Tonight, dream back to Datang

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Tang Dynasty

Author: Luo Yi from the wind Source: Light Ink Time

Editor: Yi meng Fang Fei ID: dreamflymf

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Tonight, dream back to Datang

Just the bright moon in front of Li Bai's window

The flowers are three people

Drunk, exchange the five-flowered horse for wine

Long wind tens of thousands of miles,

The dream soul is not difficult to close the mountain

Noble concubine of the north of the Agarwood Pavilion

A 100-foot tall building may be able to pick up the stars

The difficulty of the Shu Dao

So, fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March

I chase the butterflies among the flowers of the Yellow Four Niangs

He actually flew over Du Fu's grass hall

See the red wet flowers have been heavy

The small town is deep in spring

Summoning wives and children to return to their hometowns as companions

By the banks of Raccoon Creek

I teased the yellow orioles that were singing among the willows

Qilu was still in love

When the flowers fell, I met the old people of Jiangnan again

I saw Yuan Shu live in the Temple of Universal Salvation

The Cui warbler in the west wing of the moon

I don't care if a lover becomes a family member or not

A low laugh is not a laugh

It has been a shipwreck in the past

Chunfeng knows what to do

Xue Tao finally took off his red dress

Peach blossom shallow deep

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I watched the white geese with my little brother, whose red palms were plucked

You say that you are willing to be a Mandarin duck and not envy the heavens

Autumn water is a long day and color

I make tea for you with warm wine

You ride iron around dragon city

I'll add a military parade book to your red sleeves

Your husband has the ambition to make meritorious achievements

I will accompany you in a red suit to fight the sword

Camping miles can not see the city

Qiangdi is full of frost

Hu Tian snowed in August

It's still cold in fox fur

Thousands of miles of yellow clouds obscured the day

The Long March has not been returned

It is said that boys are self-respecting

However, there were several people who could return to the Battle of Kogulai

You are gold in a hundred battles wearing gold armor

I am a white-clad teenager who broke through Loulan

I heard the midnight whispers of the seventh of July

I've seen beautiful people who are half-veiled with pipas

I saw that the spring tide was as flat as the sea

I heard the sound of thousands of households pounding under the moon

I saw how much the wind and rain had fallen in the night

I heard the backyard flowers sung by the merchant girl across the river

I picked red beans from the southern country to send acacia

I traveled in my mother's tightly sewn clothes

I met poets who were full of talent

Tonight, I want to dream back to Datang