Liu Chenweng (Source Network)
About the Author
Liu Chenweng, a native of Luling, Songji Prefecture, was a Chinese poet and a chinese poet. Make up too little students. Li Zong Jingding three years of court examination, Jia Like Dao, put the first, in order to pro-old people to invite the head of Lianxi Academy. Jiang Wanli recommended the History Museum, except for the Doctor of Taixue, all of whom were fixed. The Song Dynasty died and lived in seclusion. Work words, more lyrics of the hatred of the country, pain and sincerity. There are "Xuxi Collection", "Banma Similarities and Differences", "Fang Weng Poetry Selection Collection" and so on.
Poetic works
WangjiangNan
Evening sunshine
Toward the twilight, the clouds and rain are sure to be like this. The flower day through the window plum is small, and the snow wind sprinkles rain willow sparsely. People sing at the beginning of the evening.
WangjiangNan
Lantern Festival
Spring is quiet, spring rain does not have to be sunny. The unknown lights in the sky are forbidden, and the human world turns like the moon is merciless. Villages and cities learn the sound of the whistle.
WangjiangNan
Autumn is the scene
Sycamore, see the Moon West Building. Vinegar orange yellow crab shell, musk lotus leaves peel chicken head. People are touring the Royal Street.
WangjiangNan
Sycamore, people swimming in the Royal Street. Fengsu Cloud Silk Ribbon, Dragon Pond Jade Fragrant Ball. The palace lady's backyard autumn.
Double tone looking at Gangnam
Endowed with what you see
Long desire to speak, desire to speak and hesitate. I am tired of listening to YiFu's praises, and I am overwhelmed by the songs of the yue people. There are many lonely water clouds.
Shy, annoyed by the mozzie. The broken candle does not teach people to go, and when the clouds are broken, there are tears. Hate hate.
Double tone looking at Gangnam
Shou Xie Shou Peng
The night before, the Weaver Girl crossed the river. There are five days in the heavens, and there are thousands of years of small dwellings on earth. Descend the gods together.
When rich, cover your nose and sleep high. If you want to talk about it, you will still wait, and I don't know how to do it even more pitifully. The cane realm is stubborn.
Double tone looking at Gangnam
Shou Zhao Songlu
Add one year old, subtract one year old and frown. If you are married in your lifetime, you must take medicine ten years later. The marriage is ready at any time.
The owner, the bean companion frolicks. Fortunately, since the juvenile field house, who can count the number of cooks. Chitose is a spirit turtle.
Double tone looking at Gangnam
Hu Panju's birthday
The place of the plate, the spring butterfly dance. The stream is planted with jade, and the walls are surrounded by bamboo shoots. The deep courtyard is waiting to return to the immortals.
Jia Xihao, forty-two years ago. Remember the five stars ding, a few years later Jia Shen Lian. Happy for a thousand years.
Double tone looking at Gangnam
Shouwang Qiushui
Raise your eyebrows, and the color waiter ZiXia is raised. The Nine Dynasties in heaven were rising, and Zun Qian smiled at the jade difference. People sing their own words.
Hedge under the chrysanthemum, drunk with a branch. Huashui begged jun thirty hu, autumn wind remembered me a couplet of poems. Stay when watching the tuberose.
Double tone looking at Gangnam
Shou Zhang Pu Weng
Seven days later, the reunion is in front of the stars. Between February, it is like this, and the rest of the year is more than 13,000. Day to get drunk on the feast.
The song Snow, except for the biography of Cher. Look at the immortal scoop repeatedly falling, in front of the orange millet technique He Xuan. Singing to the Queqiao Immortal.
Nangoko
Nine days
The wide place is slightly calm, and the Huashui Huashan is different. In the old days, the sages hated hand in hand, hurriedly, but it only showed that the year was very heavy.
A few years old to avoid Liaodong, Maozhu autumn wind is empty. Desire Liaodong where is, mengmeng, also like Qin Lou in a dream.
Nangoko
Under the wood rhinoceros flower, because of the grandeur of the Yongyang Xuanxi and the hometown clan sub-gate, and its people are suitable for here, sighing and reborn
Fragrant snow shattered, and they closed the branches to bring a dew meal. Laugh down the man and the jade shavings, Jindan, not on the cactus plate.
A thousand trees are dry and dry, and the mountain ridge Zhumen is in the dream. The masters under the flowers are all here, who sees, the heavens and the earth are as cold as it is.
Nangoko
Impromptu Ji Tour
It is like appreciating the flowers and moving, and everywhere it is open and respectful. Pear chestnut and empty and exhausted, Fang Zhi, the old Day LiJu persuaded guests to return.
The return of the road and the moon followed, and the son's protégé was late. Sitting for a long time without knowing what to do, it is doubtful, and it is crazy to Dao'er.
Waves and sand
Autumn night nostalgia
There is no leaf with autumn sounds, cool sideburns are frightening, and the city is full of bright moon and half a window. Only the old man's heart seemed to be drunk, and he did not wake up.
Dancing is not successful, this hatred is difficult to calm, and it is sitting two or three times more in danger. Except for the late Cao Mengde, who to fight with.
Waves and sand
Windy
Rolling the sea and turning the cup, pouring Penglai, it seems to be everywhere horse head. Rain washed the royal street flowed to me, blowing toward the tide back.
Cold like snow plums, ann pomegranate blossoms, embroidered heavy warm laughing ash. I expect the east wind to remember me, and I returned last night.
Waves and sand
Feel it
There are two eyebrows, the wind and rain are cold in spring, and the pond is full of small water. Only for the willow flower is not a little, forget Lin'an.
He Xu peony residue, the guest leaned on the screen to see, the small floor surface is Spring Mountain. The sun twilight does not know the way to spring, and the area is dry.
Like a dream
Titled Four Beauty Paintings
It's like looking for Fang fang, not a bow bending. Nothing leans on the spring, and the three-inch sock marks are newly tight. Shyness fades, shame fades, and suddenly the mood is unstable.
Like a dream
The willow wind reclines, and it is difficult to remember the wrong mo dream cloud. For whom the flower shadow weighs, a grip of fish people's silk tears. What, what, what, the face of the past is shy.
Like a dream
Sleepy eyes are green and cloudy, and the household is lightly windy and hot. Tired of approaching Bi Lan, the oblique shadow helped people to go. Clueless, clueless, falling down a light lift.
Like a dream
The leaves are full of west winds, and qionglou dangui lives alone. Lonely Shadow hugged the toad cold and sent it to the moon. Hugh sent, hugh sent, millet bud beads heartbreak.
Jiang Chengzi
West Lake nostalgic
Outside the Yongjin Gate on the boat yard, Hushan Hall, Zhongxian Hall. To a few bleak, the city corner blows frost at night. Who knows the two peaks of the opposite language, the sky is miserable, the water is vast.
The moon shifts to the shadow of the wall, afraid of dusk, and dusk. In the old days, zhumen, the four saints were secretly perfumed. The emissary does not come to spring and is old, the south is in the north, and the intestines are cut off.
Jiang Chengzi
Chunxing
Spring of the year is geometrically empty, apricot blossoms are red, begonias are red. Look at the branches, speechless and complaining. Fortunately, since one sunny day is too warm, three days of rain, five more winds.
The chief of the mountain remembers the city, to the city, looking east of the water. Talk about idleness, no hurry. Yesterday I also drank with the same flowers, and finally there was hatred, not thick.
Jiang Chengzi
And Mo Xuan's first rhyme
The title of the book is whispering cave garden incense, pregnant cloud yellow, and cantonese pearlescent. Summoning the Immortals, except for He Zhizhang. Not old enough to idle until old, nothing to do, and poetry busy.
It is the old man who has been double, sending a thousand covets, happy who is bothered. Winning and losing in the world is not like rotten. Late entry into the youngest, empty knot, junior field.
Jiang Chengzi
Begonia flowers under the burning candle word
Red drunken sleeves dry, night will be dry, go to the difficult struggle. Burn the honey to tune the peak, re-illuminate the jintuan luan. Spring to the depths of the cave room warm, Fang knows, the moon palace cold.
The branches were red and the tears had not dried, and the backs were played, and the words were shy. Sleepy mood, like a dream. Just since the hazy flowers under the good, silver candles, a few people look.
Dot lips
Bottle plum
Small pavilion horizontal window, Qian who painted plum far away. That half of the face, I saw it between the screens.
The wind and snow are empty mountains, and there is no Xun Qian in his arms. Spring can be loved, self-shame pieces, more east wind turn.
Dot lips
and visitIng Mei
A snow falls, and the donkey does not carry the whip. Listen to the spring rain at night, and the snow is almost without suffering.
Stay sunny and always be a tourist. Mei promised, the small bridge was extended, and the bee butterfly formed the road first.
Dot lips
Send affection
Drunk and stunned, I can't remember the time last night. Doubting himself about the wine, Geng Geng is still the same.
Hate cannot be said, but the sky is negative. Heaven knows no, the person in the volume is thin, like Zhang Tai Liu.
Dot lips
and Deng Zhongfu in late spring
Swallow pond, red over the swing night. It is the first roll of the curtain.
Sleep is relentless, and the world is far away. Shy and evenly faced, at first shocked red and shallow, dreams since no one sees.
Dot lips
Inscription
The dragon refers to the cold spring, and the long birds are flying snow. Speechless, dark pecking acacia knot.
Only the shadow is deep, and it is also a farewell to the mountain. Turning into self-defeating, falling flowers, Qianzi rules are absolutely silent.
Dot lips
Rainbow jade horizontal reed, fibrous fingers according to the new sound. Jagged, last night Liang Yi was wrong.
A little idleness, the characters are forgotten. Shen Yinjue, a cry of mourning, the courtyard was full of flowers.
Raccoon Creek Sand
March 3
Why should you say hello, and the small hedge crosses the long street of Yucui. Peach must have green shoes.
On a sunny day, I think about the flower place, and the east wind is like a willow feeling. The wine of the world is like Huaihuai.
Raccoon Creek Sand
On the ninth day of the afternoon
I was still healthy last year, and I knew that things would be business as usual in the past ten days. The glass of wine in front of you is Chongyang.
The broken hat and hairpin carry the plain hand, and the long song comforts the cold incense with grass. Children blame me for being crazy.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Tiger Creek Spring
The spring breeze swept the beards, and the chaotic mountains were relatively cold. The color whip gold wins for a while.
Since the wisps of green silk into a thin willow, more piles of residual snow as a crisp. Children and do not sing the imperial capital.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Shou Chen Jingzhi pushed the official
The body is a tall person who wants to sleep on the ice, and the year can stay in the pig. Carefree and light.
In the snow, the prisoner was also happy, and the crane was ridden to the family safely. This spring is an early spring for eternal life.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Ten days and a thousand machines can be reconciled, and Guo Lang feels lucky. The human world is a small media.
Straight up to shake the whiskers of ninety thousand, full of stars and buckets together. And it was said that Jia Ke had always come.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Twilight looks at each other and looks at each other harmoniously, and the needle building is coincidentally like a figure. Countless elderly media under the head.
Last night the bamboo forest was seen, and the magpie was empty. The human world can come in five days.
Spread out the Raccoon Creek sand
Return at night on the pond
Drunk and slightly cold, he woke up, and the wind did not show his hat. Walk through the creek under the deep pine snow, three more nights.
The white and white fields are paved like the moon, and the road is like ice. There are no three hundred curves in the creek, a boat crossed.
Spread out the Raccoon Creek sand
The soft rouge is shallow with plums, and the gentleness does not go up to the shelter. Ruobi apricot peach really did not know. Grab the silver tire.
Sweaty noodles wipe with lazy powder, and the dark wet cheeks after the wine aroma is strong. Delicate should not wake up drunk, Qian who guessed.
Frost Dawn Horn
Early spring is the event
The willows want snow, and the smoke disappears for ten miles. Ququ dried up the shadows, teaching people to remember, night to moon.
Relatively speaking, the family said that the lantern flowers were still knotted. Frozen rain village drum, finally not similar, on the Yuan Festival.
Frost Dawn Horn
Mid-Autumn Festival to The Month
Dark clouds sweat, turbid waves turn over the river. Passing through a thousand demonic obstacles, dignified and full.
The autumn light was still halfway through, and the eaves were first broken. Regardless of the flower dew, it has been done, and the second is more to see.
Frost Dawn Horn
and the ninth day of the Middle Fast
Riding a thousand rides, there is a ju know what the world is. If you want to see the ascent of nowhere, north of Huai, it is flat.
Old age has no taste, old age has no tears. Thank you for the white clothes, I am sick and can't get drunk.
Frost Dawn Horn
There is a plum plant downstairs, and there is no flower in winter. Spring half open suddenly, a calyx head, out of the ten thousand red, because of the endowment
After years of loneliness, I have lost the promise of flowers. Suddenly to the side of the red plum, open a little snow, some people feel.
Don't open what seems to be Mo, a hundred branches are only one calyx. But he asked Shouyang Gong's forehead, how could he write about it.
Frost Dawn Horn
Shou Wu Mong An
Like a bamboo, it is a blessing in disguise. The little painting hall is like a brocade, listening to people singing, crane flying songs.
Orange orange yellow and green, crab to new ripening. Then do the thirty oblique of the month, drink endlessly, jutan chrysanthemum.
Frost Dawn Horn
Shou Chen Jingzhi
There is light snow in the morning, and it is close to the Festival of Eternal Life. Create a branch of extinction, plum and snow, how to distinguish.
Two years of heart like a moon, except that god knows. Hand plant a thousand trees in the spring wind, one by one, to be picked.
Frost Dawn Horn
Shouzhang Ancient Rock
Next year seventy, Gecai Bridge Xianxi. See Yan Junping Dao, the year is the first day of the first month.
At the same time, with Limi, the present and the past. He did the fusheng age, and he did not arrive and eat and eat.
Frost Dawn Horn
Shou Jia taught
Good night seven seven, and close to the middle of the first day. The old man on the bridge had an appointment, and after five days, he came back to look for it.
Chan Juan silver sea out, wood rhinoceros new rain wet. Only Yan ping sword qi, outside the Midou, guang cold force.
Frost Dawn Horn
Shou Xiao is quiet, and the time is always new
Return to put the chrysanthemum, spring urn is ripe today. He could not stay bitterly, and took his widow and went to Fenqu.
The true face of Lushan Mountain, Ice Qing also reflects jade. Long smile Ou Gong old lazy, jun and live, drink snail green.
Frost Dawn Horn
Shou Kang Zhen Mountain
Asking whether spring has come or not, it is also like Xin Nong. So the boy is fifty, and then he passes by, Kong Rong ii.
Painting the grandchildren of the hall, the new peach is like the old fortress. Regardless of the days after the Ming Dynasty, spring is full of eyes and chitose.
Frost Dawn Horn
□□□□，□□□□□。 □□□□□□，□□□、□□□。
The center of governance is like a Buddha, and the center of governance is like a sun. People wish to rule in chitose, like Weng Fu, like Weng De.
Bu operator
Lantern Festival
Not to re-look at the lights, to see the riverside woman again. The long moths marched, and the road turned and the wind blew away.
Ten years of waste Lantern, full of ears and drums. If you want to know who is too guarded in front of Zun, dance to Zun Qian.
Bu operator
Shou Gun Shou
It has been three years, and the father and the elder have borrowed it. I would like to borrow a few years with Tiangong to protect my chicken and dolphin society.
□□□□□，□□□□□。 □□□□□□□，□□□□□。
Bodhisattva man
Autumn Xing
There is three more rains on the banana leaves, and life is only with him. It is not the end of the world, and the end of the world is also home.
Ping Shan is stacked three or five times, and butterflies fly everywhere. It is Jukan who can see, and the east fence is cold alone.
Bodhisattva man
Hunan Province
The yellow chicken is hypnotized, and the sleepy window is like water. Qing lu has never been cold, and it is difficult to come and go.
When the family sleeps beautifully, they remember the return journey. Regardless of whether the wet or dry, the hibiscus flowers look at themselves.
Bodhisattva man
Spring dawn
The painting liang language penetrates the curtain, and the tong wind sends Yang Hua lao. The drizzle is green and cold, and the placket is only like a single.
Qingmen Sanli Road, each one swims in the grass. It is more difficult to step on the green than it seems to be married.
Bodhisattva man
Bound for Mt. Kasuga
The river wave is like the West Lake song, and the village smoke is relative to the north and south of the peak. Where is not Qingqing, Qingqing is Han Mo.
