Douluo: The Lower Realm of the Children of the King of God and the Lord God

Chapter 58 Tang Poems and Song Ci Poems Part [-]

Midnight music

The freezing clouds dimmed the weather, and a small boat sailed away from Jiangzhu.Crossing thousands of valleys and rocks, crossing deep streams.The angry waves gradually subsided, and the wind blew up, and I heard businessmen and travelers shouting to each other, sails raised high.Painting and dancing across Nanpu.Looking at the wine glass, there is a cluster of smoky villages and several rows of frost trees.Under the waning sun, the fishermen went back with their bangs.The lotuses are scattered, the poplars are shaded, and there are two, two, three and three girls wandering on the shore.Avoid travelers and talk to each other with a shy smile.Because of this thought, the embroidered pavilion is lightly thrown away, and the waves are difficult to stay.After sighing, what is the basis for Dingning and Ding Ning?It's tragic to leave my heart, and I regret that my return will be delayed at the end of the year.Eyes filled with tears, Yao Yao Shenjing Road.The sound of breaking Hong is far away in the sky.

Eight Tones Ganzhou

The dusk rain sprinkles on the river sky to wash away the autumn.The wind is getting colder and frostier, the Guanhe River is deserted, and the remaining light shines on the building.The redness and greenness of this place have declined, and the beauty of the place has ceased.Only the water of the Yangtze River flows eastward without words.I can't bear to climb high and look far away, looking at the distance of my hometown. I can't bear to think about it.Sighing at the traces of the past years, why is there so much suffering left behind?Thinking of a beautiful woman, I look up at the building. I missed it a few times and returned to the boat after seeing the sky.Strive to know me, leaning against the lantern, I am feeling sad!

Point sharp lip

In the golden valley, who is in charge of spring beauty every year?Where the remaining flowers fell, the ground was filled with misty rain.It's Lige again, a long pavilion at dusk.When the king and his grandson go, there are countless luxuriant trees, and there are roads from north to south and east to west.

Su Muzhe

The exposed embankment is flat and the smoke villa is gone.The green leaves are green and lush, and the river is dawning after the rain.Only Yu Lang.Years minimum.The spring robe is tied to the ground, and its tender color is suitable for photographing.Connect to Changting, and get lost in the far road.It's a shame to blame the king and his grandson for not remembering the early return date.The pear blossoms have fallen and spring is coming again.The setting sun is all over the place, green and smoky.

Tasha Xing

The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is shaking.The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance continues like spring water.Every inch of the soft intestine is full of pink tears. Don't lean on the dangerous railing near the high building.Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and travelers are outside the spring mountains.

An early spring visit with Jinling Mausoleum Lu Cheng

Only eunuchs and tourists are surprised by the new phenology.

Yunxia rises above the sea, plum blossoms and willows cross the river in spring.

Shuqi urges the yellow bird, and the clear light turns to the green apple.

Suddenly I heard the ancient tune of the song, and I felt like thinking about it.

Du Shaofu was appointed to Shuchuan

Chengque is assisted by the Three Qin Dynasty, and the wind and smoke look at Wujin.

Parting with Jun, both are eunuchs.

There is a confidant in the sea, and the world is close to each other.

Inaction is on the wrong road, and the children share the towel.

Look at the moon and embrace the distance

The sea is bright and the moon is at this time.

The lover complains about the night, and the lovesickness begins at night.

Extinguishing the candles, the pity is full, and the cloak feels lucid.

Unbearable gift, still good time for sleep.

Title Dayu Lingbeiyi

The geese are flying south under the Yangyue, and the rumor has come back here.

I have made a special statement, when will I come back?

The river is still and the tide is beginning to fall, and the forest is dim and miasma.

In the Ming Dynasty, when you look at your hometown, you should see Longtou plum.

Miscellaneous poems

After hearing about Huanglong's garrison, he refused to disband his troops for many years.

Poor Guiliyue, she grew up in the Han family camp.

The young woman is in love with spring today, and her husband had sex last night.

Who can use the flag and drum to capture Dragon City?

Prime Minister Zhang came to Dongting

In August, the lake level is too clear.

Qi steams clouds and dreams, waves shake Yueyang City.

If you want to help you without a boat, you will be ashamed of the Holy Ming.

Sitting and watching the angler, there is only envy of fish.

Climbing Mount Xian with the Masters

Personnel are metabolized, and exchanges are ancient and modern.

We are back in the generations to stay in the country.

The water falls and the fish beam is shallow, but the sky is cold and the dream is deep.

The Yanggong Monument is still there, and I shed tears after reading it.

Return to Nanshan at the end of the year

Bei Que Xiu wrote a letter, and Nanshan returned to my hut.

Unexpectedly, the master abandoned, the deceased due to many illnesses.

White hair urges old age, and Qingyang urges old age.

Forever sorrowful and insomnia, pine moon night window is empty.

Passing the old friend's village

The old man had chicken millet and invited me to the Tian family.

Tree edge of the village together, Aoyama Guo oblique.

Kaixuan noodle farm, the wine talk mulberry.

Wait until the Double Ninth Festival.Just come back to chrysanthemums.

Stay at Tonglu River and send old tour to Guangling

The mountains are dark and the apes are sad, and the Cangjiang River flows rapidly at night.

The wind blew across the leaves, and the moon shone in a lonely boat.

Jiande is not my homeland, but we should reminisce about old travels.

I will also send two lines of tears to the west of the sea.

(End of this chapter)