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The bells and drums are long at night, and the stars and rivers are about to dawn.

The mandarin duck tile is cold and frosty, and the jade is cold.

After years of life and death, the soul has never come to dream.

Bai Juyi's "Song of Long Hatred".

Bianshui flows, Surabaya flows, flows to Guazhou Gudutou, Wushan is a little worried.

Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it comes back, the moonlight people leaning on the building.

Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc".

The flowers are deep. Willow Yin Yin. The willow wears flowers to find the letter. The gentleman's heart bears the concubine's heart.

Whining harp. Hate the lonely. Where to find the Oath Alliance? Who would have thought it would be now.

Chen Dongfu "Sauvignon Blanc".

Sauvignon Blanc, in Chang'an.

Luo Wei autumn cries Jinjing, the slight frost is bleak and cold.

The lonely lamp is unclear, and he sighs when he looks at the moon sky.

Beauty is like a flower across the clouds.

There is a high heaven above the green and underworld, and there is a wave of water below.

The sky is long, the soul is far away, and the dream soul is difficult to pass the mountain.

Sauvignon Blanc, heart-wrenching.

Li Bai "Sauvignon Blanc",

The clouds are a vortex, the jade is a shuttle, the light shirt is thin and thin, and the light cheeks are double snails.

There is a lot of autumn wind, the rain is harmonious, and there are three or two plantains outside the curtain. The night is long, and people can't help it.

Li Yu "Sauvignon Blanc".

The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. (Yoo Yong).

As soon as the cold city is overlooked, it is peaceful.

Cold City: The cold has invaded the city. Look: Looking from afar. Hirachu: Plain. Cangran: The appearance of lush vegetation. Two sentences write about the scene of early autumn. ——Southern Dynasty Qi Xie Hao, "Xuancheng County Dengwang".

This time, what a sad word! - Li Qingzhao.

Common: It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, and the east wind is powerless.

Untitled, Li Shangyin.

Uncommon: Bianshui Flow, Surabaya Flow, flow to Guazhou Gudutou, Wushan is a little worried.

Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it comes back, the moonlight people leaning on the building.

Sauvignon Blanc" Bai Juyi.

Bianshui flows, Surabaya flows, flows to Guazhou Gudutou, Wushan is a little worried.

Thinking about it, hating it, hating it until it comes back, the moonlight people leaning on the building.

Sauvignon Blanc" Bai Juyi.

1. The boy listens to the rain song upstairs, and the red candle is dim. In the prime of life, listening to the rain in the passenger boat, the river is wide and the clouds are low, and the geese are calling the west wind. Now listening to the rain monks, the temples have stars. Joys and sorrows are always about love, and a step before the day is dawn.

2. Outside the long pavilion, next to the ancient road, the grass is green. The evening breeze blows the willow flute, and the sunset is outside the mountain! The end of the sky, the corner of the earth, half of the acquaintances. A pot of turbid wine is full of joy, don't dream cold tonight.

"Poppy Beauty: Listening to the Rain" is a poem written by Jiang Jie, a lyricist at the end of the Song Dynasty, and was selected into the "Three Hundred Song Songs".

This poem sums up the special feelings of youth, prime of life and old age, and it can be described as concise and to the point. It uses "listening to the rain" as a medium to integrate time and space over a large span of decades. The boy only knows how to chase joy and laugh and enjoy intoxication; In the prime of life, wandering and lonely, touching the scene and feeling sad; The loneliness and loneliness of old age, the joys and sorrows of life, are all reflected in the sound of rain.

2."Farewell".

It is known as the "pioneer of modern China", and Uncle Li composed the same school music work in 1915. The song is smooth and smooth, the combination of words is appropriate and natural, seamless, touching the scene, people can't help but evoke nostalgia for the old things, and produce desolation and sadness.

Lime groaned in humility.

Thousands of hammers were carved out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle.

Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world.