Long pavilion Yerba Buena Road, cold food whose tomb. In the old days, it was tired of red, and the people walked nine miles of pine.
Bodhisattva man
Ding ugly send spring
Earnestly want to send spring home, the white first question will break the intestines sentence. Spring goes to self-reliance, and there is nowhere to go.
The end of the world is the same as the apartment, shaking hands to stay in the spring. Small live in the peach branch, the peach root does not belong to anyone.
Bodhisattva man
Title Drunken Daoist Figure
The eight immortals' names and surnames were few at that time, and the filthy cattle drank and poured together. Only I am honored, and others laugh and wake up.
For many years, the village walked, and there was no rise in the mud drink. Entering the Jade Gate Pass, life is difficult to get drunk.
Good thing near
Nakazai Huinian, the word "longevity", the meaning of the brothers of the cold
After □ a hundred years of idleness, Yuan Du injured himself and came to twilight. Break through the void without hindrance, and ride the dragon to fly away.
See also the last sentence of how, this matter failed to pay. In the front of the small bridge wind and snow, it is the place where Junshi is formed.
Gurudwara Golden Gate
When the wind rises, about Sundanese and Begonias
Delicate, sleepy and soft in the spring. Dripping the palace is difficult to dye, and the red candle is bright.
The silent dewdrops cried out, and the green sleeves couldn't help but flutter. Fang Dao met and laughed, and the day grew and fell asleep at the beginning.
Gurudwara Golden Gate
And Sunda re-endowed begonias
The flower dew is wet, and the red tears are covered into beads. It is like Zhao Yang En did not get it, and slept to add drunkenness.
A smile is dripping, and then the shy tide is whispering. Hate the blood of the millennium, the millennium people remember together.
Gurudwara Golden Gate
And Sunda Begonia rhymes
Enjoy the competition and see the falling red array. Flowers do not sleep like a disease, and the cold air in spring is exhausted.
In the old days, there was no prosperity, and there was no pleasure in drinking now. Hate the East Wind without green sideburns, the East Wind also hates itself.
Sauvignon Blanc
Hi Sunny
Shangyuanqing, Shangyuanqing, sit on the touch screen when it is sunny. The mountain fowl sounded three or two.
If you want to return to the city, but do not return to the city, see that there are lights everywhere in the city. Everywhere next year.
Remember Qin'e
Zhongzhai Shangyuanke scattered feeling old, endowed with memories of Qin E's seeing the genus, a reading of sadness, with rhymes to send affection, do not feel sad
Burning Lantern Festival, wind and snow on the Asakyo Road. Wind and snow, the country and mountains are as old as ever, and the people of Chaojing are absolutely desperate.
A hundred years of short rise and fall, and Junyu against the moon at that time. At that time, the moon was shining on people's candles and tears, and illuminating people's plum hair.
Remember Qin'e
Yesterday and times, and as a lantern festival, I did not send it, I saw the ancient rocks stacked in the morning, and I got the jaimei, so I wrote a farewell
On the Thunder Festival, plum blossoms are rising into snow. Sold into snow, once a year, for the king's intestines.
The ancients hated the middle age, and the new first month of the year. The new new month, can not face the mirror, can not bear the hair.
Remember Qin'e
Plum Blossom Festival, white-headed lying up to eat felt snow. Meal felt snow, Shanglin geese broken, Shanglin book absolute.
The saddest thing is the river beam farewell, no one worships the moon in the sky. The moon in the sky, a shadow, a haircut.
Remember Qin'e
On the Lantern Festival, the bells are like snow on Aoshan Mountain. The snow on Aoshan Mountain is clear this evening, and it is sad this evening.
The old man seems to say goodbye to the end, and the idiot is more looking forward to the spring and March. In the spring and March, the flowers are like human faces, and they are ashamed of themselves.
Remember Qin'e
Sigh for the Cao Rouge Pavilion
Spring is like yesterday, and the breeze blows through the Rouge Pavilion. Rouge Pavilion, garden full of thatch, cold smoke city Guo.
The green shirt tears up the corner of the building, and the beautiful dream breaks the flower. Between the flowers, the dusk drizzle, a scattered branch.
Xijiang Moon
New Autumn Writing
The heavens are low as the old, and the children of the earth are mad. Try on new makeup everywhere at night, but it is heaven on earth.
I don't feel that the new is cool like water, and the two sideburns of acacia are like frost. Dream from the bottom of the sea across the dry mulberry, read the milky way wind and waves.
Xijiang Moon
Reminiscences
Once with Hui Weng hand in hand, self-advised Lao Tzu like a dragon. Pregnant did not dare to ask about spring and winter, waiting for the whipping phoenix.
Last night it was late in Huangshi, and now it is heavy on Hongmeng. The peach blossoms drunkenly meet each other and say that they are all dreaming of butterflies.
Xijiang Moon
Shi Qiyi tried to teach Wu Qimen style bureau, thinking that the art of war was essential, and held the fan map in self-defense
The jade tent is like a mirror, and the green dragon is wrapped around its fingers into a wheel. How many white-headed people are in the dust, and it is difficult to recognize them in the dry.
Everything is said to be true, and the ghosts and gods must also be blinded. Misty asked me if I was He Jin, and Mr. Xiang Dao was sleepy during the day.
Ching Ping Le
pomegranate
The crimson half of the face, like the wall head to see. The grass and tree pond is green, and it is dried up several times.
More who wears sleeves and lips, the fire cloud is relative to Yingying. Laughing at the peony at noon, leaving the phi not to look at the promise.
Ching Ping Le
Shou Mou Weng
The word is Shou, the wonderful Sun Xin Woman. But hate the cup without dew to add wine, empty waiting for plum blossoms for a long time.
Xijun Baishou is still Xuan, and the human world believes in heaven. So old, I am tired for many years.
Return to China
Twilight spring rejoices
The first rain breaks, the water green waist skirt is hot, and Yang Hua does not do humane snow.
The wind and currents want to pass the former village butterfly, shame into parting, but look back but hate spring and March.
Zhaojun complained
Play Month
Above the moonrise on the east mountain, the people of The Royal Street sang. Hate that I can't play the piano, have a heart.
Leaning on Qiu Bo Pingying, the jade muscles are gradually cold. Wait until it is drier and get up to see.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Spring is the time
Far away bees do not remember home, several lines of new willows crying crows. Thinking about the past is the end of the world.
Sleeping with love and pictures, Yan Gui was speechless and leaned over. The evening wind blows down small vases of flowers.
Raccoon Creek Sand
Farewell
A little bit of sparse forest wants snow days, and the bamboo hedge is obliquely closed to Qingyan. Pity for Yi Haggard.
To bring hands, incense and tears with the man before the king. When you meet, hate is always speechless.
Minus magnolia
Play Moon Answer Mong an and words
Why bother with paper, still a lump of water. Mo leaned on the air cold, and the willow under the pool was only like that.
Suddenly, the universe is full of guests. The moon is in the clouds, and people are worried about themselves and people are puzzled.
Minus magnolia
A noon on the ninth day of the afternoon mountain
The old mountain road falls in the deepest part of the autumn yin. Wind and rain are heavy, no butterflies, no flowers, and more broken intestines.
Heaven knows the old man, Morley protégé and son. No need to ascend, the wind blowing hat at a high place is not firm.
Minus magnolia
Feel it
The east wind is like a guest, drunk and falling in the south and north. The guest is like the east wind, hand in hand with the slanting sun in a smile.
The beauty complained about me and did not send a flower from Jiangnan Spring. I complain about the beauty, haggard Jiangnan is not like spring.
Minus magnolia
Looking forward to the first sunny, the moon is very good, there are shangyuan flowers and willows, and you can't forget your feelings.
Wax pin three or five, the moon spits out of the snowy mountains and clouds. At dusk, Mei Liu faintly broke his soul.
Tonight, I will make incense dust and think at will. Don't wait for the Lantern Festival, the lights are sporadic and rainy.
Minus magnolia
Yi Hai Shangyuan
There are no lights to see, and the rain is half from the first month of the teaching. Probe the cocoon push plate, probe the thousand autumn words to see.
The copper camel is old and old, saying Xuanhe is like a heavenly treasure. Five hundred years ago, I looked to Hangzhou for the Yuan.
Minus magnolia
Gengchen sends spring
Send spring to dawn, spring is five more to go first. I was drunk and knew that Haru was pitying Yi and was afraid of Beyi.
I can't stay and go to the beach to remember me. Do all the flowers, and when you want to give it to the king, you will have one less branch.
Minus magnolia
Shang Xuelin has ugly shoudan and is suitable for returning to Luling. His ancestors, Ju Yonghe, are now home to Linchuan.
Xiangzhou Jinhao, until the People of Xiangzhou are old, the Yingshui has returned to the field, and the egret has been guessing for ten years.
Taishi Shang's father, in the late Ming Dynasty, used martial arts. Laugh and meet, put the wine hometown is in the guest.
Minus magnolia
autobiography
Can't manage it, want the rain can teach the heavens and the earth to be dark. Stay open and clear, and don't need to say anything.
A cup is drunk, and everything is powerless and I want to sleep. The old can also poetry, saying that the old poetry asks who it is.
Minus magnolia
Then use rhymes to play Gu Yan out of the concubine
Qing Huan yesterday, ten things are not as good as people six or seven. Once upon a time, the prime phase was derived from a few years.
Pick another branch where to start. Cui Cauldron Camel, good luck with it is like a good night.
Minus magnolia
Birthday words
The spleen is happy, and a cup of shou wine is better than taking medicine. After the Ming Dynasty, the top of the new frost was also sold.
On the third day of xiaochun, I felt that the spring plum was shadowy. Drunk to see the plum, more hardy than like a cocoon.
Hanako Yama
Spring Twilight
The east wind is the end of the world, and the curved green mountains cannot be covered. It is strange that such a vast and majestic person is home.
The most bitter of the heroes know the sideburns. More want to linger in the spring Shangken, there are no flowers.
Hanako Yama
Here the sentiment wants to ask the heavens, and the phase is the year of the phase. Thirty miles through the ZhangJiang River, the tears remained.
Halfway to the morning, the cold and rainy twilight spring. The little peach blossoms are three or two places, and they are pitied.
Willow green
Spring sense
Iron horses are felt, silver flowers are sprinkled with tears, and spring enters the city of sorrow. Flutes, street drums, not songs.
Na Kan sat alone in the green lantern, thinking of the homeland, the high platform moon. Scenery under the river, years in the mountains, mood at sea.
Minami Gezi
Scratch the claws of the immortals, and contain the ninja clothes. Night long window moon dew into the curtain, not to mention the Ming Dynasty wind and rain, self-angelica.
Minami Gezi
Ripe double cast beauty, fragrant wisps of silk. Before the frost, the geese held the crab sting, tried to drink ink in the small window, and composed new poems.
Asahina
Persuade the wine
Refining flowers is a bottle for lu jade, and jia ke is a frequent tilt. Resistant to wind and frost, this body is a golden stem.
Outside the bamboo on the wall, the cave house was just built, and the painting cabinet was newly formed. Chewing plum blossoms through the bones, He Worries will not live forever.
Too often quoted
And the yuan rhyme on the incense rock
Ben Qing was also never sunny, and he was not afraid of Jingo forbidden. Wind and rain move nostalgia, dream lights, Yangzhou huacheng.
The teenager stumbled, who was petite, and went around to dawn. Last night the moon was still alive, but it was broken and the neon clothes were counted.
Too often quoted
Shou Li Tongzhi
This gong went to the summer like a new autumn, and the officials poisoned a sentence. Xingxian Shengjian Prefecture, feel the rain, with the car to respond.
Lu Qing is wine, Luo Qing is Shou, and dances to wish the prince. The urgent summons must also be retained, and the twenty-fourth examination and the middle book will be at the end.
Yulou Spring
Hou Zhongze about drinking from the Lingquan Temple of Luoshan Mountain, Yu and Deng Zhongfu waited for a long time, wanted to twilight, returned, returned to Hou to the temple, and lost.
The frost and wind do not move and the sun is good, and the plum has about the city host. The bridge lost the old immortal period, and the city gate sunset people returned early.
Noda looked at the misty herbs, except for the arrival of the Vacated Jun. Immediately three weeks of Daifour head, jagged middle road makes people old.
Yulou Spring
Nine days
Longshan song and dance is inhumane, only said that Mr. Crazy dropped his hat. The autumn wind is also a poor man, and it is necessary to make Providence know that people are old.
Chrysanthemums are not annoyed by the poetry of the chongyang, self-love ancients. And Jun solemnly said that the year of disability, the year of disability is only good for Chongyang.
Dark night cry
early summer
Hesitation through the curtain, is the east wind. Regardless of whether the durian flowers are more victorious and a spring red.
New rain passed, green and flying, butterflies flew lazily. Idle through the green shade deep courtyard, small flowers thick.
Dark night cry
Mid-Autumn Festival
Su'e drunken language has stayed, and mid-autumn. Wait to reunite who is jealous, two leisurely.
To the drought, to the water, there is no Middle Continent. Look at the Ming Dynasty clear, do not worry.
Dark night cry
What year is like yonghe year, remember the lake boat. Such a sunny day with nowhere to go, looking forward to new smoke.
Gangnam woman, skirt four feet, closed swing. Yesterday the old man had seen it for a long time.
Line kako
And Beike asked Mei, Bai, Chang'an people
The snow is traceless, and the shadow of the stream is impressive. Write a poem, please clean the temperature. The morning is not going, the sunset is empty. Like clouds in dreams, snow outside the clouds, spring in the snow.
The four fields are dim and patrol on horseback. Pick a branch and send it to fangzun. Whoever is more interested in it is true to me. It is Bai Jiabin, Jiangnan Road, Longtou people.
Line kako
The second grass window recalls the ancient heart rhyme
Jade stands in the wind and dust, light moves yellow silver. They talked about the text, and also to the night. Under no one's candles, the walls are filled with gods. Remember the wife's heart, the cold language, the Taoist person.
Extremely easy to describe, the next language is difficult to kiss. More than ten thousand, not a single point of truth. After the drunkard goes, he is often sad. May the dripping mountain spring, the hill mound, and the dragon cloud.
Line kako
Overlapping rhymes
The sea is dusty, and the river is silverless. Hate Yu Ming, I and the centimeter. The green mountains are alone, looking back and hurting. Sigh Wei Que Heart, Stone Stone, Miluo Body.
Except for lovesickness, there are no relatives in the world. Recognize the wind and currents, and return the congratulations to Ji Zhen. And today, laughing who immortals. But the illness hurts the spring, the sorrow is tired of the rain, and the tears look at the clouds.
Line kako
Plum Hunt
The moon dew is my mark, and the snow is my god. It's more desolate and not warm. After the mountain people went, the carriages and horses came to work. But dreams of clouds, sorrow and rain, resentment of the sun and spring.
Speaking of the eastern twilight, remembering the southern tour. Tears, sandalwood gold. Pity Junsusu, read me truely. Sigh the old sayings, new samples, old people.
Pin Order
Smelling warblers
Full of herbs, more yesterday, falling red like a sweep. The green yin is like a human embrace, a sound of eyes, spring color He zeng old.
Fortunately, no one needs to get up early, and loneliness is like annoyance. In the old days, it smelled of green doorways, and when smoking was smoked, the people under the willow were good.
Queqiao Immortal
Title Chen Jing's fan
Riding on the color, the fly is mistaken, and it is not as good as the drunken ink of Xi. Accidentally start to send Dongyang, then look at it, Kaoru shi qingshi.
The breeze goes to the summer, idle questions on the day, the prime minister sarong who knows. Who is to be determined outside the gate of the closed hill, this point, he must not be concealed.
Queqiao Immortal
ShouMu Shanmu
Watching people throw fruits, watching people strike weaving, it is rare to luan Tanabata. The peach is only in the east of the house, Gyeongseongmu, Nian Kai Ba.
Last year today, this year today, add a great-grandson on the knee. There are many kinds of happiness in the world, count this happiness, the first in the world.
Queqiao Immortal
Two songs since the birthday
The breeze is blowing, the road is going every year, who knows the beginning of the year. The bridge was once made of green lotus flowers, quietly remembered, the world is ancient and modern.
Blowing on the river, slightly exposed clothes, according to the Covenant Lingbo once walked. The cold machine does not mean to treat people home, but the lonely calendar, the small window oblique rain.
Queqiao Immortal
The incense of heaven blows down, the smoke becomes a road, and the light and darkness of the gods are sassy. By the side of the bridge, I remember the Pancha people, look at the red shore, moss marks like ancient times.
