【Online poetry recommendation】Zhang Qing's choice of words

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Zhang Qing, character Ru Bing, eighteen years old, chengdu, Sichuan, learned words for one year, studied under Mr. Chen Sigai, a sanren in Jiangdong. He is a member of the Min Society and the Wind Andan Word Society.

Heavenly Fairy Rao Chun

Jade locust flowers when light white. Yan Guan's spring is gone and there is no return. Yueming was more drunk with green lotus cups. Moss stone old, cuckoo crying. The lonely dawn wind moves the guest's thoughts.

Huanxi Sha guest house Hengyang

The willow color by the Mingyue Bridge is new. He also remembered the flower people. Poor no more water clouds. Eaves corner green bell shocking dream, plantain light rain far deep spring. Ten years of thoughts are easy to lose.

Drunken flowers accidentally got the sentence "I also canghaiyan" after the endowed

The smoke is far away. The smoke is shallow. It's like an eye. Flower shadows cover the window screens, rain sandals hinder the moss. I'm also a petrel. I don't know how to get drunk. Li Xue dreamed, late three spring changes.

Bodhisattva Man rhymes with Vedanta

Floating life to go to the day of sorrow. Too much of a smoke tent. When the moon is about to sink. Wear the clouds to say goodbye. The mountains fly white feathers. There was no one to speak. Hanging mat waiting for the immortal family. The wind startled the ground with flowers.

Frost Heaven Dawn Horn Laojun Mountain King Daochang's plum blossom diagram shows the rather elegant and ethereal realm because of this word

The gull's dream is not warm. Only a period of spring. Where the Shu paper pine smoke falls, the ice jade bone and the water cloud body. Bright Moon Illuminated. Plum remnants of snow marks. Alone to the bottom of the ancient corridor lamp, disappointed, a few dusks.

Qing Ping Le Fu Sheng Six Inscriptions

The pond garden is grassy. Talk about Xizhou Song together. Guo Suosong perch is cooked. White flesh with bamboo shoots. The branches are full of moons. Zunqian Xiao bi makeup red. With the same hand pouring spring wine, a piece of pear fell into the cup.

Asahina

The long street runs through the willows between the flowers. Idle cold jade railing. In the dream, I stepped on the snow several times and put the Crane Creek Mountain with Jun. And now and then, walking side by side, the smoke and water are cold. Looking back at the small bridge flying feathers, but divided into moonlights and a boat.

Appeal to the heartfelt order remember the story post of "When the day to return to Su Lan Bridge"

There is a red tide in the durian flowers. Gui Hong in yesterday's dynasty. Now it was not on the side of the groan, and Shen Lang's waist was thin. Warm green wine, cold frost robe. Letterhead burn. What is the matter with the soul, the eyebrows are bent, and the bananas on the moon are on the moon.

Asagiri A dream jianghu mobile game Yun Mengmen Sect

The east wind blows on the apricot blossom days. Leaning on the side of the Horse Water Bridge. The pestle was broken in the sound, and the twilight smoke was exhausted. The vicissitudes are endless, where is the return, a different kind of world. A relentless moonlight, three more illuminated the railing.

Frost Sky Dawn Corner A Dream Jianghu Mobile Tour Huashan Gate Sect

Count the red plums thin. A collar green shirt old. Where is the hoof, the return is it, the deceased is not? Stop for a glass of wine at the bottom of the flower. After the sword frost snow. Everything flows east like water, arguing for me, the breeze sleeve.

Hate late June snow

Green and green, sills of snow red, moonlight streamers. But the proposed, returned Ruizhu fairy, water sleeve wind dress. Think of yesterday, the smoking bottom sleeping Mandarin duck. Think of yesterday, plum new yellow. But it was not like that, the ice basin was lightly branched, leaning against the west window.

Twilight on the shores of Hibiscus City. Bridge City several star lights. Give me the old age, where in the world has been ascended. A penny of smoke and water, a bright moon in the middle of the mountain, and a light wind. When the jade flute flew, the locust flowers fell on the fish ships.

Partridge Day imitation of the words between the flowers

The courtyard streams fireflies long at night. Thrush in the blue screen window. In the mirror, Eji Baochao is cold, and yunying pearls on the mirror are yellow. School spring color, pick silver. A cage of smoke moonlight incense. The flower-watchers know where to go, and return to see the begonias in sorrow.

