Talk about the red line of lead

Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu

The cloud curtain on the roof is rolled up, and the flowers are rushing to wash the makeup. The flowers are full of spider silk. Smile, look at the moon and pull the red line. In the hall of eternal life, someone secretly paid Chai Jin at midnight. I hope this president can meet every year.

Jasmine music

Year: Song Author: Chen

Yiyi is a sentimental willow. She doesn't know pedestrians. In order to be green, we are United in * * *. More * * * to drink, flag pavilion wine. Soft embroidery is spread on the mattress with hibiscus flowers. Fragrant, colorful clouds in Man Chun. See you again this year, it's a swallow, after returning.

drum

Time: Pre-Qin Book of Songs, National Style, Taifeng Style

Drums are dull and soldiers actively use them. Cao Tuguocheng, I travel south alone.

From Sun Zizhong, Chen Pinghe and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? For it? Under the forest.

Life and death are generous, and Zi Cheng says. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

I am rich, but I am still alive. Sorry, but I believe it.