Long sky Haoyue, small wind oblique dew, lonely river head alone. Where in the world is floating, return to the dream, pear blossom spring rain.
A plum
And people to promote snow
Everything is like a flower that cannot be expected, the flower is unbearable, and the wine is unbearable. Jiang Tianxue means to make people fascinated, one branch of the tree, one branch of the song.
When the singer does not come to this day, Jiang Ying has no words, and Zhang Ying has no words. No song, no drunkenness, no poetry, no song, no snow.
A plum
And Ao Qiuya thanked Xiao Sun For three years of life
Life is always blown by the karmic wind, three gifts, eighty children. The deep boudoir valley is still holding, crying to see what people know, crying and afraid of being known.
The guests planted their own green lynx, with horizontal branches under the moon and horizontal branches under the snow. Honorable hundred years old and open eyebrows, this year is now, the previous year is now.
Night Magpie
Tanabata
He once saw Feidu, and he was crazy for many years. The present and the present are hesitant to look at each other. Zhu Yan was like flowing water, and the broken bridge was uneven. He Kan was even more late, listening to others and saying that this night was a good time. Deep generation, looking forward to yo-yo, northland rouge.
Who sent Yangzhou to break the mirror, all over the cape, empty to return. Since Xiao Qin Lou looked at Qiaoqiao, Wu Ji returned to Jin, singing and dancing for whom. Xingping geng geng, counted as entertainment, not introspective displacement. But Qiu Yu dreamed shallowly, the clouds were idle and far away, and the thin life was at the same time.
Shadow removal
Snow
Incense bonfire quilt, listen to the flowers low, Yao flowers blooming. Long remember at that time, the blazing charcoal around the stove, the thin wife changed the wine line to try. The party family is selling the golden tent, about Mo is, beating the siege and returning to the world. Who knows, don't remember cooking tea, snubbing the old home.
Wen Daoteng is arrogant and lazy, and this dynasty is waiting for him, and it is easy to turn over the clouds. It is not in vain, and it does not teach Qing, and it is all dusk love. The Milky Way is the bottom of the ice, how to endure to the east wind into water. Waiting for mancheng and Yuyu Qionglou, he reported that the people were lying down.
Pick the red Ying
Flowers are given to the moon
Flowers toward the moon, hazy farewell, hazy also better than the eaves of the throat. Relatives have said that it is pleasing, falling flowers emotionally, the season of going to the grave.
The flowers are cloudy and snowy, the flowers are yin, and the willow wind is like a swing. Sunny undecided, sunny still lacking, a cold food, full of villages crying quarries.
Thousand autumn years old
The monk Xue Lin Shou feasted impromptu
The new one is ripe also, borrowing to ask who is early. In the shadow of the plum, the bees circled. Three more remnants of the moon, a night of frost dawn. The creek bridge is small, and the spring breeze intends to arrive every year.
When the blue birds went, the fallen leaves were not swept away. Copper pillar servant, Yaochi old. Remnant Bell Changle Tree, Falling Horse Xianyang Road. Looking back empty, the Royal Street people sell Nanjing dates.
Promote the shooting of ugly slaves
Xin Wei Chinese New Year's Eve
Sending the year can not be poetry, get tuanluan, can't bear to raise eyebrows. Don't remember last year's dream, Jiangdong embrace, Jiangxi information, Shebei wife and children.
Fifty cooks, fifty, rich and noble. A hundred years of bittersweet multiplication and division, half this year, half of next year, more like childhood.
Promote the shooting of ugly slaves
Feel it
The world should not be contemplated, and the heavens should be sad. A hundred years has been a middle-aged year, Xizhou weeps, Dongshan hand in hand, a few oblique.
Don't bitterly chant poetry, bitter poetry, wait for who knows. Somehow it is not untalented, the literary time does not meet, the martial time does not meet, let alone the present.
The tallest building
Shou Qiu Shui
Milky Way water, washed the world clear. The mountains are rainy and green. Lao Tzu Lun Scarf Chess Villa, people snore in Autumn City. Who will work, who will be blessed, and who will be able to do so.
Often hate, Jing Sheng'er is not similar, and hate, Jing Sheng niu small ears. Looking at each other in the air, I want to help the jade tree in the wind, and I will climb and drink the golden stem. Look at Kunming, the scales are long, and the sea mulberry is sunny.
The tallest building
Nongchen ShouWang Chengshan Eighty
Zhu Dingzi, eighty square flat head. Tim as eight thousand autumns. Incompetence has also collected itself, and to this day hates Chaozhou. Look at a few people, hot and cold, old and shy.
Nor do they learn, too busy with the fire, nor do they learn, and Shen Gong rotates and grinds. Hugh Momo, Mo Xiu, Xiao Chi Zhi Ye He has eaten, and there is no need to worry about breastfeeding later. And calmly, a certain water fishing, a certain hill swimming.
The tallest building
and Wing Xue
It's not snow, it's just Jade Loucheng. The chips are endless. The old trees in the east are falling, and the willows in the west are bursting. Try peace, Matsujo, Brother Bamboo.
Who calls Xiaoyu to the golden boat, and who pities, the paper tent dreams of Flying Qiong. Strange shadows, falling into The Tingting, evoking the old Zhang Han, good song Bai Xue and Jun listening. But the party, people laughed, was too crude.
The tallest building
And again
Flowers on the snow, hand twist to make. Crumbs are not Qiongying. Yesterday's dynasty has seen a volume of poetry, and this dynasty has tried to compose a song. More urging, don't do it, Narcissus brother.
In the end, it is necessary to wait, carry the bucket wine when it is sunny, and even more must wait, and the old man chants a few songs. Hugh is more stacked, stacked, there is no kingfisher to pass the flower letter, and there is no karma drum and flower listening. More urgent, a few days late, is spring birth.
Cinnamon sticks
Send Yangzhou Ma GuanFu. When the old and the new are evil, I think about the mid-autumn festival last year, and I hate the gossip
The whistle blowers went, but Guiying lingered, and the desert cup was revealed. Looking east at the hibiscus, the cold light is like a note. Go to Chinese New Year's Eve half of the yokogawa dream, rely on the danger tree, jagged once endowed. The horns moved, the boat was full of fun, and the gulls were not startled.
Love knows, where next year, the yellow building of the guests, the dust wave before the degree. Twenty-four bridges, quite Secretary Du no. The second and third sons are like this now, look at the ambassador and the horned scarf east road. The world is pitched, the sorrow and joy are limited, and the reunion is as it was.
Linjiangxian
On behalf of the birthdays of the two wives of the two countries, the autumn of the first year, the auspicious day of September, the first time of the two wives of the two countries, I would like to say a small word, and use it as a song dedicated to the queen mother for three thousand years.
The costumes of the beggars are colorful, and the annual celebrations are as new as new. Zun Qian smiled and shared his children and grandchildren. Shou shou wine is passed on from the earth, and qilin is sent from heaven.
The smoke is even in the north, and the heavenly face has a happy spring. Penglai Qing shallow sea guangping. At the beginning of this year, I tried the peach root again.
Linjiangxian
Shou Liu Jiao
Hearing about the East Crane Society of Daocheng, he smiled happily and rode the wind. I don't know if a crane is in the east of the wall. The immortals did not know, and they had not yet started out of my sect.
The disciple has been here for many years, and the way of the gentleman is like a dragon. Peach blossoms fall into the pot. Turned into three or five grains, the yuan is the northern pine.
Linjiangxian
Tanabata
The skyline is divided into north and south, and the five are more vertical and horizontal. Night came to pick up the broken river star. Turned into a stone, held to ask Junping.
The eldest looked at the sky and smiled, and the child asked me to thank me. The cowgirl has always been nameless. To know the affairs of heaven is also like mr. slander.
Linjiangxian
Give the grandson birthday
Twenty years ago on this day, my brother-in-law celebrated my birth. Qiu Xuan listened to Sun Cry. The clothes are sold and the wine is counted, and the crown is waiting for the dusk.
After the chaos, there was nothing alone, and the thorny wind blew from the Redbud Tomb. Nothing can be imagined before your honor. Children see that they have children, and their gray hair should decline.
Linjiangxian
He Moxuan
In the old days, poetry and intestines talked about fighting wine, and the wind and currents were embraced like a tilt. For several years, I did not listen to the sound of Weicheng. There is no he in front of the emperor, and there is less in the volume.
If you hear good language, you should walk lightly. The first immortal is the wind monk. The first eighty books can be said and done.
Linjiangxian
Visit May
Xiqu Yi lost the road, and the snow pin broke the shore without a trace. Looking for flowers is not planned to go to the former village. The warm wind first turned the sleeve, and the path suddenly opened the door.
But I remembered that lintang bridge dismounted, and the dark incense was not dusk. Life north and south with whom. Under the plum blossom trees, listen to the noise of bees.
Linjiangxian
Thank you friends
Old and still called Zhang Zhang, drunk to pity the bear. Partridges on the Yue King's stage cry. The three courtiers did not meet, and there was no time for good writing.
The mood is like a knot, and the sideburns are forbidden to blow. Illness does not come to acacia. Scattered waists have been scattered, leaning on the staff sighed and declined.
Linjiangxian
Xiao Qing
The sea and the sun are light and red like faces, and the small windows are bright and sunny. With great affection. I don't know the beauty of spring sleep, for Love Xiaohan light.
It is said that it is like Wushan Lou ten thousand stacks, and the snow is not exhausted miyagi. Willow-colored warblers by the lake. Only to hear the movement of the horse, a lane selling flowers.
Linjiangxian
Feel it
Information over the wild goose sky, mood on the pool of two palaces. Shen Si Cape was indignant. The mountain wind deceives the dream, and geng is until dawn.
Fortunately, he did not compete for fame and fortune, and his idle night was like a fright. Ming Dynasty sideburns two or three stems. The world does not read, as if Ru Fu He Cheng.
Linjiangxian
I have slept in the shade of flowers, and I am worried about the strength of wine for a thousand hours. Dreams must not be like wandering bees. Vase flowers have no secrets, and they are magical everywhere.
The West Lake in the sky is like a brocade, and the proud horses in the world are like dragons. This year is not the same as last year. Drifting zero will never hate, it is difficult to meet the deceased.
Linjiangxian
Dragon boat festival
Fortunately, I don't need to end the post, and I don't have to say nothing in the idle. Love him for his noontime books. Only three or five words are the soldier's charm.
The long rain stone whale has not been lost, and the small wind and fan are sparse. Invite friends to laugh and share calamus. Prohibition of alcohol at the beginning of last year, mandish pot today.
Linjiangxian
Sit and understand
It was easy for me to go to him, and he came to recognize me. When enlightenment is full of pot days. Ancient poems look for a sentence, sit and look at cigarettes.
The golden jade is full of halls, and the jinghua years are empty. From now on, it will be more peaceful to eat. The Dan Sutra does not read, sitting idly for a thousand years.
Linjiangxian
Xin Wei Dragon Boat Festival, Chen Jian Zhai Rhyme
In the old days, the lotus was half shy, and now I look back in a hurry. Dream through the oblique sun water clouds red. Obsessed with being alone, waiting for Zheng Gongfeng.
The tide of the sea did not return, and the side fell into the Liaodong. What time is the same in heaven on earth. Gong Yiyuan did not meet, speechless and drunk.
Linjiangxian
Idle feeling old
In the past, it rained all night at the capital gate, and the Ming Dynasty was terrified. Sparse little bit of chicken chirping. Several peaks are like dyes, happy and early to sunny.
In the past fifteen years, spring dreams have been broken, and the mountains and cold food have been clear. No one picks vegetables and walks on the green line. The green dove cried out of the rain and listened idly to the sound of the temple.
Partridge day
Nine days
Bai Bai Jiangnan a letter frost, too much word can not reach Hengyang. Old Jia broke his hat and blew it away, and the west wind seemed to be crazy.
Climb the Big Dipper, drink the sky pulp, and the moon fragrance is like chrysanthemum yellow. The immortals secretly plundered the Dragon Mountain, and the chickens and dogs were a hundred battlefields in the human world.
Partridge day
Shou Kang Jiao
The white-haired Pingjin rose up, and Yan Feiding looked forward to surviving. The most luan music in the world, and it is another year of peace.
Silver letter near, jade whip first, east to west to knightly title. Life has a long life, and I like to be called the mother of life.
Partridge day
Shou Zhao Songlu
Occupying the spring wind for five days, the current residence is Kaiyuan. If you meet Dan Yuanzi, you only write about the Gongjin ship at that time.
Pine wears snow, self-sufficiency, and the eight male flowers are less than before. It seems that there is much hard work in heaven, and it has lived on earth for five hundred years.
Partridge day
And Xie Hu Pan Ju Zhao Tangerine for shou
Since entering the lonely mountain, the fragrance is particularly fragrant, and the south branch does not change the old makeup. For Zeng Pan Li Cheng's blue eyes, I saw Xitou Road Sheng chang.
Shang Shan Le, and Xiang Yang, the above is no longer remembered biography. The oranges are deep in the middle of the plate, relying on the east wind bureau.
Partridge day
Spring
Last year's soil in the field was too old, and tomorrow's cigarette wall was dusty. Immediately the newcomer was red and purple, and the prostitute in front of him sent it back.
Yan tou Yan, Sheng JinHong, Yan Song Zhao Dance Southerner. The remnants planted their canes and tang scarves, and the children watched Li Chun.
Partridge day
It's after spring
In the old days, the peach charm was sent to greet, and the lamp ball firecracker bucket won first. Lumen walked in a mess for a long time, and only then did there be a drum at the city gate.
Plum snow, willow peeping, remnant years are as cold as ice. If you want to know that the spring color is intoxicating, it must be the Lantern Festival and the green step.
Partridge day
Gifts to prostitutes
The warm crispy branches gradually melted, and the double flying who recognized the male and female butterflies. The song has gone from the clouds, and the flower pieces have come to the wine cup.
The eyebrow moon is cold, the painting building is empty, and the wine is still not in love. Naosu put the candle through the flower tent, and see the beautiful jade face red.
Qingyu case
A slight sunny crossing to see the peach, not the previous day's hope of the grandeur, can only a dozen tree ears. Cover the suffering of this person and cut himself down. The way back is quietly thought of, and this is done to show the peers
Thick pond used to be a thousand flowers and trees, which had flooded in and the creek was deep. Former Liu Lang re-summoned the crossing. The mountains are lonely, the flowers are spent in the year, and there is often nowhere to be found.
Once a year, I miss each other bitterly, and I hate not to throw people across the river. Spring is not yet twilight. Rabbit sunflower oats, cold wind oblique rain, long hate thick pond road.
Qingyu case
Rhyme with Xin Jiaxuan New Year's Eve
The snow has not exhausted the plum trees, and the wind is sent and the dusk rains. Long remember the Little Red House Side Road. Pestle songs are strung together, drums are stacked on top of each other, and lantern dances are previewed.
The sky's end is full of sorrow, and the sea is spreading in a dream. Where is the degree of the yuan tonight. Chaotic mountain huts, cold furnaces, fishing fires.
Qingyu case
Shou Lao Deng was eighty-six years old, on June 17
Whoever is big in the middle and the upper is big, and the person who is big and benevolent is difficult to do. Eighty-six men sat idly. Xiaosheng is lazy, and recently he has been lying on his back, forgetting about this morning.
Jia Shen is still a bead, and there is only one old man star left. White-haired vermilion. The Aura Hall fire, Kunming robbed, Jiaoqi Garden yellow me.
Qingyu case
Twilight Travels
There was no intestine to interrupt the flower rain, and Shen Shen was already three more. So red that can be lived. A spring mood, a half-life bondage, a lonely empty mountain language.
The ringing bell is not an acacia block, forty is equal to five. Gradually far away do not know He Duyu. It is better to go back, it is better to go back, people are on Jiangnan Road.
Tread on the sand line
Begonias in the rain
The fate is thin and beautiful, the love of my generation, the begonia after the opening of the heart is like a broken. The sloping wind and drizzle have not been clear, and the rouge tears are dripping.
Hate can not open, when open and back, spring cold only closed the room. When he was sunny, he came and was speechless and embarrassed.
Tread on the sand line
Last January, there is no light, and tomorrow's rain is repeated
Bicai cage dust, Jingo swept the road, the sea breeze blew through the fog of the building platform. No one knows that it is the time of the Shangyuan, and there is no place for the moon in the night.
Early is a smoking ban, towards the freezing rain, the east wind put its own silver blossom trees. When the snow is clear, it will be waiting for next year.
