old things of the Six Dynasties flow with the flowing water, but the cold smoke and the fragrant grass are green.To this day, Shang girls still sing this song all the time, leaving behind songs in the backyard.

Lang Tao Sha Ling

Ilu and his father are in decline, and they have gone through all the troubles.One is a fisherman and the other is a farm servant.If he hadn't met him at that time, he would have become a hero in his old age.Tang and Wu meet by chance, wind, tiger, cloud and dragon.King Xing was only talking and laughing.Thousands of years later, who can compete with me for credit?

Qingpingle

I can't stay in the spring, and I spend all my time talking about it.The red palace and brocade are all over the ground, and there was a storm in the south garden last night.

Xiao Lian plays the pipa for the first time, and her thoughts wander around the world at dawn.If you don't want to paint a small house, the spring breeze will bloom freely.

Linjiangxian

After the dream, the balcony is high and locked, and the curtain is low when drunk.Last year, spring regret came.The falling flower man is independent, and the wisps fly together.I remember when we first met Luo Yi, we had a double heart.The pipa strings speak of lovesickness.The bright moon was there at that time, and it once illuminated the colorful clouds.

Butterfly Love Flower

I dreamed of entering the Yanshui Road in the south of the Yangtze River. I traveled all the way to the south of the Yangtze River without meeting anyone else.There is nothing to say when you are sleeping, and you are melancholy when you wake up.If you try to exhaust all this love letter, it will end up with no evidence.But relying on the slow string song to say goodbye, the broken heart moves the Qin Zheng pillar.

Magnolia

The east wind is ruthless again, blowing the pink and red colors all over the ground.The curtains of the green building do not hide my sorrow, but I still feel like I was last year today.Who would have thought that I would be in charge of spring remnant affairs by mistake, and I would shed tears every time I visit them.At this time, the calendula is 2 inches deep. How drunk can you be when you see all the falling flowers?

Siyuan people

The red leaves and yellow flowers are in late autumn, and I miss travelers who have traveled thousands of miles.The flying clouds have passed, and I have no letter when I return home. Where can I send a letter?When the tears fall out of the window, I spin the inkstone to grind the ink.Gradually I wrote goodbye. Deep in my feelings, the red paper was colorless.

Zhongnan bieye

He was quite well-intentioned when he was middle-aged, and he came home to Nanshan in his later years.

When Xinglai goes alone, he knows nothing about victory.

Go to the water poverty and sit and watch the clouds rise.

Occasionally, I visited Lin Sou, chatting and laughing for a long time.

Presented to Meng Haoran

I love Confucius, and I heard it all over the world.

Hong Yan gave up the crown, and Bai Yun was in Songyun.

The drunken moon frequently hits the holy, and the lost flowers do not matter.

Alpine mountain can be admired, Qingfen.

Farewell at Jingmen Gate

Outside the Jingmen Gate, come from Chu Kingdom.

The mountains follow Hirano, and the river flows into the great wasteland.

Flying under the moon, Yunsheng Jiehai Tower.

Still pity the water in his hometown, seeing off the boat for thousands of miles.

Sending friends

Qingshan Hengbei Guo, Baishui around the east city.

Say goodbye in here, then fight in the lonely and long way.

Fuyun wandering, the old love of the setting sun.

I waved my hand and went away, and the horses roared.

Listening to Shu monks playing the piano

A Shu monk holds the green feather in his arms and goes west to Mount Emei.

Wave your hand for me, like listening to Wanhe pine.

The guest's heart is washed by the running water, and the remaining sound is the frost bell.

I don't realize that Bishan is twilight, and the autumn clouds are dark.

Night mooring in Niuzhu, nostalgic for the past

Niuzhu Xijiang night, there is no cloud in the blue sky.

Climbing the boat and looking at the autumn moon, I recall General Xie.

I can also chant loudly, but this person cannot hear it.

Hang the sail tomorrow morning, and the maple leaves will fall one after another.

Zen Temple behind Poshan Temple

Enter the ancient temple early in the morning, and the early sunshine shines in Gaolin.

The winding path leads to the secluded place, and the zen house has deep flowers and trees.

The mountains are light and the birds are beautiful.

Everything is silent here, except for the sound of bells and chimes.

Send Supplements to Du Zuo Province

They joined forces to pursue Danbi, and divided Cao to limit Ziwei.

At dawn, the war comes in with the sky, and at dusk, the royal fragrance returns.

White hair is sad and flowers fall, Qingyun envy birds fly.

There is nothing wrong with the holy dynasty, and there are few books of self-conscious advice.

Moonlit night

Tonight in Juanzhou month, only watching in the boudoir.

Pity the children from afar, and remember Chang'an.

The fragrant mist and clouds are wet, and the jade arms are cold.

When leaning against Xuhua, double-photographing tears dry.

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