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

Chapter 60 Tang Poetry and Song Ci Poetry Part [-]

Partridge sky

The colorful sleeves held the jade bell diligently, but in those days, the beauty was drunk.Dancing low to the moon in the heart of the willow tower, singing to the wind under the peach blossom fan, remembering each other after we said goodbye, how many times have we shared the same dreams with you?There are only a few silver photos left tonight, as if the meeting was a dream.

Ruan Lingui

The golden palm dew turns into frost in the sky, and the clouds grow with the wild geese.Green and red sleeves take advantage of the Double Ninth Festival, and the human feelings are like hometown.The orchid is purple, the chrysanthemum hairpin is yellow, and the old madness is diligent and managed.If you want to exchange intoxication for desolation, don’t break your heart by singing clear songs.

Yu Jie Xing

The green trees in the south of the street are filled with spring catkins.A snow-filled spring outing.There are bright flowers and delicate clouds at the top of the tree, and there are red doors at the bottom of the tree. The north tower is idle, the sparse curtains are rolled up, and you can see the trees on the south side of the street.I still feel carefree when I lean against the langan, and it rains at dusk several times.In late spring, nine horses were riding on the moss, and they once stood deep in the green shade.The fallen flowers are still there, the fragrant screen is empty, where do you know the human face?

Bu Suanzi sends Bao Haoran to east Zhejiang

The water is like waves in the eyes, and the mountains are like eyebrows and peaks. I want to ask pedestrians where to go?The brows and eyes are full of beauty.Only then did I send spring back, and then sent you back.If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch spring, you will live with it.

The residence of Bu Suanzi in Dinghuiyuan, Huangzhou

The missing moon hangs on the sparse tung trees, which makes people feel quiet at first.Who sees a lonely person walking around alone?Misty and solitary shadow.Startled but looked back, no one can spare the regret.Picking out all the cold branches and refusing to live on them, the lonely sandbank is cold.

Jiangchengzi hunting in Mizhou

The old man chatted about his youthful madness. He held a yellow hand on his left hand and a green hand on his right hand. He wore a brocade hat and a mink fur coat, and rode thousands of horses to roll around a flat hill. In order to repay the beautiful city, he followed the prefect, shot tigers himself, and watched Sun Lang.Drunk, the chest is still open.It doesn’t matter if there’s a little frost on the temples!In the cloud of Chijie, when will Feng Tang be sent?He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.

Xijiang Yuepingshan Hall

After passing Pingshan Hall three times, I heard the sound of a snap of my fingers.I haven’t seen the old immortal in ten years.Dragons and snakes were flying on the wall.If you want to pay tribute to the governor, you still sing the spring breeze of the willows.Don't say that everything will be empty when you turn around. When you don't turn around, it's just a dream.

Liangzhou Ci

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and there is a lone city Wanrenshan.

Why bamboo flute complain willow, spring is not degree Pass.

Homecoming Ou Shu

The young and the young left home and returned to their hometown.

The children met each other, and smiled and asked where the guests came from.

Yong Liu

The jasper makeup is one tree high, and ten thousand green silk ribbons hang down.

I wonder who cuts out the thin leaves?The spring breeze in February is like scissors.

Taohuaxi

The flying bridge is faintly separated by wild smoke, and fishing boats are on the west bank of Shiji.

The peach blossoms follow the flowing water all day long. Where is the hole in the clear stream?

Liangzhou Ci

The luminous cup of grape wine reminds me immediately if I want to drink the pipa.

Drunk lying in the battlefield, Lord Grim, a few people have fought back in ancient times.

Farewell to Xin Jian at Furong Tower

Entering Wu in the cold rainy night, I see off my guests in Chu Shangu in the morning.

Luoyang relatives and friends are asking each other, a piece of ice is in the jade pot.

grudge

The young woman in the boudoir doesn't know how to worry, she goes to Cuilou with her makeup in spring.

Suddenly I saw the color of the willows on the street, regretting the husband-in-law looking for the title.

Erotica

Last night the wind opened and exposed the peaches on the well, and the moon was high in the front hall of Weiyang.

Song and dance in Pingyang is newly favored, and brocade robes are bestowed by the cold spring outside the curtain.

long-lasting resentment

The golden palace is opened in Pingming, and for the time being the fans will be hanging around together.

The jade face is not as bright as the color of a jackdaw, but still carries the shadow of the sun.

Get out of the blockade

Qin Shiming Moon and Han Shiguan, Wanli Long March people have not returned.

But so that the Dragon City Feijiang will be there, he will not teach Huma Du Yinshan.

Join the army

Qinghai Changyun dark snow mountain, lonely city looks at Yumen Pass.

Huang Sha wears gold armor in battle, and will not pay back without breaking Loulan.

Recalling Shandong Brothers on September [-]

To be a stranger in a foreign country alone, think of love every time during the festive season.

Yaozhi brothers climbed the heights, and one less cornel was inserted everywhere.

Weicheng Song

The rain in Weicheng is light and dusty, and the guest house is green and new.

Advise Jun to make a glass of wine even more, and there is no reason for him to go out of Yangguan.

Autumn Night Song

The autumn dew of Gui Po's new life is slight, but the light Luo has been thin and has not changed its clothes.

The silver zheng has been played diligently for a long time at night, but I am timid and can't bear to return to the empty room.

Send Meng Haoran to Guangling

The old friend left the Yellow Crane Tower in the west.Fireworks in Yangzhou in March.

The shadow of the lone sail in the distance is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.

(End of this chapter)