Tread on the sand line
Looking north at The Butterfly Mountain, west to the Fengyuan, hurriedly drunk and full of inscriptions. The yellow flowers are only like last year's yellow, and last year people went to the yellow flowers far away.
The rain weighed on the city and the road was broken, but it was sunny and hated that the public came late. I vaguely sing the poems of the ancients, and I will know who is healthy next year.
Tread on the sand line
Pine into the yin, lotus incense to the summer, across the creek seems to be Donglin Road. I don't know who came in the past, and the temple gate listened to the poetry rain.
The north horse is in the wind, the cicadas are swallowing twilight, and the city gate is half with the Dongling Garden. Jiangnan is not Mi Yuanhui, and no one is more interested.
Tread on the sand line
Cherry word
The beads are pressed against each other, Rouge is with Fu, and the Fan family is more common to whom the family language. The knot of the tip is a bit of a worry, and the jade string will not be a double couple.
The wind sends the warblers, singing before and dancing after, and peach wants to spit and live. The twin-flying swallows are self-contained and teach the parrots to tune their lips and tongues.
The candle shadow shakes red
Mocking the King of Locust City alone and enjoying no moon
Lao Tzu, that time also went up to the South Building. Su'e has a hatred for Hidden Cloud Screen, and Yuan is a delicate person. Luan Fan wandered unsanctioned, amorous, for whom to sue. Let the king be depressed, rely on the dry, and have no evidence in the later period.
There is wine like a boat, and the clouds sweep away the neon dew. He sometimes carried fish with his guests, and remembered Lingao Road. Because of the southern and northern travels, drunken Wuwu and Pingjun Chu dance. Ask the jun not to see, Bi Yue word into, Lou Xi Shen.
The candle shadow shakes red
C. Mid-Autumn Moon
The bright moon is like ice, and the chaotic clouds fly down the inclined river. The spinning boat carries the sound of the whistle, and the scenery is still the same. He listened to Zun Qian and whimpered. In recent years, the tide is letters, the clouds are sunny, and the sky is unfounded.
There is a guest autumn wind, leaving a gold plate dew when going. Teenagers play hufu all night long. Who would have nowhere to go. The same is the Jiangnan Tired Brigade, singing and dancing to Chan Juan and Jun. Drunk Hugh asked where the people were next year.
The candle shadow shakes red
Standing spring snow, and autumn cliff rhymes
On the outskirts of the spring river, Su'e blew down the silver flag dance. The east wind dots the tea smoke and leaves it until the Ming Dynasty. Cover the sleeves and freeze silently, sticky and crispy, wisps of branches. What is the difference between the intestines, the flying feathers for a long time, the deep plum falls.
The cactus came, and the green eyebrows were half seen as dew. Frightened Sand Horse above the curtain light, who is the lord of the felt. How many Gao Yang companions, until now, a few times in the dark. Ask each other by the chakra, the Galaxy of Thousands of Miles, there is no way to return.
Nian Nu Jiao
Huaicheng is endowed with self-shou, and rhyme with shou, three and xiezhi
Mr. Self-life, embracing the cold, re-endowed with Ling Yun's wandering intentions. I have the eldest son Kong Wenju, the weak crowned lynx. The peach has been stolen three times, the tree is like this, and the previous flowers have bloomed a few times. Penglai Cansai, but the child is old and uncountable.
For this reason, the pen fluttered, and the great river went east, as if the song began to rise. Sent to the two grandchildren, long watching the text as a play. In the same month of the same year, who summoned the soul paper. The first three cases are good, and the last three cases are not necessary.
Nian Nu Jiao
Dry and cold, late, fu he is similar, Zhang Xu's youthful intentions. Thin life is not at this point, full of makeup and caries. The city is a city, and it has gone year after year, and it can be several in eighteen thousand. Half a fool, half a fool, more stupid children and grandchildren.
Looking back on Shi Shi has been half a life, Shi He is already ashamed to pick up. Fortunately, there are Tachibana Maru day by day, and the return from the public enclosure play. If we talk about bullets, we will write more slanderous books, and I will have no paper left. Over the years, most of them have been very kind.
Nian Nu Jiao
When I was like this, I was even more dreamy and like a wolf. A thousand new poems, a thousand hu wine, managing even Hou Hou Hou Teeth. The staff is overturned, the Yingzhou dust is defeated, and I can sell a few. Through the hill to find the valley, he calculated early and late.
Remembering the tatsumi, the old man congratulated me, and exhorted the king to rise. Fifty did not come to the second, Fang Wu people said drama. With my feelings, borrow the rhyme of the public article, hate the sky as paper. For the rest of his life, he smiled and didn't need to be embarrassed.
Nian Nu Jiao
And Mt. Acacia rhymes with acacia castle to see shou
Cangzhou a leaf, waiting to borrow the jun, back to my furnace pavilion spring. There is no standing wall in the sudden aura, and the wind and cold teeth of the eight-sided river wind. The ringing corridor is deep, the cage threshold is red, and it is only a few months and now. A thousand years have not been discussed, and countless decades have been counted.
I was lying high on the east side of the wall, how to know the personnel, push the pillow for the king. Haggard Gengyin He Footnote, do not feel the play of the guest. White snow and sunny spring, yellow chicken singing day, very little chengxin paper. I sing grassy, and the chapter has a case.
Nian Nu Jiao
Reward King City Mountain
The two pills of the sun and the moon, if you look closely, are also the objects in the cage. Dotted mountains and rivers passed, pulling up several remnants of the wall. White is a sand embankment, a clear WuChu, a piece of felt snow. At this time put the wine, the old word is still PoJie.
When the song was sung, the sky was long, and Liu and Mei were both hairy. In a few idle oblique photos, the palm of the hand was extinguished. The vicissitudes of the sea are dry, the Tanglin melon is far away, and the canal is always closed. The flowers are dancing, and there is no moon tonight.
Milk swallow fly
Wang Pengyi sat on the Wen River at night, repeatedly calling chibi the amusement, and the wine was left to be given, because the language between the sittings was uneven.
Chibi's amusement. But ancient and modern, the wind is clear and the moon is white, and there is no slope. Correct the head of the Zhongzhou Gong He Xu, together with me Hengjiang Lone Crane. Handle laughing, Sun Liu lonely. Quite an envoy now no, look at the green mountains, like I am more than ahead. See me a few times, with a drink.
Jiangxin is not a city. Stroke the millennium, the sea water of Kuwata, the god swim is not yesterday. The shadow three people became six guests, and they relied on the boat to berth at night. Still listening, Jiangcheng sad corner. The faint beauty of Nanpu, Geng Yuhuai, tears and sorrows. The sky is just north, around the magpie.
Milk swallow fly
Shou Zhou Nai Xuan
He was awarded the Book of Maoshan. A total of that year, two hundred and seventy, and three more. Yesterday, the gimbal occupied the clouds, and the scenery was taken to the south. It is also the right thing to do, Marquis Chitose. Travel all over the Shenzhou Heluo, return early, and the court is shady. Spring ten thousand households, a total business.
Xi Ongtu is a reference contract. Want jindan, circle successful line, living people are similar. Gu I honored the former song Chibi, and gave birth to a son should be so eared. Smiling Huafa, Dongpo Nian. The brother is not as old as the man, look at the dragon head, the dragon tail of the xiaohan female dragon. Hu Baishi, for the public uprising.
Milk swallow fly
Drinking begonia flowers, said to put Weng Ji JianNan Xuanhuayuan Daily open and a few points, smell five points urgently. Because the beauty of the weng remembered this, it is enough for future generations to open up the fun of traveling. The cover flowers bloom for three days, and the second half of the flowers bloom on the fifth day, and the first half blooms. The song states this meaning, so that the viewer has a province
Cross Rain City West Road. Look at the clouds, make the sun and flowers, the cold is like fog. Who is the gatekeeper of Xuanhua Gate, report me ten times apart. Drink hard and can be sold several degrees. After the message, come to see the flowerer, wait to see the flowers, and do not wait to bloom into a tree. Into trees also, half of the soil.
Shu Jin Jin Is Now. Remember the West Lake, Jujing Village, Wang Ting Xie Villa. Snubbed Ke Qiu's second and third sons, and asked He Yuan Han Pu even more. Quietly smiled, returned to the bamboo house, nodded the palace to pack red tears, and fell into the city and looked at the city. Family and state affairs, just what to do.
Rui Hexian
Shou Weng Dan Mountain
The beginning of The Dan Ong. To the flowers full of river city, Xiao Ying wanted to speak. Where is Kun Gong? Gradually, the rain passed through the countryside, and the cultivators were advised to ask for directions. The people of the state scrambled, asking if Po was old and did he come back? Look at the lights, legends and currents, and the eight realms to map new sentences.
So. Lao Tzu article, waving immediately, taking off the boots is dirty. Peace and ease, listen to fathers and elders, and sing songs. May the king stay a little, five winds and ten rains, and see one and three again. And the heavens and the flying commandments were attentive, saying that they would go.
High balcony
and Sunda rhymes
Rain pillow warblers cry, Luban candles scatter, and royal street people sell flowers. The eyes are merciless, and this soul dreams for many years. Hundred dollars dragged the cane to the side of the bridge, asked when to return to the Ming River. In the world, there is no east wind, and this hatred is indelible.
Falling red dots into the waves of decadence. Ren returned to the spring to the sea, and the sea became a whirlpool. Children on the river, hugging Mao mao and laughing at me heavy. Penglai does not raise the tears of dead fish, but the deserted village and the defeated wall are hanging. For the residual sun, there is often no success, as if I am stumbling.
The sound is slow
Nine days of pan lake amusement park to enjoy chrysanthemums, when the begonia blossoms, impromptu fate
The westerly wind fell green. Evoking Chun Jiao, Yan Ran leaned on Xiu Zhu. The hat-dropped man came, and Hua Yan was stunned. Acacia still has an old child, very desolate, unscreened makeup. The bottom of the sideburns, accompanied by a cold fragrance, and a yellow chrysanthemum.
But waiting for the Golden Pan House. The garden is quiet, amorous how to forbid solitude. Butterflies should be worried, the red of the sunset is difficult to touch, the frost of the geese is getting heavier, afraid of dusk, and the desire to sleep is not enough. The sleeves are cold and irreversible. Flowers under the candle.
Han Palace Spring
Noon opening day drama
The rain was light and cold, but the new fence was not tried, and the eastern fence was deserted. Towards the dark frightened sleeves, leaning heavily on the screen. Ming window Li Ge, who is, snubbed for a long time. Urging heavy meals, the side of the makeup table, the painting hall is not afraid of spring late.
The province is fragrant and powdery, remember last year's drunkenness, and the inscription is poured. The red furnace is not deep and warm, and the children are surrounded. The tea fragrance is sparse, the painting is ash, and the self-talking period is. Good knees, tuan luan divided into taro, the former village night snow first returned.
Han Palace Spring
Years have been sung by sending Xi Nanmei to reminisce
The shadow is oblique, like the old man's andy road, only in the front stream. Every year, I look at the snow and wait for the moon, and I lean on the rock. Thousands of reds and purples, to spring, is also a search. Jun is not seen, on the Yongyang River, the remnant plum cold rain silk.
There are a few lovers like me, riding ox flutes and planting branches. Shimen Suo smiled haggardly and made a new knowledge. The city tower draws corners, and there are no flowers, only empty sorrow. But according to legend, Shouyang was a piece, and He Zeng was facing the flying.
Cave Fairy Song
Shou Zhongfu
It was also at sea, like a melon jujube. Returning from the sea to be a grandfather. The painting hall is deep, full of bright moon breeze, good home mountains, a smile dust Peng Island.
Six years of spring are easy to pass, win the yin, and hold a cup of herbs everywhere. Looking at this day next year, people on the golden platform have already rectified and cleaned things up. But a few people survive in the same year, and a few people can arrive.
Cave Fairy Song
Gao Yi of the instrument, take the former Moon QingShan Cave Immortal Song Hua Yu Chongshou, walk the pen to thank him
There are customers from yu, not counting the remaining wine. The sleeve has a peach for Junshou. Sigh this peach is ripe, it must be years later. Even if it can be done, I hope to steal a peach hand.
Jutan thirty, the moon and the moon, mr. Talent day longer. But the boxwood is long, and the leap year is inverted, as if it was time to get the Wu Palace. Keyou Daoqi is Yangsheng, and after seven days of looking at each other, drunk spring wind and willow.
Qi Tianle
Dragon Boat Festival and rhymes
The rain on the branches is green plum tears, turned into a river of spring water. The belly of the fish is sold, the dragon boat is called through, and the lake pavilion is not played. Full of fangzhi. Zheng Ai Ri is high, and the wind is fine. Try to compare Chen Ren, who is more like me in the world.
Floating Shen Jun gong I li. Remember the lavender gallery to be right, smell the chickens and kick up. Yesterday's toad, ming dynasty fly tiger, body and canal decline more haggard. The old man is sick. Ren Cai Green Ridge, for the division for the emperor. But there is Changyang, Qianye Fulu drunk.
Qi Tianle
Jie'an and Shizhongzhai Dragon Boat Qi Tianle Words, have the dream of cherishing his brother Haishan. Yesterday I also tasted this rhyme with Nakasai, felt the meaning of the festival, could not help myself, and saw Nakasai and it
The sea withered and wept all the tears of The Heavenly Wu, and rose through the waters of the Heavenly River. Ancient fish and dragons, thunder and electricity rolls, cosmic momentarily drama. Shen Lan fell to Zhizhi. I wanted to re-dress the lotus clothes, and I was shocked. There are still dry generals, and it is certain that the bull shooting bucket will be similar.
Chengdu Bridge moves thousands of miles. Sigh when to see again, the crane cries. The lone bamboo is clear, the bauhinia is half-fallen, and here it is chanting. The bed is forever gone. But the dream surrounds the green god, and the dust dims the white emperor. Heavy rebellion, the crowd woke up drunk.
Qi Tianle
Peng Yin ascended, impromptu and autumn cliff rhymes
Jiang Ling is the hairpin flower road, and the wind and smoke are autumn and summer. The waiting hall is withered, the palace wall is broken, who knows the tired brigade. Yu Huai. Wanting to get on the horse to help, Cui Mei gathered sadly. In the old days, it was able to give a broken bowel language.
Ascending to the top is the most bitter. Sigh high and difficult to ask, desire is lost. Butterflies around the eastern fence, Hong flipped over the garden, that is more painting Liang resigned the Lord. From ancient times to the present. The Man Zhan generation came together, and the distant father went back. I was drunk and returned home, and the yellow flowers danced.
Jiang Chengmei
Hua Yin Xin Wei Hong du Shang Yuan
For several years, there were no lights in the city, three nights, and the moon was bright. Wild temple remnants of plums, village drums from the sound of spring. Long laughing children are busy dancing, He Zengjian, Xuande Shed, the city that never sleeps.
Last year this year was sad again, last year was sunny, last year was. It's not like this year, sitting idly, but not doing it. Reminiscing about last year's people, playing candles and tears. Want to see the west window window next month, window next month, is ruthless, is sentient.
Jiang Chengmei
Acacia is nowhere in the cold of spring, dry and wet. Like my feelings, I remember Lin'an everywhere. Want to see the night in the middle of the village drum quiet, the lights are dizzy blue, for the pong people, said shangyuan.
Is the flower is the snow unintentional to see, rain destroyed, rain destroyed. Exploring the spring has not yet returned. In the spring, it seems that it is better to be idle. Feeling hated, haggard and difficult to make flowers. Do not hesitate to get drunk with jun, jun does not see, copper bird platform, look forward to the old secret.
Lanling King
Ding Ugly feels nostalgic and Peng Ming's uncle rhymes
The geese returned to the north, and they were like guests. In the spring lake, I have seen the sails, who sent the river head to breathe. The day of the millennium, rare, wide and idle knees. Rise and fall, fly flowers immediately, and see the remnants of the sun shining in the pavilion.
Mourning, may it return to the bone, feel the tent hop. Where to eat the cheese, the acacia green tomb head should be white. Wanting to waste wine, looking back at the car, the incense souls hugged each other and wept. But the grass is colorless.
Desperate, more melancholy. A long blue, a trace. Yaochi Huangzhu left the table in mourning. About eight Junyu arrived, and the dew peach was re-picked. Jin Copper knows that forbearance goes to the country, and endures going to the country.
Lanling King
Propion sends spring
Send spring to go, spring to the world without a way. Outside the swing, the grass is in the sky, who sends the wind and sand to the dark South Pu. According to the intention, I remembered the Sea Gate Flying Feather. The crows passed, the city turned to the wilderness, and when they did not see the lights, they tried the lights.
