Autumn evening

The silver candle autumn light cold painting screen, light Luo small fan fluttering fireflies. The night is as cool as water, and you can sit and watch the morning glory Vega.

The thatched hut is broken by the autumn wind

In August and autumn, the wind roared, rolling up the triple thatch on my roof. Mao flies across the river and sprinkles the suburbs of the river, the high one hangs on the long forest tops, and the lower one floats to sink the pond pass. The children of Nancun bullied me for being old and powerless, and I could endure being thieves on the other side. openly hugged the grass into the bamboo, his lips were dry and he couldn't breathe, and he came back and sighed to himself. The Russian wind sets the clouds and ink, and the autumn desert turns to darkness. The cloth has been cold like iron for many years, and Jiao'er is wicked and cracked. There is no dry place in the bedside room, and the rain feet are like hemp and have not been broken. Since the mourning chaos and lack of sleep, the long night is wet, how can it be thorough! There are tens of thousands of mansions, sheltering the world's poor people! The wind and rain do not move, and it is as safe as a mountain. Whew! When I suddenly saw this house in front of me, it was enough for me to freeze to death!

Smell the autumn breeze at first

In the past, I saw Huang Ju say goodbye to you, but now I listen to Xuan Chan and I return.

Five nights of pillow sleep, a year in the mirror.

Ma Sibian's fist moved, and his eyes were sleepy.

Heaven and earth are clear, and they are on a high platform for the king to help the sick.

On the ninth day, Qi Mountain ascended

Jiang Han's autumn shadow goose flew for the first time, and the guest carried the pot on Cuiwei. It is rare to laugh in the world, and the chrysanthemum must be full of heads. But there will be a drunken holiday, and there is no need to hate the sunset. This is the only way in the past, why should Niu Shan be alone.

There is a bosom on the early cold river

The wood falls to the south, and the north wind is cold on the river. My family's Xiangshui Qu is far away from Chu Yun. The hometown tears are exhausted, and the lonely sail is seen in the sky. The maze wants to ask, and the sea is long.

Pipa line

Xunyang Jiangtou night send-off, maple leaves and flowers in autumn. The master dismounts the guest in the boat, and raises the wine to drink without orchestra. If you are drunk, you will say goodbye, and you will be immersed in the moon in the vast river when you are drunk. Suddenly heard the sound of pipa on the water, and the host forgot to return to the guest. Xun Sheng secretly asked who the player was, but the pipa stopped and was late. Move the boat to close to each other, invite each other, add wine and return to the lamp to reopen the feast. After a long time, he came out, still holding the pipa and half covering his face. The hinge plucks the strings three or two times, and there is love before the tune. The strings cover up the sound and thoughts, as if they are complaining about their lack of ambition. The low-brow letter continued, saying that there are infinite things in my heart. Gently twisting and slowly wiping and picking, at first for "Ni Dress" and then "Six". The big strings are noisy like a torrential rain, and the small strings are like whispers. Noisy and staggered, big beads and small beads fall on the jade plate. The bottom of the flower is slippery, and it is difficult to go under the drift ice of the secluded spring. The ice fountain is cold and astringent, and the condensation will not be silent for a while. Don't have gloom and hatred, silence is better than sound at this time. The silver bottle burst through the water slurry, and the iron rider stood out with the sound of knives and guns. At the end of the song, beware of drawing, the four strings sound like cracks. The east ship and the west boat were silent, and only the autumn moon in the heart of the river was seen. Groaning and plucking the strings, straightening up the clothes and showing up the face. said that she was a woman in the capital, and her home lived under the shrimp toad tomb. Thirteen learned the pipa, and the name belongs to the first part of the teaching workshop. Qu Ba once taught good people to wear, and made up every time he was jealous of Qiu Niang. Wuling is young and entangled, and I don't know how many red silk songs are played. The silver grate of the head is shattered, and the blood-colored skirt is stained with wine. This year's laughter will be next year, and the autumn moon and spring breeze will be leisurely. The younger brother went to join the army and the aunt died, and the twilight went to the past. Kurama was snubbed in front of the door, and the eldest married a businesswoman. The businessman valued profit over parting, and Fuliang bought tea the month before. Go to the mouth of the river to guard the empty boat, around the boat moon and the river is cold. In the middle of the night, I dreamed of juvenile things, and my dreams were dry with tears. I sighed when I heard the lute, and I heard it chirp again. I resigned from the imperial capital last year and lived in Xunyang City, where I was sick. There is no music in Xunyang, and there is no sound of silk and bamboo all year round. Living near the river is low and humid, and the yellow reed and bitter bamboo surround the house. In the meantime, what did you hear in the twilight? The cuckoo cries and the blood ape screams. Spring river flowers towards the autumn moonlit night, often take wine and pour alone. Wouldn't there be mountain songs and village flutes? Hearing Jun's pipa language tonight, it is like listening to the fairy music ear for the time being. Mo Ci even sat down and played a song, and translated "Pipa Xing" for you. I feel that I have been saying this for a long time, but I am in a hurry. It was sad and not like a forward voice, and the whole audience wept when they heard it. Who cried the most in the seat? Jiangzhou Sima Qing's shirt was wet.