Yan Shi

The mountains are high and the sun is setting, and the afterglow is bright.

At first glance, it looks sunny and windy.

Is Xijiang Yuema's road far away?

Song sushi

The horse is a little farther away, and the sand cage is pale with smoke. Yan Hua was clearly reflected in the stormy sea crossing.

Hang a cold phoenix with a green branch. Hang a phoenix with cold branches and green leaves, and the flowers are bright and clear.

The cross-slanting smoke point moon cage sand takes up the fragrance of the horse and the road.

"Chao Zhongcuo, drumming, drumming time"

Song luyou

Winter is a fleeting time. Candle fire moves the golden boat.

It is difficult for colorful swallows to dream before the snow, and the flowers are crisp and empty.

Wen Yuan died of illness, and Lan Cheng traveled far and looked back sadly.

The bright moon is in the sky, the night Meishan flute, the wind and the temple sing.

The heart is different, the media is in trouble, and the grace is not shallow.

Virtual in god, but desperate, only Huang Tang, and Yuan Zong.