Spring goes, who is the most bitter? But the arrow goose Shen bian, Liang Yan has no master. The cuckoo sounded in Nagato Twilight. Thinking of the jade tree withering soil, the tear plate is like dew. Xianyang send-off guests have been reviewed repeatedly. Oblique sun failed to measure.
Spring is gone, is it still coming? Zheng Jiang Ling hated farewell, yu believed in sorrow. Su Causeway is full of wind and rain. Sigh the gods travel to the homeland, and the flowers remember the previous degree. Life is wandering, Gu Zizi, talking together at night.
Cold window
And Sundanese warblers
Tender green as new, delicate warblers like the old, now I am not the same. The empty mountain is over the rain, and the eyes are left in the spring to go. Like a former Quyang Pass, pedestrians look back at the south of the river. The clouds were low, the clothes were haggard, and the wine marks were still dirty.
Want to talk, but don't dwell. Remember the horses passing, the wind forest smoke trees. Where is the home mountain, I want to see the green window crying fog. And how can it be desolate, can the dream of the old garden return? But a few sounds, shock and clouds, heavy good time mistake.
The Song of Return
The most one-person benefit, yesterday Xiao Chun can keep. Plum Blossom letter letter hopes for the east wind, must wait for the public return to the incense full of road. The year has come to an end, and it is raining late at night in Bashan. Xuan and summoned, Kai is still clustered, to see Shou Qianju.
Sweep away the nest of bees and embroidery axes, stack drums and spring sounds of happy twilight. Yantai sword track interesting front car, silver letter low low good words. The sable fur is off, and the elbow prints are repeated in three groups. But heavy province, the west came to fight the water, forgetting to love Qing to take.
The Great Sacred Music
Wounded Spring, Orderly Yu tasted the ancient word cloud: "Xiu Mei Lock, ask Zhu Yan to go also, is it more coming?" "The rhyme is low, the words are ups and downs, and there are few sorrows without complaints, which are beneficial to the melancholy and haggard." However, the two words are contemptuous, because the sound seems to be the sum of the opposite. This song has few authors, and the flow is a good song, or dozens of stacks, and its sound is not examinable. Nowadays, I am high in my intentions, and I may not be able to do my best, and I will talk about it to relieve my sense of consciousness.
The grass is like a cloud, flying red like rain, and the sound of selling flowers has passed. Looking back, washing horses and deserts, more cold food, palace people obliquely closed, smoke and rain copper camels. Carrying a pot of Lu He got wine, the mud was slippery and slippery, and it was impossible to walk also brother. Sad place, the sun lane is strange, and people sing the West River.
The world's affairs are not satisfactory, ten constant eight nine, helpless. On the soldiers endure things, praise the guests, and wrinkle their faces like boots. Guangwu snorted, Tanglin repeatedly, joy less mourning and resentment. Xiu Mei locked, asked Zhu Yan to go also, is it more coming?
Baoding is now
springtime
Red makeup spring riding, stepping on the moon shadow, pole flag through the city. Endless hope, singing and dancing on the platform, learning incense dust lotus steps. The whistle broke off, and the yo-chorus returned, not afraid of Kingo's drunkenness. Even the road was noisy and stopped, and the slave song could be heard.
Father and Elder Ju remembered the proclamation of peace, hugged the copper fairy, and cleared tears like water. Also turn to Pan, Shahe Dori, Andi Yang Mingguang Liandi. The curtain is frozen, scattered red light is formed, and the grapes are soaked in the moon for ten miles. Looking at the exchanges, the immortal talents, Ken smashed the diamond flowers.
Intestinal broken bamboo horse children, kumi said, three thousand happy fingers. Wait for a long time, spring does not return, and when spring comes, sleepiness. He also said that he was in front of the lamp and hugged the bun, and the dark drops of the fish beads fell. On that day, I saw neon clothes with my own eyes, and I dreamed of heaven and earth.
Lovers
After approaching the water, yesterday it was sunny, and now it is raining, and it is as reckless as promised. Tired of listening to children, always rising river language. Whoever tried to save the heavenly river, mistook him for a cyclamen, and lost and rode on the road.
Broken intestines bitter. Candles late at night, the wine wakes up and listens. Bo Ji Lotus clothes, fallen tears less dry soil. From the beginning of the wrong casting of the eagle, it is better to return, to the present, where to return.
Lovers
Hydrangeas during the table
Look at the teacher, become a butterfly, and do not fold it. If you want to try to scratch your head, how can the weight of the flower be twisted. Whoever threw it over the East Wall, now there is no red phoenix, dreaming like that, that person is successful.
Yearly Wax. Once laughed at plum shoots and beans, went to the moon suddenly like a pod. Then to the dragon gate, there is no compound gold connection. To be taught to Qionglin, Lang Xian saw again, and who read, Kunming before the robbery.
Reminiscence tour
Reminiscent of Sunda
The old garden of The Mountain City, the smoke across the green field, the forest sheng green oil. Even acacia is only in, Huaqing Spring side, condensed bi pool head. The old man thought of where I was, and the tears flowed west. Reading cold food is like a king, Jiangnan is like me, and the tidbits are leisurely.
I don't know the north and south of the body, the smoke is forbidden, and the fire is left for six years. Hate to hear the warbler and not see, and now hate, eyes into sorrow. Last year, we went into exile and looked back at Fangzhou. But the line goes to the line, and the spring breeze and spring water have not crossed the boat.
Don Doring
Before the Mid-Autumn Festival, those who heard the song and sang this word improvised to borrow the Rhyme of Luye Mantingzhou
The bright moon is full of Cangzhou, and the Yangtze River flows. What's more, the transverse flute dangerous building. Heaven and earth do not know whether to rise or fall, three hundred thousand, eight thousand autumns.
The fallen leaves are on the wall, and the copper camel is unharmed. Look at the green mountains, white bones piled up. Except under the flower tree of the Moon Palace, the dust is reckless and wants to swim.
Don Doring
The wind dews The small Yingzhou, the oblique river reverses the current. The dust of the world, not to the Qiong Building. Wrong looking up at the Five Tombs, several times the moon, a few times autumn.
The sunset is too lake head, the rainbow is not. Drunk before, often become sad. Then there is bian zhou xizi, no sweat, and junyou.
Don Doring
Cold geese descend the barren continent, and the cold voice brings shadow streams. He sent books and did not go to the Red Chamber. So the moon is so bright and so wine, nothing, but sad autumn.
Ten thousand crossbows fell on the tide, and Lingxu was still angry. Full of lakes and mountains, it is like spring sorrow. If you want to go outside the Yongjin Gate, the smoke is grassy and unbearable.
Don Doring
At sunset on Zixiazhou, LanZhou was released steadily. Jade Rainbow Immortal, such as in the Yellow House. Why should the robes play the jade flute, listen to the sound of the qi nai, and count the autumn sounds.
Chibi danced taotou, Zhou Lang was still not there. Leaning on the west wind, lingering sorrow. Arouse the Hengjiang Flying Daoist, come to accompany me, the middle of the moon.
Don Doring
Longzhou Qu has been eight or nine and nine, and the revert to the Middle Zhai barely makes the night peace, and there are several words in the middle, and the drunken pillow forgets it.
Zero dew under the continent, clouds overturning the sea and backwards. Su'e is deep, not to the West Building. Suddenly, the tide broke and returned, and there was no end to drinking, a round of autumn.
Outside the city, people can drink and hate. The ancients did not see me and made me sad. There is no lone crane in the Hengjiang River, come to accompany me, drunk in the middle.
Don Doring
Prophecy Mid-Autumn Festival
The moon is full of rivers, and the galaxy is flowing with the moon. Su'e, alone qionglou. What year and what medicine was wrong, the soul dream was cold, and I couldn't help it.
Little day dream dragon head, know the king still dream no. Count the name, not idle. There are 30,000 generations of hooves, which should not be, the old Beijing tour.
Don Doring
Under the remnants of the sun, Guazhou, the fire of peace and fire flowed again. The moon is high and hangs the ancient city tower. Looking back on the teenager is really ridiculous, nothing, and sad.
The sky is at the head of the sea, and the wind is intentionally not. Knotted branches, lingering sorrows. It is not that the Milky Way has no way to go, first do not go, then it is difficult to swim.
Don Doring
癸未上元午晴
Spring rain fills the river city, and Tingzhou spring aquatic. More tragic and long-term rain like spring. There are generally rich days, rain at night, and sunny in the morning.
Young people always look at the lights, and the old people are still in love. There is no light, and it is also self-sufficient. Say spring love who does not love, tonight the moon, there are people.
Yu Meiren
Wing Peony
Empty a Yangzhou white, red and purple pin colorless. Who is called the crystal ball, causing high-burning silver candles and shangyuan sorrow.
Last year, a bunch of flying snow did not resemble Qu Qianye. The fierce wind swept through the swing, and the haggard jade people and tears, looking at Chan Juan.
Yu Meiren
Heavenly fragrance national color lipid powder, Ken love red shirt tender. He took jade as his clothes, as if he were a milky way of water wrinkles and weaving machines.
Cold bully thin spring is weak, the moon soaked neon wet. A piece of incense is rare in the world, but it is a pity not to teach to stay and cloth when it is clothed.
Yu Meiren
Shou'an Louzi is heavy and rare like a fish's tail. It has always been dyed red, and it has shook the waves of flowers and the spring wind.
The scales seem to be people who believe, but recognize the remnant red. If you teach to go leisurely with the water, in order to repay the sand head jade heron, Mo greedy fresh.
Yu Meiren
The flower heart must be twisted by someone, dizzy like a delicate. A trace of bright moon and old spring supper, just like a crisp chest tide face, has not been sold.
At that time, the Kaiyuan Treasure in the palm of his hand was half Yang Fei's claw. If you teach this to dig up fools, ren is a high wall without a way, and the butterfly turns over.
Yu Meiren
Wing Begonia
Wuhua dared to compare with Yao Huang, against the Mandarin Duck. He who wears a thousand nails to the unicorn and unloads the monkey.
It is difficult to say above the submerged stream, since it is Jun Enbei. Later, Xizi avoided no salt, and said that the king caught his nose and what was wrong.
Yu Meiren
Wei Jiapin is the queen of the king, and it is better than Zhaorong Sleeve. The wind blew all over the courtyard embroidered incense, who gave the master number, retired Zhaoyang.
Fei Xia fell rootlessly, and the emptiness fell into tears. Resting at noon, idle for si wang, roselle sorrow.
Yu Meiren
Hesitant green calyx flowers are slightly too small, difficult to merge with green lotus. The green lotus blossoms are heavenly people, and they want to see the heavenly people, Luoyang Spring.
The amorous quality is dusty, and the situation is tainted by Pan Fei. This flower is still slightly colored, but it looks like a delicate wave, and the eyebrows are blue.
Yu Meiren
Send spring in the guest
The smoke and rain of the building are quiet, and the trees are cloudy. Half of the window dawn and smell warblers, like the end of spring that year, the most caring.
The guest was annoyed by the crying crane, and the situation returned to the road in the spring. Full of haggard who knows, remember the time when the gold gate is poured out of the door and sent to people.
Yu Meiren
Seongsando test lights
Yellow oranges break through the spring fog, and new wines are like clear dew. There are also a few lights in the city. Self-love city mountain hall, two three stars.
The branches are not windy and rainy, and there is no song and dance in loneliness. Tiangong ken put Yuan Qing. Since it is six streets and three cities, less pedestrians.
Yu Meiren
Yangzhou sells mirrors, on the yuan thing also, with the former rhyme
The Xu family's broken mirror was as dim as fog, and half of the world was exposed. Waiting for a leisure meeting is to look at the lights. Who would have thought that the heavens on earth would be like a shooting star.
The shadow of the Zhumen curtain was deep in the rain, and the haggard newcomer danced. Enjoy the new sunshine at the end of the world. Only selling mirrors by the bridge is idle.
Yu Meiren
The yellow curtain and green curtain window hang fog, and the appearance is like a dew. Yukiro peeks at the Imperial Street Lamp. Back to the river by the remnants, chaotic as the stars.
Open garden Jiang Li tour spring rain, butterflies wear people dance. Now the tobacco lock spring clear. And with suti geling, unbearable.
Yu Meiren
Big red peach blossoms
The red and dry color is dull, and it must be fresh and green. Tie the waist of the skirt a little bit. Without the golden house on earth, I am afraid it will be difficult to sell.
Ying Ying Ken seems to be a noble, and the red Xia Shuai is scattered. Do not dust when it falls. Stay at the mouth of the rooftop cave and pan wu poems.
Yu Meiren
The moon is not seen after the mid-autumn rains
The wet cloud was waiting to be vomited to the three more, and it was even more Shen Shenyu. The children in front of them are pitiful. Do not say the ming dynasty after the day, the year of the explanation.
When I knew the three drums of Qingsan, it seemed like a good time. Laugh at his moon for not being round. It's just that this day is looking north, and it's also miserable.
Yu Meiren
Use Li Hou to rhyme two songs
Mei Zila returned in the spring, after all, there was little spring cold. Chaotic mountains with residual candles and snow and wind. Yusheng Yin Mountain on the sea, in the cellar group.
Only when the age is old can it be loved, but the Chinese style has changed. I was lucky enough to be drunk. Who sings spring flowers and autumn leaves, tears steal.
Yu Meiren
I know that dreams are unfounded, and good dreams are still few. Blowing five more winds alone. Who sees plum blossoms like tears, without words.
The children asked me where I was today, and the smoke and rain changed. Jiangshan paints ancient and modern sorrows. Where people and falling flowers, water and air flow.
Yu Meiren
Spring dawn
The light shirt leaned on the spring sun and the rain pressed the green plum damage. Wrinkled pool shadow reddish. Look at the broken clouds coming and going, like furnace smoke.
The spring is still twilight, but the cold is innumerable. There was no land to buy flowers for many years. Xiang Dao will send a letter of flowers next year and come without a reason.
Yu Meiren
Flowers
Juan Juan was clear and clear, and said that Huaiyang was early. Qian Oulu spectrum is spent all over the place. Red to Shouyang, do not say Huaiyang.
This flower land is not thin, looking back at the wounds and wandering. Luoyang idle years broke the spring wind. Why not be the Dao is, Luoyang Hong.
Yu Meiren
Mid-Autumn Festival to The Month
Autumn yin tuan fan like a person old, gradually approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival. Xinliang also remembers the side of the small building. Feel at ease in a window of bright moon, sleep in the evening.
Amorous who goes to the galaxy to know, only the round time less. He looked at the king several times in the year. Growing up is becoming sorrow into hatred and not into joy.
Love embroidery
Blowing pipes in the palace
Rouge does not boil the purple jade reed, recognize the palace, silver characters are not sold. But the phoenix goes, the taikong is ancient, than the falling flowers, there is no second dynasty.
The end of the world is flowing and mourning, listening to the uoo, not like the inner delicacy. Rambling, merchant woman, weeping lonely boat, long night lonely.
Love embroidery
Or send flesh-colored peonies with the same endowment
Sleepy like a house wine is still unsold, full of huatang, ashamed to see the move. Suddenly turn to the west neighbor, teach others, and look at Ma Jiao.
The color of flesh is like a flower, but the color of flowers is charming. Who said that Han Palace Feiyan, to this day, is still with a tide of face.
Love embroidery
He sat alone in the city, remembering when he bought the lamp, gusu danced at night, and then set this.
At that time, the three or five dances were peaceful, and the drunken return was full of flowers and shadows. Hold an eternal night, reopen the feast, smile Gu Su, and the eyes are unknown.
Nowadays, around the city song and horse, guest dusk, drizzle all over the city. Ten years of things, go like water, want to see the lights of the family, the village temple.
Flower offenders
The old snow hypnotism, bitterness is not very good, because of the repetition of this
The sea and mountains are dim, the cold clouds are falling, and the low pressure blows the hat. Pingsha Haohao, want to close the smokeless, from time to time fading grass. Su Lang was lying in a sad place, and Jiangnan spring was not available. But hope, snowflakes white at night, haggard in the world.
Who knows that Guanghan dreams are not sad, Ding Ning Bai Yulian, do not close the embrace. Seeing shallow and outside the mulberry field, the dust is hot and annoying. To be said and, Heavenly Father knows, the spring of the period is early. More days, the galaxy letter broken, plum blossoms are easy to age.
again
And Zhongfu again
Even smallpox, falling one after another, partial to the embellished hat. Clean and clear. Ren Cape is desolate, and all turn into Yao grass. No one swept the plum sky. The horns can't blow. Want to specially serve and the Eastern Emperor to feast, Qionglin is still good.
