Preface:
1: "Touching the Fish" Jin: Yuan Hao Wen
Ask the lotus root, how many threads are there, who is suffering for the lotus heart
The two flowers are delicately facing each other, but they are only children of the old family.
God has promised. Do not teach very much, Baitou lives and dies in Yuanyangpu
The sunset is silent. In the smoke of thanking guests, on the Xiangfei River, it is not the heartbroken place.
Fragrant dream, fortunately, Ganoderma Lucidum. The world looks up to the present and the past.
The sea is dry and the rocks are rotten. The love is there, and I hate not to bury the loess.
The acacia tree, which flows year by year, is misunderstood by the west wind for no reason.
Lan Zhou lived less. Afraid of the wine coming back, the red clothes are half off, and the mess is lying in the wind and rain.
Two: "Butterfly Loves Flowers" Song: Su Shi
The flowers faded and the red and green apricots were small. When the swallows, green water around people.
There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there is no fragrant grass anywhere in the world.
The swing in the wall is outside the wall. Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful women inside the wall laugh.
The laughter gradually faded away, but the sentimental was ruthlessly annoyed.
Three: "The Red River" Song: Yue Fei
Anger rushed to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiaoyu rested.
Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement.
Thirty fame and dust and soil, eight thousand miles of cloud and moon.
Don't wait, the boy's head is white, empty and sad!
Jingkang is ashamed, yet it has not yet snowed;
Drive a long car and break through the shortage of Helan Mountain.
Aspiring to eat Hulu meat with hunger, laugh at thirsty and drink the blood of Huns.
Be from scratch, clean up the old mountains and rivers, overturned Que!
Four: "Subtracted Magnolia": Song Zhu Dunru
Liu Lang is old, no matter what the peach blossoms are still smiling.
To listen to the pipa, Yingti of the heavy courtyard seeks the Xie family.
At the end of the song, people are drunk, like tears on the Xunyang River.
Thousands of miles of east wind, the country breaks through the mountains and rivers fall into red.
Five: "Eight Tones of Ganzhou": Song Su Shi
The wind of love rolls in the tide, and the tide returns ruthlessly.
On the Qiantang River, at the Xixing Pukou, how many times is the slanting light
Don't think about the present and the past, and look up to the people of the past. Who is like the old Dongpo, who forgets the machine in vain.
Remember the west side of the West Lake, the benefits of Zhengchun Mountain, and the empty green smoke.
It is considered a poet to meet each other, such as me and you are rare.
About this year, the East is returned to the sea, and I hope that Xie Gongya will not contradict his ambitions.
Xizhou Road, don't look back, smear my clothes