What are the more cheerful Song Ci and what are the Song Ci with a cheerful tone?

Like a dream. In the depths of the spring water lake pond, there is no road on the bamboo dark sandbank.

The idle companion fell flowers, but he believed that the east wind returned.

Let's live, let's live, and take a closer look at the smoke and rain of the two mountains.

Like a dream. I didn't see the jade man Qingxiao, and there was a long howl.

The clear water is full of ponds, and there is a branch of wind outside the bamboo.

Wonderful, wonderful, in the middle of the night, the mountains are empty and the moon is shining.

Surfing the sand. Clap your hands while the west wind blows. Startled the dragon. Green mountains and green waters, ancient and modern. There is only one round of mountains on the moon, shining in the middle of the river.

A little bit of the Golden Bell. It's like nothing. Taoist people don't live in Yunfeng. But people have sake urns, and they meet everywhere.

Water tune song head Kuai Zai Pavilion made.

The sunset embroidered curtain roll, the pavilion is empty. Zhijun is me, and the new windows are wet and red. On the Pingshan Hall, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are pillowed, and there is no loneliness. Recognize the drunkard's language, and the mountains are in the middle of nothing.

A thousand acres, all mirrors are clean, and the blue peaks are poured. Suddenly, the waves rose, and a leaf of pulsatilla danced. can laugh at the son of Lantai, who has not solved the problem of Zhuang Sheng's nature, and there are male and female in Gangdao. A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind.

Red peony. Life is 100 years old, 70 years old.

In addition to ten years of young children, and ten years of old age.

It's been fifty years, and half of it has been divided by the Sandman.

In those twenty-five years, there were no worries.

Think about it carefully, so that you can chase the joy as soon as possible.

When he was drunk and chased his friends, he was proud and let Yushan fall down.

Drunk and intoxicated, life is like dew.

Fortunately, the newcomer is here, there is wine like a mian, and he sings and laughs.

Qing Pingle. Yichun Xiaoyuan is full of flowers everywhere.

Learn to make red makeup and red to be shallow, and urge the golden car to see.

The king feasts on Yao Pond, and the boat skies the water like flying.

Won the championship and returned, and hurriedly did not hesitate to rob clothes.

Huanxi Sand. The lonely tassel is coldly embroidered, leaning on the mountain pillow to provoke the fragrant dust, and the flowers in the small garden are crying in the spring.

Liu Ruan Xin is not a guest of the immortal cave, Chang'e is a person in the moon after all, and there is no way to visit the east neighbor in this life.

Dotted lips Li Qingzhao.

Kick off the swing and get up and straighten your slender hands. Lunon is thin, thin and sweaty, and light and transparent.

See guests come in. , draw the gold hairpin. and ashamed to go, leaning on the door and looking back, but sniffing the green plums.

Like a dream, in the depths of the spring water lake and pond, there is no road in the bamboo dark sandbar.

The idle companion fell flowers, but he believed that the east wind returned.

Let's live, let's live, and take a closer look at the smoke and rain of the two mountains.

If you don't see the jade person in a dream, you will let out a long roar.

The clear water is full of ponds, and there is a branch of wind outside the bamboo.

Wonderful, wonderful, in the middle of the night, the mountains are empty and the moon is shining.

The waves and sand clap their hands to take advantage of the west wind. Startled the dragon. Green mountains and green waters, ancient and modern. There is only one round of mountains on the moon, shining in the middle of the river.

A little bit of the Golden Bell. It's like nothing. Taoist people don't live in Yunfeng. But people have sake urns, and they meet everywhere.

Water tune song head Kuai Zai Pavilion made.

The sunset embroidered curtain roll, the pavilion is empty. Zhijun is me, and the new windows are wet and red. On the Pingshan Hall, the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River are pillowed, and there is no loneliness. Recognize the drunkard's language, and the mountains are in the middle of nothing.

A thousand acres, all mirrors are clean, and the blue peaks are poured. Suddenly, the waves rose, and a leaf of pulsatilla danced. can laugh at the son of Lantai, who has not solved the problem of Zhuang Sheng's nature, and there are male and female in Gangdao. A little haoran, a thousand miles of fast wind.

Red peony is a hundred years old, and seventy years old.

In addition to ten years of young children, and ten years of old age.

It's been fifty years, and half of it has been divided by the Sandman.

In those twenty-five years, there were no worries.

Think about it carefully, so that you can chase the joy as soon as possible.

When he was drunk and chased his friends, he was proud and let Yushan fall down.

Drunk and intoxicated, life is like dew.

Fortunately, the newcomer is here, there is wine like a mian, and he sings and laughs.

Qingping Le Yichun Garden, full of flowers.

Learn to make red makeup and red to be shallow, and urge the golden car to see.

The king feasts on Yao Pond, and the boat skies the water like flying.

Won the championship and returned, and hurriedly did not hesitate to rob clothes.

Huanxi sand is lonely and the tassel is coldly embroidered, leaning on the mountain pillow to provoke fragrant dust, and the flowers in the small garden are crying in spring.

Liu Ruan Xin is not a guest of the immortal cave, Chang'e is a person in the moon after all, and there is no way to visit the east neighbor in this life.

Butterfly loves flowers Su Shi.

The flowers fade and the red green apricots are small.

When the swallows fly, the green water surrounds.

There is little willow blowing on the branches.

There is no grass at the end of the world.

Swing inside the wall, outside the wall.

Pedestrians outside the wall, beautiful people laugh inside the wall.

The laughter faded into silence.

Amorous but ruthlessly annoyed.

Xin Qiji. Qingpingle Village.

The thatched eaves are low, and the grass is green on the stream.

Wu Yin is good in drunk, and the white-haired man is a woman.

The eldest child hoes the beans in the east of Xidong, and the middle child is weaving chicken coops;

I like children to imitate reeds and scoundrels, and the head of the stream lies on the lotus canopy.

Wangyue. How about Dai Zongfu, Qi Lu Qingwei is gone.

Creation Zhong Shenxiu, yin and yang cut dusk.

Swing the chest to give birth to stratus clouds, and decide to return to the bird.

It will be the top of the mountain, and the mountains will be seen at a glance.

The Fifteenth Night of the First Lunar Month

Tang Chu Su taste.

The fire tree and silver flowers are closed, and the iron lock of the star bridge is opened.

The dark incense goes with the horse, and the bright moon comes one by one.

The prostitutes are all plums, and the songs are all plums.

Jin Wu can't help the night, and the jade leak should not be urged.

Qingyu Case" Xin Qiji.

The east wind blooms at night and thousands of trees prepare for the belt, and it blows down and the stars are like rain. BMW carved cars are full of fragrance. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the jade high-pin pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance all night.

The moth snow willow **wisps, the laughter is full of dark fragrance. The crowd is looking for him. Suddenly looking back, the man was there, and the lights were dim.

Spring trip to Qiantang Lake.

Bai Juyi. Gushan Temple is north and Jiating is west, and the water surface is low at the beginning of the level.

Several early warblers compete for warm trees, and whose new swallows peck at the spring mud.

The flowers are gradually charming to the eye, and the asakusa can not have horseshoe.

I love the lack of east travel of the lake, the green poplar and the white sand embankment.

Xijiang month. Xin Qiji.

The bright moon is not a branch, and the breeze is chirping cicadas in the middle of the night.

Daohua Township said that there was a good year, and the sound of frogs was heard.

Seven or eight stars outside the sky, two or three o'clock rain in front of the mountain.

In the old days, the thatched shop was on the edge of the forest, and the road turned around and the creek was suddenly seen.