Li Sentences in Song Ci

Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong": Thirty fame, dust settled, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.

Xin Qiji's "Partridge Giving away": There are thousands of hates at present, only parting is sadness and joy.

Xin Qiji's "Breaking the Array and Giving Strong Words to Chen Tongfu": Looking at the sword when drunk, dreaming of blowing the horn. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound.

Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon Walking on Huangsha Road": In the fragrance of rice and flowers, it is said that the harvest year is good and frogs can be heard.

Jiang Kui's Pipa Fairy: Zhou Yang in Shili and Du Mu in Sansheng, as mentioned earlier.

Su Shi's Water Melody: People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times.

Su Shi's Jiangchengzi: A lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is nowhere to talk about it.

Wang Anshi's Bamboo Fragrance: A thousand miles into a river seems to be practiced, and the peaks are like clusters.

Zhou Bangyan's "Wei Chi Cup": Painting Ge is heartless, regardless, smoke and waves separate the front Pu, waiting for pedestrians, drunk and heavy, carrying away hatred.

He Zhu's "Tianmen Ballad": vivid, Xizhou more.

Liu Chenweng's "Bao Ding Xian": Soak grapes for ten miles a month, meet people and talents, who wants to smash Ling Hua?

King's cicada: at first, it cools Ke, removes dark leaves, and is deeply worried.

Shi Dazu's "Beautiful Luo Xiang Wing Chun Rain": Remember the auspicious day of the ecliptic, cover the door with pears, and talk at night without lights.

Zhou Yang slow by Jiang Kui: After ten miles of spring breeze, buckwheat is green.

Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing": Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people grow thousands of miles.

Xin Qiji's Jade Case: The crowd searched for him for thousands of Baidu, and suddenly looking back, people were there, and the lights were dim.

Liu Yong's Yulinling: Affectionate parting is more comparable to the cold autumn festival.

Yan's butterfly lovers: There are words in wine poems on the clothes. It's always sad to do small things.

Su Shi's "Water Tune": May people live for a long time and have a beautiful scenery thousands of miles away.

Xin Qiji's "Han Gong Chun": Since then, I have smoked plums and dyed willows, and I have no leisure. Come back when you have time. I'll change my face in the mirror.

Liu Chenweng's Brave Lanling: But the arrow geese sink to the edge, Liang Yan has no owner, and Nagato is dying in the cuckoo sound.

Zhou Bangyan's The Warrior Lan Ling: Meditate on the past, like a dream with dark tears.

Liu Yong's Yulin Order: I miss it, thousands of miles of smoke, and the twilight is heavy.

Jiang Kui's "Partridge Sky": Fertile water flows eastward without end, and acacia has not been planted for the first time. You may not see it in your dream, but you will be surprised by the birds singing in the mountains.

Jiang Kui's Pale Yellow Willow: I'm afraid pear blossoms will fall in autumn.

Huang Tingjian's Qing Ping Le: Who knew that there was no trace of spring? Unless you ask an oriole. Nobody can solve it, because the wind flies over the roses.

Wu Wenying's high balcony: South Tower doesn't hate flute, Xiaofeng and mountains.

Zhang Xiaoxiang's Nian Nujiao: The moon is bright, the river is bright and the face is clear. It's hard to tell you the beauty of happiness with your heart.

Zhangyan's The Flute Under the Moon: In the cold window dream, I still remember walk on by on the old road.

Xin Qiji's Song of Eternal Sorrow: I think I swallowed Wan Li like a tiger.

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