Seeking Jiang Chengzi , 200 thoughts

Jiang Chengzi. The end of the world is endless. Both meet.

But in a hurry. Hand in hand with beautiful women, and tears are broken. In order to ask how much east wind is left, the spring is there, and who is the same.

Sui Dike water dissolves in March. Back to Hong. Go to Wuzhong.

Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong. Send me a thousand tears of lovesickness, but I can't flow it, Chu Jiangdong.

The end of the world is endless. Both meet. But in a hurry.

Hand in hand with beautiful women, and tears are broken. In order to ask how much east wind is left, the spring is there, and who is the same. Sui Dike water dissolves in March.

Back to Hong. Go to Wuzhong. Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong.

Send me a thousand tears of lovesickness, but I can't flow it, Chu Jiangdong.

Jiang Chengzi · Sorrow (original).

The rain hit the plantain and left the sorrow, and by dawn, tears were left.

Leaning on the slanted fence alone, chrysanthemums are wounded all over the ground.

After Sijun put the wine at dusk, he looked forward to it every year and returned to the sun.

In the dream, hand in hand to return home, under the sycamore, the shadow is long.

Tears in his eyes, snuggling and complaining.

Xiaofeng wine wakes up the willow bank, the heart is still the same, and the world is impermanent.

2012-3-13 in Fengcheng.

Su Shi's [Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting] The old man chatted about juvenile madness, leading Huang on the left and Qingcang on the right. The brocade hat and the ermine Qiu Qian rode the roll Pinggang, followed the Taishou in order to report the city, shot the tiger in person, and watched Sun Lang. The wine is still open, and the temples are slightly frosty, so what's the matter.

In the clouds, he sent Feng Tang on the same day. Will hold the bow like a full moon, look northwest, and shoot the wolf.

Jiang Chengzi.

Su Shi has been in the middle of life and death for ten years, and he is unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year: bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

Jiang Chengzi.

Su Shi remembered a dream on the twentieth night of the first month of Yimao.

Ten years of life and death, without thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to talk about desolation.

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year: bright moon night, short Matsuoka.

It is easy to see when it is difficult to see at other times, and it is even more exhausted, and people have not returned.

Pick up the lamp and ask, just for whom to wander.

The lonely shadow of the cold moon faces each other. Spirit and soul, divided into two halves.

It is difficult to realize the dream of falling flowers in spring, looking southwest, melancholy.

There are so many things that no one asks.

Stop the cup and throw the chopstick, full of wounds. Now, on each side.

Jiang Chengzi ---Hongyan).

Jiang Chengzi Xin Mao Nian cried purple clothes.

Huang Mang chrysanthemums withered and hated autumn coolness. The evening breeze is sorrowful, looking at each other alone.

There is no end in the dream, and the wine goes to the east.

If you know, you should tell me, how long is the loess road?

A sick person helps others! The night is vast, and it is difficult to think about it.

There are a thousand words of good words, but they are hidden in the old days.

Where to find a teacher like a sister, from now on, who will discuss?

Even if you don't know each other, your face is dusty, and your temples are like frost.

Come and dream at night. Xiao Xuan window, dressing.

There are no words for each other, only a thousand tears.