Partridge Day with friends snowcoats, sister Mingxia inscription

Drink wine among the flowers. The moss steps are even more distant. The spring wind should go to the door of the house, and the bright moon should not be killed in vain in the city. The candles are cold and the drunken soul is light. A bridge of red rain faded. No one knows where the dream of the dragon is, where the sound of the flying jade flute is low.

Partridge Heaven Thinks Father

After getting drunk, he also pitied the tail red. The bottom of the curtain is empty of green bottles. Wait for the frost grass to grow in the distance, such as parasitism to live in the wind. The present dynasty remembers, the old times are the same. The durian flowers shake down in the moon. Trance like a soul dream once returned, looking for Pengshan tens of thousands of weights.

Partridge Sky The Blue Sheep Palace returned to the rain in the evening

Geese ring at dusk and the wind is not calm. Akiyama's shadow fell into the clouds. The eaves of the smoke furnace are white, and the leaves are green in the dream. Hate the rain, the sound of broken intestines. The teenage past is hard to hear. The residual lamp is a little sparse, and the guest is attached to the short pavilion.

Tasha Xing Chengdu Fengbo Pavilion yu Li Shaowei Li Fang Liu Mengqi Zhujun rhymed with the word "guan"

The guests are sad, and the dream of the old garden is short. The eaves of the porch do not see the swallow of that year. Leaning back to see the wall lamp dim, the three bright moons returned to the orphanage. Flower skinny west pool, shadow oblique snow case. Hugh will be sadly titled . The green turnip withered away the small courtyard steps, and the wisps of soul and smoke were far away.

Xing Xiangzi Rhymes with Suzi over the Seven Mile Beach

The blue shisha is light. Willow Gulls were shocked. Return to the boat late, the sunset is calm. Paddle low red carp, lotus near pingping. The clouds are dark, the waves are faint, and the night is bright. People sleep in the river, and the moon hangs on the mountain screen. Shallow dreams, swimming to Zhuling. If you want to quit the dust, stand idly by. But the warblers are delicate, the sideburns are pollen, and the rain is blue.

Fa Qu Xian Yin Si Jia dreamed of waking up after doing it

The geese are cloudy, the ducks are crying blue water, and the red lotus of the Ten Mile Smoke Bridge. The small courtyard is light, the steps are mossy and green, and a pool of clear waves is mandarin. But go to the countryside for a long time. Still like a teenager? Not as old as the old. Cover the heavy door, the jade furnace burns the manuscript, unconscious, and the soft skirt is crumpled. The slanted bun is the most pitiful and emaciated. Twenty-three years, the cherries are ripe. When the moon was shining, I dreamed that the person in front of the flower was thin.

The first branch of the East Wind Nanjing Mochou Lake Mahogany Furniture Museum see the white begonia

Yuyan slept sadly, the smoke wind blew awake, and the moss was cold to Yao. Begonia slightly hides the Zhumen, and the bright moon shallow floats green wine. The colt galloped over the eyes, nothing more than, the streamer was still there. Remember the time of youth, a tree of plum blossoms, the snow in the small courtyard is deep red and thin. Look across the creek, the breeze weeping willows. Pity dreams, edged green sleeves. Soft green frost white is more, broken blue smoke yellow empty. I was born, forgotten, and no one looked back. Pick the lamp to see, a cornice sparse star, Qingqing that box knows?

Water Dragon Barn White Begonia

Three thousand years old, washed away the rouge color. The clouds are condensed, the branches are stacked green, and the incense is fragrant. Shallow ice silk, green marks clear tears, feather dew wet. Read the warbler at the bottom of the leaf, praise the smoke, the heavenly makeup, Danqing pen. Also for whom. Remembering that year, Huan'er was drunk. Former bright moon, plum soul is still there, dressed in jade white. The bowl snow is in full bloom, the flowers are falling like a promise, and the flute is played on the side. In Dao Nanke's dream, on the acacia paper, he is an amorous guest.

