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The 10 most beautiful ancient poems are intoxicating

The 10 most beautiful ancient poems are intoxicating

Painting Hall Spring

Naran Rongruo

A lifetime of generations and a couple, competing for two souls?

Acacia does not look at each other, the sky is for who spring.

The pulp is easy to take to the blue bridge, and the medicine is difficult to run into the blue sea,

If it is comparable to Oxford, it is relatively forgetful of poverty.

A cut plum boat crossed the Wu River

Jiang Jie

A spring sorrow waits for the wine to be poured, the boat on the river shakes, and the curtain moves upstairs.

Qiu Niang crossed and Tai Niang Bridge, the wind went to flutter, and the rain was swift.

When will I return home to wash my robes? Silver characters are phonological, and heart characters are incense burning.

Streamers are easy to throw people away, red cherries, green plantains.

Qingyu case · New Year's Eve

Xin abandons the disease

The east wind blooms a thousand trees at night, blowing down, and the stars are like rain.

BMW carved car fragrant road, phoenix sound movement, jade pot light rotation, a night of fish and dragon dance.

Moth snow willow golden wisps, laughter full of dark incense.

The multitudes looked for him a thousand times, and looked back, but the man was there, and the lights were dimmed.

Jiang Chengzi

Su shi

Ten years of life and death are vague, not thinking, unforgettable.

Thousands of miles of lonely graves, nowhere to say desolate.

Even if they do not know each other, they are full of dust and sideburns.

At night, the ghost dream suddenly returned home, the small window, is grooming.

There are no words for each other, but there are thousands of tears.

It is expected that the intestines will be broken every year, the night of the bright moon, and the short Matsuoka.

A cut of plum

Tang Yin

The rain hit the pear blossom deep closed door. Forget youth, miss youth.

Who cares about pleasure? Spend the soul, the moon under the soul.

The peak of the brow is full of sorrow. A thousand points of crying, a thousand points of crying.

Dawn to see the sky twilight to see the clouds. Xing also thinks of jun, sit also thinks of jun!

Su MuSha

Kunihiko Zhou

Burn the incense and cool off. Birds and finches call out to the sun, invading the eaves.

The first sun on the leaves is dry and rainy, the water surface is clear, and the wind is lifted.

Hometown Haruka, when to go? The family lives in Wumen, and sits in Chang'an for a long time.

May fisherman reminiscences? The small boat is light, and the dream is like a hibiscus pool.

Tie the waist skirt

Zhang Xian

The frost toad shines on the night clouds, and the hazy shadow draws the outline.

Human feelings are like a long love month, counting a year. And you can get it again, a few times round.

If you want to send the Xijiang inscription leaf characters, you can't flow in front of the five pavilions.

The East Pond has a new lotus green, which is still as small as money. Ask when the day is, when is the lotus.

The 10 most beautiful ancient poems are intoxicating

Yu Meiren

The teenager listened to the rain song upstairs, and the red candles dimmed.

In the prime of life, listening to the rain passenger boat, the river wide cloud low broken geese called the west wind.

And now listening to the rain monk downstairs, the sideburns have been stars also.

The joy and sorrow are always merciless, and the first step of the order is dripped until dawn.

Plutophate

Lu

Red crispy hands, yellow vine wine, full of spring color palace wall willow,

The east wind is evil, the joy is thin, a cup of sorrow, a few years away from the rope,

Wrong, wrong, wrong!

Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and the tear marks are red and full of fish,

Peach blossom fall, idle pond pavilion, although the mountain alliance is there, the Jinshu is difficult to trust,

Mo, Mo, Mo!

Tang Wan

The world is thin, people are evil, and the rain sends dusk flowers to fall easily.

Xiao Feng dry, tear stains, meet the heart, monologue railing,

Hard, hard, hard!

People are everywhere, today is not yesterday, and the sick soul is often like a swing rope.

Horns are cold, the night is dark, afraid of people asking, swallowing tears and pretending to be happy,

Conceal, conceal, conceal!

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