What poems describe carefree youth?

Roll bead foil, the rain is light and cloudy. Liu Qing outside the stem, grass invading the red medicine. The east wind envies flowers and blows off the tender calyx at the top of the tree. Pingshan is submerged, submerged and tired, and the mood of Chinese wine is timid.

Thinking of old Luo Jing, I am young and crazy, and I am fascinated by singing and laughter. The mud and oil walls were brushed away, and Zeng Chidao shared the burden and went to the forest to join hands. The night is too early to make an appointment, and the letter is wandering.

Loneliness, beer and skittles. Very light pink skirt, broken string, Qiongzhi Biyue spring scenery as yesterday. Disappointed to say goodbye to the beautiful watch, the crane. Acacia, except drunkenness, temporarily forget.

Jiang Kui, the first prize in colorful plumage.

Soldiers stayed in Changsha at the age of five and went to Zhu Rong to get their ancestral gods: the songs of Huangdi Salt and Su Hexiang. He also got 18 poems from Gong Yue Gu Shu, all of which were empty and wordless. According to the tune of Shen Shi's music "Nishang", this is a business tune. Lotte's poem says that "six questions are out of order". Which one is this special one? However, the syllables are elegant, unlike this song; I don't know anything. I made an order for the world. Yu Fang wandered around, feeling the old voice, and resenting not knowing his words.

Gao Ting is looking at the telephone pole, but Jiang Lian hasn't come back yet. Sick but weak, the situation is getting thinner and thinner, and clothes are beginning to be lost. Time flies, sighing that Liang Xing and Shuang Yan are like guests. Where are people? A faint moonlight, as if according to the color.

Loneliness, disorderly chanting, letter transfer, and sorrow are woven. I miss the young wanderer, crossing the mountains in the flute and wandering in the flowing clouds. There is no information in the red, and the water is dark. After walking for a long time, what's the point now, lying drunk by the wine bank.

Mao Zedong's "Seven Ancient Stories, Sent to Yuzong, Journey to the East"

Clouds open, accumulate, and overcast, and Tianma Phoenix Chunshu.

Young and troubled, Cai Jia was defeated, and Shanhe was once fascinated by it.

You do what you want, and Kun Peng makes waves from here.

Dongting Xiang ascended to heaven, and the great ship pointed to the East.

I was worried for a whole day for no reason, but I was lucky to be blown by the east wind in Wan Li.

What does the husband care about? He wants to see the universe.

If you cross the sea safely, things will be different from you.

Put aside your body and mind, the sun and the moon will always be new and beautiful in your chest.

Famous in this 500-year-old world, all princes are mediocre.

There are many friendships in front of Lang Ping Palace, and Chongming brings water to Mayi.

I have a book to return to the sword of Japan, so I'm going back to Yajun.

He Xinlang Dragon Boat Festival Liu Kezhuang

In the deep courtyard, the willow flowers spit, the curtain opens the clothes fan, and the afternoon wind is clear. The children have finished praising, and the new sample is Ai Hu. Tourists have watched the ferry. The boss casually participated in the performance, playing a stranger, fighting for the flag in his youth, running in the rain and dancing in the waves.

The spirit is beautiful, so high. I remember that my life was both Lampe and Jiao Zhen. Who believes that after a thousand years, the bottom of the waves is mouth-watering? Some people say that jiaozi is greedy and the dragon is angry. It seems that I am awake now, and I expected that there would be no pain when I was drunk and died. I will hold on with a smile until forever.

"Jiangchengzi" Lv Zugao

The curtain of the painting building is fresh and clear, and the screen is wrapped in silver. Han Xiao is bright. The fragrance of falling powder calls for sorrow every day. After decades of darkness, the lake is already on the road, which can be several degrees and graceful.

Time flies, I feel lost, and I wake up in the spring dream? The sky is vast and the clouds are idle, and there is nowhere to find the flute. Buying wine and flowers is young, unlike old love.