Watching the child play greedily does not know the cold, must be molded into a jade lion, put in the arms of the child. Nai blinked, where was he now, and the tears became irritated. The white-haired Weng Weng said to er, that Qu Lane Yuan An loves sunny morning. Then look at the like, a year of spring, cherish the flowers and flowers to grow old.
Moon of the River
The northern guest used the slope rhyme to give the visit to Mei
Ice muscle jade bone, smiling, always in the wind and dust. Whoever sweeps a branch, wanders down to the high platform of the absolute domain. Horses come south, thousands of mountains and rivers, to visit the forest snow. Yuan Ming loves Juju, I don't know who Hua Jie is.
Haggard dream broke WuShan, who reported me, the former village night hair. The wax sands cream mud smoke step outside, turn into the wave light extinguished. Before the wind after the snow, outside the bamboo at the water's edge, the rest of the year is still fresh. Dai Huaren went, and Jiang Fei made the bright moon empty.
Moon of the River
Zhao's banquet is over, and then uses Po Yun
Four no one speaks, waiting to push the window, the first sight of Jiangnan wind objects. Suo Xiao patrolled the helpless place of the eaves, quietly separated by a wall of the east neighbor. There is wine like a boat, greeting a full load, only owed to the branches of snow. Sparse flowers cold eyes, sitting in the middle of the word jie.
Kan hated the western suburbs for a few days, looking for a sigh of relief, ken to the side of the groan. Looking at each other intently, I am afraid that the six illusions will be destroyed. Annoyed with children, climbing over the top to wear, not to Mr. Hair. The Ming Dynasty was a heavy province, and the first three knew who the month belonged to.
Moon of the River
And Zhu Yushan zi shou qu, shi shou eighty-four
Five Dynasties Shou Jun, counted as the life of Zhande, Chun Xi 44. Thirty-six thousand thirty thousand, and there is one thousand raodi left. In three hundred years, and the wind and the sun, a few can sell this. About the mountain laughed, mr. not to live up to the mountain.
This year's Jia Zi Chongyang, to be counted, five hundred and thirteen Jia Zi. The poems are more self-harmonious, and the poems of the years are self-congratulatory. If this Lu Gong is now, it is still a normal matter. The gentleman clapped his hands and asked him how many days he could spare.
Moon of the River
Tongshe YanpingLinfu new words of teaching system wish me the first time, according to the sound of rhyme, but also wish to be home
West wind virgin, example a branch of the moon, salt flat seal. The poetry of the ages has been passed down endlessly, and it has been exhausted by channels. The snow returns to the soul, the frost blows the resentment, and Ken is hired by Dongjun. Luo Fu dreamed, and the rabbit ring knew who was pregnant.
It is not said that the smoke and rain in the south of the river, the green child, need to adjust the golden ding. Worried about the West Mountain Mingxiu, still Crane South Flying Shadow. I Bai Junyuan, Junzi I and I, each for the long celebration. Later Tao Li, far away is the flower letter.
Moon of the River
Wu Ri and Yin Cunwu, when the northerners competed for Luzhou ferry
The song was sung in unison, and the river clouds were twilight and blew into the rain. Drink for a thousand years, knowing that he is, Shen Noon in the year of Ana. The sunset is Changsha, the wind returns to Jipu, and it is overcast. Wu head Chu tail, non-Guan four sides for Chu.
Several times to arouse the wake up tired, dripping with pain, do not learn the rest of the sentence. Stepping on the carp from the weasel, how not to turn into a dragon. Yue female Wu Chuan, Yan song and Zhao dance, the world is leisurely. The Ming Dynasty was silent, and both flew down the song heron.
Moon of the River
Strange plum plant, for the north passenger wine moved into the basin, Wei Ran
Years of cold life, count the world, except for plum blossoms nothing. Peeping at the Song Dynasty for three years is not, and the grass is chiseled to the east. Before stomping on the wind, Shen Yinzhu was outside, waiting for the sky to be proud of snow. The White Family arrives, and a branch comes out of the final jie.
Lonely little hedge, probing flowers to break, know when to return. The North Station is not spring and far away, and only buries it in front of the window. Fortunately, the ice flowers, with some kites, how can not clear the rest of the hair. After making up for it, Momei had a bright moon again.
Moon of the River
Rambling
Pity the children of the distance, and do not remember Chang'an, ten years ago. Leaning on the laurel branches in the air, nothing can be knotted. Snubbed rivers and lakes, depressed doors and alleys, like the West Building guests. Hate no iron flute, a blow to crack the mountain stone.
Hugh spoke of dancing upstairs, and the man had already crossed the river before me. The lack of round is not sold to Aozuka hate, and the desert wind and sand are like snow. Xi Mu was immortal, Su E was good, and He Hao was hairy at that time. Mountains and rivers are like this, and what must be in the middle of the month.
Moon of the River
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Uncle Peng Ming did not go to Yongyang and gathered at night
Tuan Guiying, afraid of humanity, the earth, mountains and rivers. The old shadow pond is not lacking, and the song and dance of the neon clothes are broken. The Snow White Great Wall, Jin Ming Ancient Station, is all by chak road. The teenager had white hair and no eight horses to go.
Remember that he was wandering on the deserted shore, and the old people passed by, and blew the flute together. No wine, no fish, no air, last night can not stay. Sleep up the cloak, sit on the right side, and there is a heavy circle. I don't know what the man had said tonight.
Moon of the River
Mid-Autumn Festival
In the city of one hundred thousand, who is there, and I am ooh. For the shadow of the three places, who expected that there was no moon in the respect. The paper is blown, the long ladder is picked, and the children's play is regrettable. The cave court was white at night, and a chat broke through the air.
Hugh said twenty-four bridges, and he was a rogue, and who knew. A pillow of autumn dreams of the north and south, a good Juanjuan into snow. In the old days, there were few tours, brocade robes and jade flutes, drunken vines and yin stones. This evening, there are no fish, no wine, no guests.
Manjiang red
Begonias sing after the village tune republican
Light rouge, like fading, Jingyang Mandarin stone. Still, spring sleep is not enough, holding the heart of the Utmost. He couldn't help but look at it again, but Yanran remembered that the canal had been demolished for the first time. Eclipsed souls, desire to exhaust more pity, in the end rare.
Remember yes, Qing Qing regret. See you again, who picks. But at that time, a smile also became a sign. I am lazy and lazy, and the poetry and wine companions are still looking for each other. Listen to the night, rain and sunshine, dove chirping.
Manjiang red
Gu Yan re-dispatched the boat with maguan, yu and Nakasai and Houcun Begonia rhyme, and later sent to Huai
What a request, and not, south wen north stone. He also wants to learn, cut off his friendship, and is obsessed with self-indulgence. Wanli Fish Book long memory, ten years of waves wounded apart. Count this boat, not the creek boat, empty back.
If it is not a source, why bother. If it is not flawed, why pick it. Look at the snow and go away, what traces are left. An Shi was not happy, Xuan Zhen was not a court seeker. But in front of me, the truth is temporarily contradictory, and the song is silent.
Manjiang red
The warbler language is still there, but the spring is gone, and there is no covenant in the world. Whoever reads me, groans and is haggard, drunk and depressed. The whole day will only be rolled up, sometimes self-completed chess. Toward dusk, the drizzle is sullen, and the green plums fall.
North and south, acacia is wrong. Twilight, thin human feelings. Hesitant in sight, luxurious as yesterday. The undersea moon Shen Tiantian rabbit, Liaodong people yangzhou crane. Remember the dragon clouds, the waves can not be flat, the sky is difficult to trust.
Manjiang red
Shou Mou Weng
Ten-year-old children, watching the city riding bamboo and flowers. With the grandsons of Xindi and Tongxiang, gaoxia was born together. Leaning on the pillow does not look for Ke's dream, and raises his head to love the name of the orange. But sometimes, the price of rice asks how, gong help ping.
East and West, listen to the sound of books. Long and short volumes, and poems. Chief Immortal Qingfu, the ancestor family. Ask Ling Yantu Xiangguo, He Ruluo Temple wrote Qi Ying. He is a very heavenly prince, a rich man, and a silver letter.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou
And Wang Shi'an Begonia returned first, the former was Guan Tao Shui Dong, to its hometown Zhen Chang Guan
Ask the begonia flowers, and how to ru, Xuandu Temple in the middle of the tour. Sighing nest Shu Jin, often not counting, before the degree of how thick. Who saw the story of Xuanhua, the song and dance cluster. The total is the west river water, do not understand the west flow.
Prosperity everywhere is like a dream, dreaming of people who are young, life and death are shameful. Let the fall of the city, the wind and rain a spring break. Drunk on the jun, why should there be a covenant, drunk to stay in the jun, can not tie the flat boat. Empty and lost, a smile before the flower, green and fragrant.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou
and Deng Zhongfu Mid-Autumn Festival
Look at the group, a thing as big as a cup, and the geometry of autumn. Overlooking the ends of the earth, the past and the present, the characters are like a stream. I want to see the neon song, nothing and sorrow. Only the trees of that time, fragrant qionglou.
Who reads the South Building Lao Tzu, leaning on the west wind and dust, the heart is leisurely. In Ben Banji's sleeve, the bright moon rested for a while. Sigh year after year, blow the flute has an appointment, and another time, Crane Dream Snow Hall Boat. Ikegami is long, full of wind and dew, and he is also dressed in fur.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou
Message
Remember the former dynasty, the crane will come again, climbing the third peach. Look at Yunhua's advice, Magu's breasts, and the lady's flute. Thinking about the old things of Qujiang, Gong Jinsheng Dragon Biao. Play the Qinghua Dream and be independent of the Spring Festival.
Not counting the Xiangzhou Jinshi, it is the spoon of the imperial hand, and the reinterpretation of the golden marten. But on this day of the year, drunken grapes were neglected. Smelling the old immortals, Yi GuanHaowei, and Ding Ning and Tianyu beckoned. It's all expected. Back to Ban Shi Di, the red hair flew towards the head.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou
and Xiao Ru Dao sense autumn
But the autumn wind, the year after year deep, can't help but be sad for a long time. Since the Jingyang bell was broken, the Guanwa Palace was closed, and Leng Jiang knew it. A thousand trees West Lake willows, more care about others away. Look at the Maoling guests, gone and gone.
It's all old fun, the smoke sells at sunrise, and the water surrounds the mountains. Look at people's feelings, not like partridges flying. Listen to the anvils, remotely outside, ask the three Qu, the road is sparsely populated. Pin condensed for a long time, the sunless piccolo, like I am singing.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou
Send spring rhymes
Look at the fluttering, the thousands of miles to the east, Andui to the wind. The tide of the benjin cable is dangerous, the green mountain is staying, and the smoke and rain are red. Sorrow is the Ming Dynasty drunken awakening, listening to the soul clock. Stay in the spring as before, don't close nong.
Spring also goes to people far away, is not the feeling of how thin, return to the prosperity of the thick. But Gangnam was kind and did not go to Furong. Remember tonight, where the first journey is, who is there, and the palace of the dancing with the sleeves hanging down. Qingqing Willow, Liu Jun so, so hurried.
Eight sounds of Ganzhou
Spring snow is strange, failed to give also, because of the ancient rock rhyme Zhixi
Even among the flowers, the children are smiling. People add snow lions into. Ren Treading Qing has no way, Ling Bo has land, step by step light dust. Recruit the soul of Princess Mei, just like last spring. Liu Yihe Zengsu, all are Yunying.
Hugh Dao Eastern Emperor's birthday, to the tea smoke break, who is turbid who is clear. Lai Xie Niang is kind and good at breaking the siege. Look at yesterday's dynasty, the rain in the sky, and settle everyone, Happy Society Weng Ping. Spring is sunny, dissolving and raining, listening to the sound of selling flowers.
Water Dragon Groan
Yuxing and Xunwu rhyme
Why silver candle red makeup, cauliflower has always been left. Drifting far away, singing around the beam, asking the red man to go. Around the east wall of butterflies, crying warblers repair bamboo, thinned cicadas tall trees. Sigh a spring wind and rain, return to hug your knees, nostalgic for the past, self-sorrow.
Looking at the willows of the East Gate, dreams are jagged and I want to return to the ghost road. Broken red herbs, even empty water, falling fog with high heights. Washed copper camel, Tianhuahua watch, Shengping re-encounter. But just like getting old, the river is drowning, and who is endowed.
Water Dragon Groan
Shou Zhou Nai Xuan
For many years, the sleeve flap heart fragrance, re-thrown out for public life. Arouse the old dragon, now is the time, understretched. Weak whispering warblers, light yin turn willows, strings are not transparent. Xin Jiangnan, there is no use of true Confucianism, and it must be seen, gun and embroidered.
It is said that the front car is in the road, and more than four generations, the propaganda has come and gone. What is the limit of the chest, the night of the heavenly gate, the morning song of the Spring Palace. Plums are thick, calamus flowers are old, oranges are idle. But the North Pass Ishizawa, the Relics Society is there, and He Gong returns to the day.
Water Dragon Groan
Watch people cut trees into chakras, and sail the autumn wind and waves on the sea. Baldo Po Lao, Zhijin sailor, leaning on the hammer staff. Nine o'clock Qizhou, half-raw hip meat, smoke and dust. But the north window dreams, the green yin is full of eyes, caressing the old traces, playing the new rise.
The world is full of difficulties, laughing and overthinking. Dragon tendons and tiger bones, deep roots and rabbits, thousands of feet in the air. Li le article, finally must dream of Bu, the southern people are phased. When asked Ling Yan, he seemed to be like a portrait.
Water Dragon Groan
and Qingjiang Li Hou ShiHong lai shou
Eighteen years ago, it was vaguely the age of the public. Copper camel strange on, wuyi alley, the subject is as clear as water. It is a kite, full of daytime brocade, erlang Junwei. But the scarf is quinoa, the white sideburns are hanging low, and the lu and qi are asked.
Most remember his years. Also once, three times three times. So far, I have completed my studies, and I have not lived for many years. Anderten, moved to the near city, Chang Kaoru Jin despised. Wangfu Xingjiong, Xijiang Qianli, waiting for the Gonglai Society.
Water Dragon Groan
And the Southern Sword Forest Tongshe Yuanjia far away from the shou yun
For many years, the green curtains and yellow curtains, the vase flowers were eclipsed by no one. Xun Chen traced far away, Yan Wu Road was broken, and He Ren xing gathered. Four holy towers, daffodils, cold smoke and rain. But wandering dreams, beauty is gone, empty memories, iron furnace steps.
At the end of the cool breeze, the flowers fell and the lines flew. At one end, the green weaving, the golden whale hut, the heavens and the dance. Read me He Chen, dry yin ice, raw pity for the golden tiger. Hate children can't be fooled, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the gongjun Huangyu is.
Water Dragon Groan
Sunda Fu Xi Nan Begonia, there are sentences of reminiscence under the flowers, and it is impossible to read it, and rhymes with jiangdong travel
The spring rain of the zhengyi was long, and He Zeng was wet and flying through. Zhijun read me, Xi'nan migrated, whose red sleeves. Sleep through the grass, the flowers lean on the drunk, and the wild song of the handrail. Sigh where the deceased is, smell the tears of the crane, go to the spring, and go home.
Speaking of affairs with the East, I am afraid of the east wind and frown like people. Chaotic mountain houses, crippled neighbors, can not look back. Cold food river village, cattle and sheep hill long, thatched eaves wine. Laughing Zhou Qin came and went, with whom to dream, said Kaiyuan old.
Water Dragon Groan
and the ninth day of Zhongfu
The lone smoke is merciless, and the sound of the horns is sending the city twilight. The grief is absolutely like, after the Dragon Mountain strikes, the riding platform sinks. Three thousand beads, twelve golden people, and five tombs without trees. In the residence of the King of Sigh Qi, under the Huang Gong, the empty Ding Ding, remember the front degree.
A few heroes and martial arts. The wine is not enough, the graves of the deceased. His hat was torn, he shook off several times, and he was insulted by the west wind. Yesterday and now, next year's meeting, overlooking the past. The east hedge, the flowers bloom, and the number is overwhelmed.
Feast Spring Terrace
Shou Zhou Nai Xuan
Fifty-three years, Shaohua rigidity, this summer fifty-three. Ruihe came to the court, waiting for Gong Miyue to re-investigate. Life is full of men. Look at the colorful room and add a lotus shirt. □□□, the pavilion is on all sides, drunk and red.
