Help me change Jiang Chengzi , thank you!

The Hunan curtain rolls up ethereal every night, hates the string sound, and is drunk in the long pavilion. Traveling to the end of the world, walking alone with tears and shadows.

The screen window of the water pavilion is full of red dust, the clouds and temples are chaotic, and the dream is lingering.

I have never carried the rain to hold the colorful clouds, the lonely wind and sand, and the bitterness is affectionate. The word goose swirls, and the north and south are thousands of searches.

Wait less for the cold light and quiet twilight, walk far, and break the silk piano.

By the way, remind LZ, unless necessary, try to use the same words in the poem as little as possible, especially the repeated twilight and rain in your poem, so I changed it a little, hehe, don't blame it.

Since you're so interested, let's write about it.

Listen to the autumn branches and leaves, the wind passes, Ruoyaoqin.

The twilight rain in the countryside is gentle and light.

The rattan chair pillow dream does not wake up, the cold dew is shallow, and the immersion is soaked.

Gu Xiang whispered in a whisper, as if it was intentional and unintentional.

The sound of Xiangzhu is slow, and the old clothes are lightly dyed.

It's like a folk song Peony Pavilion Beyond the End of the World.

Jiangdong Lake is green and caress the spring breeze. Drunk and empty, thinking hazy.

I remember the time when I was enjoying the snow melting.

Several years have passed like yesterday, why not sigh, the years are in a hurry.

Jiangxi house is red and rainbow, and the sky is red and red, sprinkled with the sky.

But forget the present and look forward to Jiangdong.

It's still like the old morning when I got up, dreamed of a dream, and had a sad face.

The outside of the Xingyin Pavilion is infinitely green, the brocade scales are red, and the mountains are full of pines.

Remembering the past, I once stepped on the snow and melted.

The calendar is like yesterday, like a dream, thinking of the nine women, looking at the sky.

The wind is strong in the area of Moshan, and the island is exquisite.

The curved shore is continuous, and the osmanthus bushes are ten miles away.

The most is the stone statue in the east of the lake, warm old dreams, and bubbling Luorong.

Jiang Chengzi Su Shi.

On the second day of the first month of the second month, Brother He Fan remembered his dream for ten nights.

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. Jiang Chengzi is a eulogy for his deceased wife, which was written in the eighth year of Xining (1075) by Su Shi to mourn his deceased wife Wang Fu. This poem was written exactly ten years after Wang Fu's death.

In the first part of the lyrics, he expressed his longing for his deceased wife, and the sadness he wrote was sad and sad, which made people feel deeply sad, and deeply felt Su Shi's deep longing and sadness for his wife as a husband, and he couldn't help but be deeply moved. The next part of the word describes the situation of dreaming of his deceased wife, looking back on the love when he lived together in the past, the love written is sincere, which makes people unbearable to look back, and truly expresses the unswerving love between husband and wife, as well as the sadness of life and death separated by a sedan car, which is tear-jerking.

The whole word is purely described in white, not carved, shallow and affectionate, it is the natural expression of Su Shi's true feelings, so it is touching to the deep Zen attack, passed down through the ages, and can be called the swan song of the eulogy.

"Jiangchengzi Butterfly Loves Flowers".

Yaoqin has a grudge into the window, drunk and long, and loves flowers. An infatuation, the autumn rainy night is strong. But the west wind is difficult to keep, butterflies burst into tears, and broken flower intestines.

The front slope of the mountain falls after the maple yellow, the dance is cool in autumn, and the leaves are flying. Go to the wild goose to fly south, and there are two slim in this life. Wait until reincarnation to relive old dreams, go with hatred, and leave with resentment.

Jiang Chengzi is young and frivolous

Before the flower, he poured wine and complained about his long, so hesitant and sad. The years have passed, and thousands of tears have been shed in the air. The grass is even green, with perseverance, willing to be satisfied.

Proud, strong, iron-hearted, and responsible. Open-minded, footsteps are sonorous. Don't let Shaohua pass away, manly, ambition in all directions.