1, the water in the pond is green and the wind is slightly warmer. Remember the first time Yu Zhen met him. The rhyme of the first song is ringing and the waist is red in the broken dance. The jade hook stops at the fragrant stage, and I don't know if it will be late after being drunk. At that time, * * * I enjoyed flowers, and now I don't have half of tally.

2, the apricot blossoms are cold in the evening upstairs, and the moon is dry. A Shuang Yanzi, two lines of geese, painted with a broken horn. In the east wind, I am speechless about spring leisure. It should also be as old as before, full of autumn waters and faint spring mountains.

3, writing for the piano, shallow singing. This is an exciting ink song.

4. Who sent Dong to look on coldly? Don't blame Yang Xu for loving dust.

5, Jiang Nanan, Liuzhi; On the north bank of the river, willow branches; When giving people away endlessly. Hate separation, willow branch. A glass of wine, willow branches; Tears droop and willow branches sway; You go to Chang 'an against everything. What time are you coming back?

6, Chongyang September 9, it is already late autumn in a blink of an eye, time is like water, I hope you will stay, be strong, have a good mood, get together with friends, have a more successful career, live a less extravagant life, have no worries for your family, and send text messages like wine. I have never tasted anything else.

7, red Mei Duo, small and exquisite, pieces of delicate fragrance gently diffuse, floating in the hazy moonlight. I looked at plum with ecstasy, but I couldn't bear to move again. There is an ancient poem: "The shadows are shallow and the fragrance floats at dusk." I just realized the artistic conception today.

8, quiet, flowers like the moon, missing, not retreating. Who is cold, never changes and doesn't know it.

9. Flowers are flying all over the sky, and feelings come and go; The geese go back and forth, and the tide rises and falls without sleep.

10, I just want to be a passer-by in the world of mortals, stay in my childhood courtyard, wake up in the morning light with green slates, carved windows, wooden railings and quiet countryside. Talking about the past and recalling the fleeting time, I sat alone at the door, reading ancient poems and waiting for someone to return.

1 1, independent cold and autumn sad frost marks, full of autumn colors; The bitter wind and rain pity the autumn rhyme, and Leng Yue clears the frost to bury the soul of poetry.

12, the jade pot buys spring and enjoys the canopy alone. Zhong Jiashi, trimming bamboo around. Clouds and Chuqing, birds chase each other. The piano is green and shady, and there is a waterfall on it. Flowers are speechless and people are as pale as chrysanthemums. At China's age, it was readable.