Chengping story, leisure time to talk about. Yunlong Wind Tiger, Saibei Jiangnan. The pillow in the noon bridge, the Emperor xi is like a day. Hand-planted peaches, next year to see, really as big as oranges. What a shame. Heavenly jealous people sleep beautifully, fun to take advantage of the ginseng.
Flower sweeping tour
And Autumn Cliffs meet Shou. Autumn cliff time to choose, leave words to go
Chuntai Road is ancient, want to shop moon lake cloud, chicken chirping off. Towel Che Erjiu, remember the day of Xiang's descent, leave words to persuade wine. Not on the sidelines, but in a fight with a cup. Count my life, I have to stay in the river clear, the eternal clear day.
Beijing state affairs changed hands, the palace powder piled yellow, bun makeup cry old. Is Yaochi in? Since Liu Lang went, the feast period was heavy. The Tao is nothing and there is nothing. Huan Xi You, Laughing Xi Xi, still Shu Shu.
Memories of Jiangnan
On February 18, Xuan Xuan invited a guest, because he asked Yan's begonias whether they had opened up, that is, they brought a tool to it, and it was already very prosperous.
Spend a few minutes, has been reported eight points urged. But he asked the master where he was going, and allowed Lao Tzu to come. Flower outside the host back.
The new year is now safe. The official city of Jinjin is full of chaos, and the flowers and birds are suddenly frightened. The world only adds a cup.
Plum blossom quote
Shou Locust City
The wine is not ripe, the plum is not open, and last year it was late to get drunk again. Laughter is a feast, dance is a feast, but this year, eighty is the beginning of the year.
The jagged wild song becomes a return crane, and the stone ding is not opened and peeled. Years open zun, years tim sun, sun and open zun, Fu Yao Cui gaomen.
Butterflies love flowers
Amused
After the rain, the new lotus is full of water vapor, the high shadow is jagged, and it is pointless to think about sleeping. In the dream, I didn't know who was the first to wake up.
Go to the sunset and grass, no matter how dry, everywhere is similar. Remember to be clearly shy, knowing that he is not a celestial fairy.
again
Shou Li Hou
Eighty or ninety ong frolicked into the market, put the chrysanthemum, and said the new beauty. Why wish the public thousands of years old, Shou Tan drinks water between the flowers.
Egret Shen Shen Fei revived, Du Lao Jiangtou, did not hate the autumn wind. If you want to plant a heavenly plum with a root, look at Qingqingzi for three thousand years.
Neon dress in the order of the first
Shi Yaolin made the first Yong Hot Spring in the middle of the neon dress, and suspected that he had not seen it in person, and his words were not very relevant. Yu saw one or two pools of Lushan Mountain, which were not close at first, and gradually became quite curious, because they used their voices to use their rhymes to try it.
The Milky Way is like a tree, and the spring mist of the river is warm and green. Bai Feng wandered Qing Shu. Like Shen Shui smokeless, boiled soup Qianhuo, soft muscle dark millet. Want to flow, squirt lightly. Empty hate hate, who is hot and annoyed, but remembers the cold spring.
Crispy jade, not familiar with Tang Mu. Deep and shallow, swaying, cloud steaming rain stains overturned. The shadows float red and flutter each other. The clothes are not yet desired, and they are strange to themselves, and the wild ducks are bathed in double baths. Hua Qingyuan, cold ape night around, the falling moon may be wet.
Rui Long Yin
and Wang Sheng and Shou Yun
Old man's language, have you seen the furnace open yesterday, falling ceiling? The birth year is not in line with the wilderness, the roots are thin, and Chan Juan is mistaken. That knows, female music is like smoke, Jiangnan is everywhere. When to re-enter the lake, dripping with wine, faintly hanging ancient.
Finally wait for Rouge to show his palm, make the gulls and cranes, and draw them according to the king. Ten thousand willows flooded the embankment, and a tear fell from the rain. In the darkness, he sent gold and copper. The intestines are broken, Wang Sun wangdi, and the heart is full of words. The city is hidden and now is interesting, the sleeves are back to the ground, and the sky is dancing. Mo is the Qingzhou spectrum, why not early, fly to Qingzhou to live? Looking back at the mirage, the mist has subsided.
Man Ting Fang
And Qing Shuai's self-death
Thousand Riders Mountain, a father and elder, before there was Han Wei Gonglai. Qingyuan went up to the top, only to see the birthday feast open. Ou Gongyun also saw, recalled xiangzhou, and returned late. As we all know, the stars are divided, and the flying horse does not need to be lined up.
The grass under the spring pavilion, the snow frost has passed, and it is still spring. Stay in The Spring Chitose, drunk a thousand cups a day. But he was afraid of returning to Dan Zhao, Dong Ming Tang, and needed male materials. Toward the direction, the west wind is facing, and the hand barrier is floating.
Man Ting Fang
The old fairy song of the grass window is full of fangshouyu, and the original rhyme is encouraged
There are no flowers in the empty valley, there is wine in the new barley, and last year was poorer than this year. The grunts are harmonious and save money. I heard that Mr. Went also, the south bank of the river, tied the grass for the boat. Still there, the mountains are cold and eating, but the road is broken.
Old man, three and two, the breeze makes a confession, and the sun smokes. But Gao Duyu did not do anything to get entangled. A few degrees of cloak taught me, two liters inside, boiled stone to burn lead. Hugh heavy road, the jade dragon has no hole, night and night call through the sky.
Magnolia slow
Don't be cloud house banquet
Drink at night on the afternoon bridge, the flower dew is heavy, and the candlelight is cold. About everywhere to sing, to buy wine in the dynasty, but to the shirt. Zun Qian was drunk, but he fell red and the branches were unbearable. Return to the willow yin xingyue, drunk and painted horns.
Wang Guan, it is rare to be like a gentleman, and it is difficult for me to see a king when I am idle. Remember Li Mo looking at the flowers, time is rising, wind and rain. Meet the deceased and say goodbye, send the king back, and tilt the sun to the mountain. Jiang Shang was full of sorrow, away from the grass flat.
Magnolia slow
And Zhongfu Li participated in the political seat on the rhyme
The wheat is ripe, the ploughing is full, and the oranges are idle. Laughing at the party's clear talk, long clothes and tools, more into the crown. Under the emperor's shelter, the autumn wind and the river are not frightened. It is easy to enter the three cities at night, and it is difficult to protect the family.
Dongshan, zero rain when also, leading guests between the bamboo forest. Look at the full seat of emptiness, light fur belt, green sideburns. After a laugh, the gold of the monument and the end of the home without harm. He also gave the southern cooking of the first food, and the Ming Dynasty meal Yu He Shan.
Forever happy
Yu Zi Yi Hai Shangyuan recited Li Yi'an Yong Yule and wept for it. In the past three years, every time I hear this word, I can't help myself. According to his voice, he also entrusted Yi An to describe himself. Although the words are too late, but the sorrow is excessive.
The beginning of the moon is sunny, the clouds are far away, and the spring affairs are the masters. The forbidden garden is cold, the lake embankment is tired and warm, and the front is as promised. The incense dust is dark and strange, the lights are bright, and the long is lazy to go hand in hand. Who knows, the smoke is cut off and the night is forbidden, and the city seems to be sad and rainy.
Xuanhe old days, Lin'an Nandu, Fangjing is still the same. Wandering, wind and beard, can give words the most bitter. There is no road in Jiangnan, and tonight in Yanzhou, who knows whether this suffering is good or not. Empty opposite, remnants of sleeplessness, full of village drums.
Forever happy
Yu Fang was in pain with the habit of the New Year's Eve at sea, and Deng Zhongfu and Yi An were able to say it, so they hung up on it.
Lantern Boat Huaxing, Cliff Mountain Pass, Officers and Soldiers Surrounded. The moon is round, the silver flower flame is short, and the spring is as promised. Linzhou is shallow, Aoshan is flowing, and it is like night rain. I also know that the beautiful scenery of the good day was the immortals under the time.
And now helplessly, Yuan Zheng New Year's Eve, will be like the moon fifteen. The small temple looks at the lights, and the tuan street turns drums, which always seems to add to the pity. The sleeves of the citrus are cold, the blowing quinoa is exhausted, and the years come and go. Empty memory, bow a sentence, like Yu Xi language.
Inner family petite
Shouwang Castle Mountain
End of the junior court, with Gao Li, Wen Di fu tour Liang. Look at Hanshui Huaishan, high-rise buildings sleeping together, Rongzun Zhengyi, flying covers looking at each other. In the spring wind, plant him red and white, laughing at me lazy busy. Later, Xuan du peach changed, the beauty was good, Yuling Meixiang.
Where is the most memorable? Will return to the sideburns late, empty with Wu Shuang. Win the Yellow Crown Wild Suit and smile proudly. Look at the small car outside the flowers, out of the eternal life cave, the second old man in the orange, and the fighting wisdom Qiong Huang. Called Shou Tang Tian cross, Sun recognized the three rooms.
Six States Song Head
In February, Jia Pingzhang went to Lugang, Taiping Prefecture, but saw no enemy, sounded the gong and collapsed, and heard the news in the second half of the month. Give this.
It has always been humane, and it is really a victory over Zhou Gong. Yan Ran, Huan Xi Small; Wan Shi Gong, And Then Jianlong. Fifteen years of the universe, the palace of the false, the companion of the church; the tiger rat, the bird finches, the covered snake dragon. Crane hair pang eyebrows, haggard empty mountain for a long time, came to The Eastern Seal. As soon as fu rui was gone, 400,000 people were the same. Speaking of the east wind, afraid of the west wind.
Even the dust rises, the fishing sun is miserable, the neon clothes are broken, and the Guanghan Palace. Qinglou Zhao, Zhu Men Quietly; Mirror Lake Empty, LiHu Tong. The big teeth are gone, the people are gone, and the harbor is heavy. Outside the oblique sun, the grass is green, and the flowers are red. Throw away all the gold, fang knows, the former and the rong. But the legend of the millennium, a copper in the middle of the night, where is the face of Jiangdong?
Six ugly
Chun Sense and Peng Ming Shu Yun
Look at the east wind on the seabed, send the sunset, fly like a throw. Drunk and twilight, afraid of Xizhou's fallen strategy, the way back is lost. Remember the first season, a thousand doors immediately, looking at the remnants of snow on the golden slope. Su'e pushed down the luan rut. The grass is dusty, and the river is crossing. Gentle rain and wind blowing. But with the broken geese, the time is desolate.
Looking back at Zi Mo, the dream has not returned. Gaunt Jiangnan, autumn wind old guest. Last year said today. The dead are dead, and the tortoiseshell is singing. Sweaty, the whole forest cup is narrow. When the situation drifts and meets, the old man at that time, the pear garden song book. Sing for me a few times. Like a child rule, the falling moon is crying quietly, and the teardrops of the people are people.
100 Word Order
Mr. Li Yunyan remembered the first degree, handwritten last year's Chibi song, sent it late in the year, and the young did not dare to be a lowly person. Hurry and rhyme, send long whiskers to go, and teach it if it can be taught
Fewer MSI small. Fu Sword Qi swept across the sky, and Lin Qi was hidden. At night, Song Du is like rain, and it looks even more strange. With Ru Sanling, The First Degree of Yu, a word premonitions. Happy to see in the twilight year, Jia Shen gathered five stars to take photos.
The remnants of the country can be rejoiced, the old people and children, and the Erru Frost Bridge Xiao. Ride a horse to listen to the chicken towards loneliness, dreaming into the south branch three times. Luo Sheqiying, the real rate of the nest, I am really funny. With the public test number, Kaixi Jiading Baoshao.
100 Word Order
Shou Chen Jingshan, one year younger
The cave room stops candles, like a new year, counting to the first yuan season. A lamp of Tu Su Chitose wine, added a list of newcomers. Yesterday's long greeting, this dynasty's birthday, appreciation of the regiment's good month. Yonghe spring is good, inexhaustible guest.
See said that the return of the sea is like a melon jujube, and no one can share it. Sixty-two three Liu Mengde, lost with Xiangshan Lese. Linggu Erxiu, Yangzhi Chuncao, Song and Dance Pipa Flute. Only worried about the first day, the jade dragon urged jin yi.
Warbler order
Nostalgia
Hurry up, why should you be alarmed, summon the grass lu people to rise. Count the success or failure of the blunt, non-subjects to see, until after death. And what is it, picking mulberry eight hundred, watching the silkworm night weaving in the small window. Man Ersheng suffered from self-suffering, teaching people to hang in the dragon.
Don't have a beautiful person, chase peach and hate Lee. Embrace the incense embroidery quilt. Fighting to know, the heroes sang sadly, Xiao Xiao was living in the cold water. Ask Jing Qing, Tian Heng Gu Twilight, who carries wine for Jun. Across the frost bridge and the moon falls, the old man is missing.
Leave it alone, the deceased is like this, and it will be very long- Junqi is my calculation, for farming. But ask a certain spring Gan, He Xiang Yumei. I don't want to be multi-talented in this life. The meritorious name was immediately revealed, and Mo Shusheng mistakenly did everything in the world. In the past years, willow rivers were planted, branches were folded, and trees were like this.
Ascended and smiled, put the chrysanthemum to the fence, and talked about Er'er. Try to look back, Longshan Road is broken, Matai desert, Weishui autumn wind, Shahe Night Market. Hugh Momo, don't bother me, I'm crazy and like to sing, but the song is not the bottom. At this time, the shadow became three, and Hu'e danced, why people are happy.
Warbler order
It was like a sad red rain, and it could not be blown on the ground. The deceased is small, and when they meet the past, they want to return the words. Gaze at the sunset of the deserted city for a long time, and the smoke and waves of the five lakes and seas. Ask where you are now, and send a message to the neighborhood in the old days.
Gossip that time, Sea Su Lee. Snow late at night like quilts. Want to join hands, Han Tian is silent, call □ should not doubt the water. Wait for the river beam, a falling moon, life is not death, farewell to the king. Looking at the old man's cabinet, there was a faint long sword.
The ancients have been lost, and their names are in history, and they should be so. And who expects to float and sink, and gets his own fish. Enjoy the pleasure, the beautiful scenery of the good day, the bell dancer, the Zhumen Dadi. The carved saddle horse fan dressed up, laughing at the false name and the matter in front of him. Looking at each other, starving to death on the west mountain, hanging on the east gate, life is happy for this.
The ancients have been enough, the heroes of the world, the kings and the ears. Listen to Oh, the chickens get up early, dance and wander, drink high-rise buildings, and sing wildly through the market. Cang Cang Eternity, Xi Nong Zhou Kong, article career on the stars, to the present, dry to see the bottom of the Milky Way. Laugh at his yellow paper to remove the king, the red flag to repay me, for the king to help the joy.
Warbler order
Zhao Yi can spare his rhyme, painstakingly change it, and reconcile it
Sad people are more like autumn days, and it looks like the difficulty of the years. Carrying each other, ascending in the evening, Gao Ji is in a state of sorrow. It is often hated, the ancients are unscrupulous, and the people of today are absolutely foolish. But the eastern fence was half drunk, and the residual lamp repaired the chrysanthemum.
Returning to the place, resentment and bitterness. There is a remnant of the cold worm. Outside the lake and mountains, the bagpipes are dry, and the beard bed is night and the moon is according. Hate that time, the clouds are ups and downs, the sky is broken, and the danger is as difficult as promised. On the side of the bridge, the mirror is sold round, and the intestines are broken.
Who is the jade axe, frightened, lost the upper realm building. Very heavenly mistake, Chan Juan Yu mistake. Repentance but the first thought, not in line with the dream of him, neon chuchu. And now that Ann is here, the maple forest is closed, looking back at the immortal place, the broken soul flew over the lake and river. Always say yes, the group on the ground, the Qingzhuo Yaotai, the Langfeng Hanging Garden.
The pipa is often used to persuade wine with the saddle, and it can speak nonsense for a thousand years. Sighing since ancient times, the palace flowers are short-lived, the Han Moon is ruthless, the battlefield is difficult to green, and the old people have become soil. Jiangnan is haggard, the deserted village is wandering, sad to lose the pear garden department, the empty river, tears between the reeds and rain. Meet Sima Wind, wet green shirts, want to return to nowhere.