Double swallow cherry blossoms

To the Three Islands, it is Zhu Cui Lou Ting, pink clothes cloud dance. The Lady of the Woe Nguyen, the sound and the sound of the holy mountain. The bright moon should sink into the fog of the sea. Ji Qianzai, Qiu Long Dongdu. Rounded teeth green, indifferent clothes fragrant. distress. The east wind does not stop. Fading shadows fall to the terrace, wet eyes smoke. A red tear, the dream broke the way back to Kyushu. The warbler swallow is far away in spring. Thousands of things, with whom to talk? Return to the first inside of the soul, blow down the depths of the water waves.

Dark incense Lotus

Feel not spring color. Zhengjiang South Plum Rain, Smoke Ao kasaki. Shuyu can listen, and heaven and earth are the flutes of the piano water. Who fell into the dream of the world, but it is still taught and the world is still separated. Thinner, clear bones who knows? Bright Moon Old Acquaintance. Bondage. Material also recalled. Look at the two or three tailed fish, the white wave screen traces. Sparse red leaning blue. The cloud beast crossed the colt gap. A lonely boat goes far, a little sad, how to get rid of. Only in vain, outside the shadow of the gulls, a few peaks are silent.

Golden Wisp Song has a nostalgia

Chu Kesi returned to the point. Count the origins, the only pair in the world, the bright moon in the old days. Approaching the place where the red dust was sinking, the wind lamp behind him was about to go out. There is no leftover, and the begonias are broken. Fading away from the spring light color old, young lang, easy to lightly part. Something to say to whom. Floating is exactly like the snow in front of zun. Hatred is reckless, the heart is gone, and the eyebrows are closed. Only the smoke of the mountains and rivers comforted me with the shaking of the banana. A few more degrees, flying flowers season. Twenty-four bridges flowing water, carrying idle sorrows, with the flat boat hair. Listen to a flute and blow through.

On the phoenix stage, the remembrance of the blowing pipe is the scenery of the raccoon stream in Jinli

The wind sends floating clouds, the moss is tired, and the moon shines obliquely in the southern direction. Still left behind, red fence thin stone, flowing water creek bridge. The smoke and snow blew through overnight, and once the place was changed, the green waist was changed. In the end, it is not similar, like a falling flower, and it is easy to disappear. Shocked by the green color of the half eaves, Fang knew that the thrush was already in the pavilion. According to the covenant and Luo skirt, the peony withered. Helpless warblers are old, long-distance travelers, the way back to the road. And Hugh asked, tomorrow no crossing the tide.

Jade leak late Autumn night send nostalgia

Rongcheng autumn dew white, eaves teeth hanging on the moon, frost day like sweeping. According to the previous tour, a song is faint. The scenery is re-watched every year, but the inspection is spotted and the life is hugged. I'm sorry. The west wind lane is strange, how many flowers have fallen. That can buy wine on the stage, looking at the smoke clouds outside the fence, the water is cold and the mountains are small. Infinite hurt, sue with whom knows? Pink tears throw away the silk pa, afraid to return, the door is deserted warbler old. New dreams. Dreaming of the old garden herbs.

Reveller cream

Bundle of smoke in the evening, the star sinks into the blue waves, and the fish is small. The crystal curtain flickered, and the Li Palace did not sleep. I am afraid that it is a long night of weeping beads, and the sea is silky and the mountain roots are scattered. Forget, Wujiang Cebu, cold crossing song dust. Re-recognize the tear trail, there are wild chrysanthemums and cold plums, and cangwa idle doors. The darkness of the golden wind blows the traces of the moon. A little jade branch floating snow, like a moth, dead to spring. Dreams also, and flowers sleep without smelling.

High balcony The small building sits idly, overhearing the sound of the pipa coming from the neighbor, mourning and mourning, and arousing people's emotions

The back of the curtain is obliquely sunny, the step edge wood leaves, the green and half-covered window screen. The golden wind in the bottle, when to blow on the crab leaf. Drifting zero shadow thing through the annual guests, only taste themselves, after the tea. Sigh new arrivals, a pillow of autumn fragrance, two smokes. This dynasty is still thinner than the previous dynasty, afraid of waking up due to illness and wine, and the dream is also home. Speechless, bear with the lights. The neighbor is sad, but desolate, not to mention the pipa. Eliminate him even more, dissolve idleness, and do not go to the end of the world.

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