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Wind RoarIng Villa, Fog Lock Stone Pond. Under the eaves, Yan did not return home.
Hope for spring is timid, and the traces are hidden. Only the dust is mi, the wind is fierce, and the day is long.
Half of his life, he was in frequent pain. At the inquiry desk, the tears are cleared.
Bandits will sleep, Xiao to the cloud window. Wait for the pear blossoms to be white, the peach blossoms are colorful, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant.
Xijiang Moon
The river night does not recognize more leaks, and the spring wind is several degrees of flower residue.
The lonely ship shadow is sleepless, looking at the moon and thinking about it.
Qianli Chanjuan only dreams, a statue of turbid wine into a note.
Attentive fish and geese went to Guanshan, and their tearful eyes were gone.
Partridge day
Infinitely sunny and springy, the wind is soft and fragrant.
The half hedge leaves a little greenery, and a new tree is like a peach.
Chasing the past, covering up the traces, flowing young Xu living alone in poverty.
Pengmen meets Pingjun, and the soul of the flowers and the soul of the years accompany the soul of the dream.
Painting Hall Spring
The West Building woke up and cried crisply, moving the window to the twilight rain.
Peach blossoms are scattered with willow branches, and double swallows fly obliquely.
Gui Yan murmured the bottom thing, who knows in the dream?
Acacia into a cocoon of suspicion, tears locked deep boudoir.
Minami Gezi
Willows dipped in incense sleeves, spring flowers fall pavilion.
Lan Zhou had passed away and the clouds were light, only to see the remnants of the sun paving the water and crossing the river.
Eyes tired of the mountains and far away, deep in the moon.
The red letter was wet with tears and asked about the return journey, but it was Xiao Xiao Wuye who changed his voice.
Tread on the sand line
Clouds cover the sky, fog covers the foothills, and light rain is like a few wisps of smoke.
Falling red spring returns to jade tree makeup, and green waves flow east.
Where the face is, the desire to write is speechless, looking at the mountains and rivers winding the road.
For whom to lose weight and lose Chan Juan, sad and dreamy is not the same.
The mighty east wind bu zeen, luo xie dance drunk light clouds.
A few branches of bright spring color, a wisp of fragrant makeup dream marks.
Greeting the dawn, waiting for dusk, the face secretly changed the silent Nagato.
However, the rain was tightening, and the jade flute was miserable and blew off the dust.
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