In April, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

Liu Sanbian finally got out of the crowd to the top of the golden list, he searched around, the champion on the list is Song Zhen, the list eye is Ye Qingchen, Tanhua is Zheng Jian, Song Zhen's brother Song Qi is Jinshi, speaking of which, there is such a thing, this Song Qi was already the champion in the palace examination, Song Zhen is Tanhua, but the Queen Mother Liu E disagreed, saying that the younger brother could not be famous before the brother, so Song Zhen was set as the champion, and let Song Qi look at the tenth place Liu Sanban for the Jinshi, there are a total of 207 people on the Jinshi list: , still no name of their own, A little disappointed, this is the fourth time he has fallen.

Tianxian Lou's singing and dancing was still peaceful, he didn't go in, he turned around and left.

Outside the city, the long pavilion, the autumn cicadas are poignant.

Li Worm Niang sat in the pavilion, tearfully playing the pipa, and hummed quietly: "Meng Meng Fangcao remembers the king and grandson." Liu Wailou broke his soul in the sky. Du Yu couldn't bear to hear it. Desire for dusk. The rain hits the pear blossom and closes the door deeply".

Liu Sanbian held the wine glass, but he never drank it, he held Li Worm's hand, both of them burst into tears, it was raining lightly, and the cicadas were singing again.

Seeing this, Liu Sanbian made a new poem, called "Yulin Ling, Cold Cicada Poignant", cold cicada poignant, late to Changting, the first break of the shower.

The capital tent has no clue, nostalgia, and Lan Zhou urges.

Holding hands and looking at each other's teary eyes, they were speechless and choked.

Thinking of going, thousands of miles of smoke waves, twilight is heavy and the sky is wide.

Affectionate parting since ancient times, even more Nakan, snubbing the Qingqiu Festival!

Where do you wake up tonight? The willow bank, the wind and the waning moon.

This past year should be a good day and a good time.

Even though there are thousands of styles, who can you talk to?

The boat went all the way south, in the south of the Yangtze River, there were singers singing willow words everywhere, and some singers also specially copied his words, at that time, if anyone could make Liu San become a poem for himself, that two days, guaranteed to be a famous prostitute, there was such a sentence: "I don't want the king to call, I want to be called by Liu Qi; I don't want a thousand gold, I want to get the willow seven hearts; I don't want the gods to see it, I want to know the seven faces of the willows".

Liu San wrote lyrics for several singers and left.

Magnolia

Xinniang has been able to sing and dance since she was a child. The move is all good. Explain the heavenly slave shame, not afraid of the jealousy of the swallow in the palm.

Exquisitely embroidered fan flower in Tibetan. It is like a fragrant cloud shirt step. If Wang Sun plans to give a thousand gold, he will only live on the east side of the painting building.

The lady holds the plate and the flowers are clustered. Sing a new voice. The golden goose fan is full of tones, and Wen Xingliang is dusty.

Luan Yin Feng Xiao Qing continued. Orchestral cracks and chords can be chased. He was summoned to Lianchang that night and flew on the Nine Heavens Song.

Su Niang grabbed her waist and limbs. The snow and dust are all wonderful. A few more people are tired of watching, one

The young dancers can't do it.

Starry eyes pointed to the spirit. Luo sleeves are windward and small. Now I'm growing up lazy, only

I want to be rewarded with a smile.

Xue Mei Xiang Jing Xiaosuo

The scenery is Xiaosuo, and the independent side of the dangerous building is clear. moved the mood of sadness, and Song Yu should be the same at that time. The lonely smoke of the fishing market is cold and blue, and the residual leaves of the water village are sad and red. Chu Tiankuo, the waves soak the sun, thousands of miles dissolve.

Wind. If you want to be beautiful, don't be sad, and calm your eyebrows. It's a pity that back then, the rain was in the clouds. The elegance and grace are harmonious, and the falling flowers and flowing water are suddenly west and east. There is no hatred, lovesickness, and pay for Zhenghong.

"Butterfly Loves Flowers, Leaning on the Wind of the Dangerous Building"

Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, there is no one who will rely on his will. I plan to get drunk with the madness, and I sing about the wine, and the strong music is tasteless. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi.

After a long period of wandering, Liu Sanchang felt a little tired in his heart and body, and Liu Sanchang made the first new word "Luntaizi - A Pillow of a Good Dream of the Night" A pillow of a good dream of the night, but unfortunately it was awakened by the neighboring chickens. Hurriedly rode the horse on the road, full of eyes

Light smoke and decayed grass. The precursor wind touches the ring

, through the frost forest, gradually feel the frightened birds. The distant situation of the expedition is desolate since ancient times.

Traveling and going through a lonely village, Chu Tiankuo,

I don't know.

Thinking of labor, cherishing the prime of life, leaving more joy and less. The sigh is hard to stop, and the twilight clouds are fading

。 But the gloomy soul is gone, and who is the intestine

Table. When is it? Competing again, but returning to Yaojing, rebuying a daughter and laughing.

Sunset, a boat, a man, a pot of wine.