Qinyuan Spring
And Acacia Castle self-longevity
Sixty-one, hanging silver ribbon fish, inserted four-corner wheel. Put a hundred present dynasties, rearrange the flower armor, ten years ago, like a mortar. The dice choose the name of merit, the wine is rich, and the pipe is taken when the feast is full of persuasion. Acacia knew that when Jiro did even more, the father and son sealed Shen.
He should meet Changchen, afraid that the meeting under the forest is not true. Look at the burning of the lotus, the laughter of the bell mountain, the sale of the field and the horse, the fall of the tribute and the poverty, after sixty years, there are endless things, it is the body of the official who is the body of the official. Good years, don't be his prime minister, is the whole person.
Qinyuan Spring
And Acacia City self-rhyme
When Liu Zisheng was born, the next string of the month, he lost most of the round. Remember the lonely house looking at the clouds, toward the hunger of the afternoon, the cold furnace with snow, the late years of the pan hard. Mr. Biru, the two are looking at each other, and the difference is not only one or two decades. Good next year, count the beggar pulp to get wine, unitary victory like Shen.
Wu Chen. It must be a female tatsumi, listening to the poor ghost teasing the count to be true. But cranes and huating, how expensive is like a lowly, pearl Shen Golden Valley, rich is not as good as poor. Bright moon breeze, sunny spring warm day, in and out of the thousand heavy clouds of water body. I am old, and the few who sigh are no longer as good as people.
Qinyuan Spring
And Acacia Castle to see shou
Becoming a Buddha is born in heaven, and there are two ways to become a Buddha, and Ren Zu was born first. Look at the two or three old, vaguely my list, a few more new entrants, less small Qi years. Purple strangers meet, green mountains go alone, leaning on the cane crane singing to listen to Buquan. A hundred years, but rare as a child, still after old age.
My cattle have stopped ploughing the fields, and the rain and mud are deep and free. Sigh ten years of waves, leisurely and replenishing, three living stones, all kinds of fate. White hair came and went, Zhu Yan went also, a wild song fell on the side of the wine. Who is like me, like an official slave out of the country, scattering the holy ann zen.
Qinyuan Spring
Smell the song
Eighteen years later, Huang Gongyuan descended, in front of Cui Jiutang. Sigh what life is like, floating flowers are strange, concubines are difficult to trust, selling mirrors by the bridge. The curtain is deep in the clouds, and the sound around the beam is thorough, not living up to the old legend of the poplar branches. The host is good, but he leaves a stone and annoys Peng Xuan.
Not because of the sigh next year, nor for the green shirt to make a feast. Remember where the old people are, the old tour is like a dream, the breeze and the moon, the wild grass and barren fields. Pitching is merciless, singing with hatred, and the four walls are depressed for a long time. Autumn river late, but a sound of the river is full, I am self-assured.
Qinyuan Spring
And Liu Zhongjian nine days rhyme
Nine days of yellow flowers, after Yuanming, who was Ru Li. Remember Longshan last night, the cold spring nine wells, the hat is light as a leaf, and the whiskers are like a leaf. Yu Fan West Wind, Kong Lin Falling Illumination, Silver Sea Horizontal Wave Twelfth Floor. Laughing, that Hua Ting shang Cai, goodbye to what reason.
Life is like what I want, but I can only swim high. Laugh now don't drive, outside the front, half a hundred dust, the years are like a stream. Such a wall, this year is not seen, a song is better than ten thousand households. Stealing leisure is good, then the Ming Dynasty has an appointment, And Mo Mo Xiu.
Qinyuan Spring
Send spring
Spring is home, wind and rain cover the river, and smoke and dust are dark. Yanmen Ersai, Longsha Mang, Wuhui in the east, and Qinchuan in the west. Herbs are lost, flying flowers are embraced, and small for the pot to borrow for a hundred years. Jiang Nan is good, ask the husband what is going on, many stay.
Jiangnan is pitiful, but full of yanghua white felt. Look at rabbit sunflower oats, Huaqing Palace, bee yellow butterfly powder, condensed bi poolside. I have no home, and I have returned to Hori, and the seven treasures of the road are wandering in the middle. The wind returned, sending a precious sound, and the two places were clear.
Qinyuan Spring
Laughing Gongsheng crazy, playing the crown every day, looking west to Wang Yang. When the mud is sealed repeatedly, the pulun does not arrive, selling Langya products, and doing people's clothing. Houlu deceased, gold has a skill, why not divide the back of the elbow. He was old, three thousand miles away, eighty homesick.
He Ru Wu Shou Hua Tang, next to the old place of Xiang Xiang Dong Shan. Let the king be close to you, you may wish to sit high, the grand event of our state, and the shorter adjacent wall. I learned Xiyi, invited the public to sit, and played the pot in the sun and the moon. Mountain monks said, it is not too late to become immortals, and fire fighting must be busy.
Guided by law
Shouzhi Zhong
Tang Yin Day, Tang Yin Day, Qingmei near the Flower Dynasty. Gong Xi Zhi zhong holds a blessing pen, and spring when Xiao Han cloth wide strips. Lan Huixue first sold.
Harmony is full, and the business is full of fishing trees. Qingche has poured the water on the snail, and the black head should serve the mink. Pegasus intends to return to the Dynasty.
Guided by law
Shouzhi Zhong
Peach ripe, peach ripe, ripe for a thousand years. Compared with xianggong, there are fewer and fewer, and the vermilion green sideburns are even cicadas. The flesh is more glamorous.
Xijiang is good, Xijiang is good, spring rain is sticky. See said that the news of the inner family is near, and the beauty worships the dance before the birthday. Lift up the golden whip drunk.
Guided by law
Shou Liu Hou
Children are happy, children are happy, and they are willing to pick peaches. Huang Gong Ming fox became a ghost fire, and Hanamura bought calves and sold wild knives. Only the Messenger is labored.
Yanshan Gui, Yanshan Gui, still with Dou Jiaxiang. The moon hall was full of golden millet, and the jade crumbs in the bag were pounded into frost. And Lu into kasumi.
Guided by law
Shou Wu Mong An
Golden stem dew, golden stem dew, absolutely better than jiuxia qian. Crush chrysanthemums like jade crumbs, full plates and moon throat fragrance. Not always Dan Fang.
Sixty-seven, sixty-seven, seven years old to see Duanping. I remember that it was autumn to remove the eyes well, and in recent years the road to Nanjing. Chu made all beings.
Guided by law
Shou Hu Tan East
Spring is small, spring is small, and plums are gradually getting a little bit. It is not necessary that the immortals have no white hair, but there are still yellow flowers under the forest. The shadow of the pond is soaked in the flowing xia.
Winter ten, winter ten, hai zi geese obliquely oblique. No need for Yaochi to steal Bishi, no need to miss Bodan sand. Yin virtue is all over the house.
Guided by law
Shoucheng Mountain, with Shou Hu Tan Dong rhyme
There are still fewer ministers, fewer ministers, less like this one. A little bit of spotting is now like snow, flying around like a flower. Drunken eyes look at The Red Glow.
Human affairs, human affairs, upside down. Cold and clear ice into the water, swallow the sand in the rice. Choose the elderly.
Guided by law
Tianzhengzi, Tianzhengzi, Haizheng is worse. Under the bed, Yu Ling wore nine on his head, and the copper leaves in his hands were full of flowers. Beggars as FeiXia.
Liaodong crane, Liaodong crane, wordless crane head oblique. The dust did not know how to turn into dust, and the surrounding area would be covered with sand. Chengguo is waiting to return home.
Guided by law
Shou Hu Pan Ju
The water of the plate, the water of the plate, the water of the clear can be maundy. I was with The Winding Mountains in January, and the yellow flowers were satisfied to go around the deserted city. Embrace to whom.
Ten out of ten, ten out of ten, ten to ten thousand years old. I am in the same month as Panshan, and I do not occupy the nails before the first sunny. Hand in hand to see the rise and peace.
Guided by law
Daishou Danshan
East wind and rain, east wind and rain, Hehan wash Penglai. Only to see the Height of Danshan Mountain, I don't know the ancient road. Return to the sea at what time.
February 8, February 8, Nagami drunken peach cheeks. The Heavenly Jade Hall was nostalgic for the grass, and there was no plum in front of the golden ding. Except for the old man who came.
Guided by law
Shou Liu Zhongjian
May 5, May 5, drizzle green calamus. Early on, the high flowers bloomed nine knots, and the flowers could be knotted. Hold this for the beginning.
Long life, long life, children and daughters. What a screen star in the south pole, clear as cold dew in curling. Ichifu Xianru.
Water tune song head
Shou Zhan Day Tour
After the crane will be in the sun, it will come to this for this reason. Toward the time, it does not seem to be burly out of the dust. Shaori Hedong gave his hand, drunkenly Xinfeng to the grass, talked and laughed on the golden platform. The prince has less aura, and the horse is immortal.
Sable Fur, Rhinoceros Sword, Parrot Cup. Dragon saliva shenshui is shallow, thin life some people guess. Smelling that the old immortal Qingjian wanted to see the wind and posture Haowei, the heavenly language was fast and urgent. The blade looks at the double, and the locust is like a kiss.
Water tune song head
Shou Yan YunXin
Five-five-five, two-eight and heavy. The day after tomorrow, the first A is like this, and the full moon is happy to meet. Three hundred must be poured in one day, and the month is small and loses another day, less than nine thousand bells. May the guests always be full, do not ask the sea to honor the air.
Give long pieces, short rhymes, and leftovers. Chaos comes and goes, one orange and two decaying men. A few times to see the Tanglin melon is good, and then to see the west neighbor Aoi rotten, half drunk and half awake. Occasionally, there are objects of the cave, and the mixture is mixed up and down.
Water tune song head
Xie and Xiyuan came to shou
The Master favored me and called me an ancient disciple. There are guests without wine, and there is wine and no fish. It was reported that the rhinoceros soldier had fallen far away, and asked Chen Ren how he looked, and Chen seemed to be the next year. The heavens and the earth are also big, and there are holes and holes.
White Snow Song, Dan Yuanzan, He hoof book. Hongya He passed me by, so he made a teaching map. Teach me to ride the moon at the root of heaven, regulate me to help the sway, and eat me baizhi charm. From then on, there is also the Red Pine Lake.
Water tune song head
Shouzhou Xiyuan is orderly: the sky is nine and the sun is accumulated, and the moon and the half will look. Gong Wei a certain official, Jiading Jian Qi, Xi Jiang Qi Ying. Arbor Nanshan, father, father, light and wind, one day, two days. The people of 100,000 households are blessed with eight thousand autumns. A certain slang song water tune, Shangzan Jindan, Chen Zonggong, stealing lucky micro-gaze.
Sir, I am my generation, and the creature is his disciple. Lotus clothes put themselves in the forest, and did not abandon the silver fish. Stay in the east fence for the evening festival, laugh down the bald hat of Longshan, and get drunk and insert the cocoon. There are big old people in the world, and they will return hand in hand.
Don't head the scriptures, three dreams, a compilation of books. Stop at the liner and look at the old creek map. After going through the day after tomorrow, according to the Ming Dynasty three or five, the dry body is appropriately spelled. Also to fenggongshou, not to talk about goose lake.
Water tune song head
RiXian Dong Bin Gong Statue Yu Xi Yuan, Mr. Reported to the Order Court Gong Nai Xuan Shou Rong, I know: is the kind of Wuzi. And the three stacks of front water are adjusted to prove it, so that a certain self-titled small resistance. Although it is not similar, I dare not be. Gu Gongshou read this, friendship is not humiliating, dare to continue the good song, do not forget the good story.
It seems to be unusual, like A lifetime of disciples. The painter paints his own dragon species, and suddenly the flying fish near the sea. Laughing at the North Palace as a brother, he made Xihe suspicious of the woman, and he was in the same breath. And the dugong is the old junhu.
Nichihua, Qianben, Xue Yangshu. Ma Shizhen is only this, but it is a floating chart. The size of Lu is different from the horse, and the world is made of kings and, but it owes the tiger copper charm. Say even left eye mole, has passed through Dongting Lake.
Water tune song head
Since the dragon sleep Li Clan night over the Xian Xian Kang Clan, walking pen and his home lamp barrier water tone, forcing twilight to return
Not three or five nights, no time to let go of the sun. The lights on the long street are bright and bright. Put like a courtyard at every hour, the legend is like a barrier, there is no way and the king walks. Push the hand back and forth the hand, all pay the sound of the intestines.
Leaks are known, lights close, people go down the shed. Zhongshan Iron Horse is similar, and the hatred is difficult to reconcile. A fall of laos and anger, goodbye to the Big Sheng dance, happy things are always hurt. There is dust with the horse, and there is also the rain ringing bell.
Water tune song head
Mid-Autumn Festival
The moon is tens of thousands of miles, and the son is in the Mid-Autumn Festival. Ancient and modern good nights are like this, and the silence stays for a few hours. Where hu di three lanes, there is still a south building Yuxing, the wind up the wood fluttering. The white stone stands on four mountains, and the jade dew is under the flat continent.
Drunken Qingzhou, Song Chibi, Fu Huang Lou. There are ten guests in the world, and Tan laughs and has a middle stream. Look at the color of the Hengjiang River, just like the White Bi of the Shen River, and the light is floating through the sky. Raise your head and go quickly, and the lights will see Shenzhou.
Water tune song head
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, Jiwen Gongma Dechang panjiang
The group has rested and swam in the dream. The dust of the earth is like water, and the children are overwhelmed. The lonely ancients are safe, and there are tall buildings where there are. The guest has a hole in the pipe, and the tears cannot be collected.
Yu Lou fell, Qin Lou xiao, Chu Lou Xiu. Knowing what the Duke hates, it is not for the sake of the Marquis. Since this mountain and this month, say what year and where, re-pan Magnolia boat. Dancing heroically, the afterglow of the sea of anger flows west.
Water tune song head
Loneliness and loneliness, this month is bright in ancient times. The Milky Way also became land, and the ash robbery broke the maple. Heroes and children have fallen, dragons and bulls have been destroyed, and victories and defeats have been flat. The jade flute is called empty and wide, and there will eventually be a human feeling.
Geese fly south, around the tree, cranes return to the city. Ask the king if there is wine, why not drummer more blowing. I drank and danced, I danced with gray hair, and Gu Ying was pitiful. In the old days, there were many sunny days in the Mid-Autumn Festival.
Water tune song head
In the Mid-Autumn Festival, the two people showed the water tune of the Mao Miao Lou forty years ago. The meaning of the immortals has been exhausted, and tomorrow it will continue
On this night, the moon of the river is still remembered. Maundy went like water again, and Ande the master stayed. The old days of climbing the building laughed, and on this day the new pavilion wept, and the bald sideburns were cold. Wood falls on the pole pool, fishing singing in the middle of the continent.
Hibiscus Que, Mandarin Duck Pavilion, Phoenix Building. Late at night, white dew fell, and who saw wet fluorescent streams. There are guests in this life, but hate that there are fish and no wine, and there is no floating in a lifetime. Heavy province to see the tide, this evening is Hangzhou.
Water tune song head
and Ma Guan Fu Mid-Autumn Festival
Don't drink strong must drink, do not drink Nai Ming. I was also bald, still as slippery as ice. Once the gold wave ripples, and then sucks the Qiong Lou pouring, I also grow long. Try it into the pot and look at it, it only looks like the world is clear.
Drink Lianjiang, Jianglianyue, Yueliancheng. Ten years of clutching old age, sad and joyful merciless. I want to see the miserable north, I want to explain where the year is, and the clothes are revealed. With this large round mirror, shake hands and recognize the ring.
Water tune song head
and Sunda View Lotus
Xian took down the Chi Dao, clear dew drops hibiscus. It is like waking up from wine, laughing in the world. Ten thousand flowers lantern night feast, a flat leaf island, lonely five more winds. Mistakenly appreciate the bright makeup, sad full of bronze.
Pi 66, 36, how poor. Gangnam Ququ Smoke Rain, who is drunk Shi Weng. But the hatred of talent is old, there is no return to the wind and currents, and the ethereal endowment is amazing. Message to the Clean Society, small drinks are compatible.
Water tune song head
On the ninth day of the first afternoon, Niu Shan was made
Don't drink strong, today is Chongyang. The healthy have always been safe, and the world is uncertain. The uncle went to the people far away, and was returning to he about personnel affairs, and the tears suddenly became a trip. The uncle fell into tears, and annihilation hurt people.
Yan He Gui, Hong Wants to Break, Butterfly Hugh is busy. Yuanming is helpless, cold-eyed chrysanthemum yellow. Look at the sunset of Longshan Mountain, and see the wild grass of the riding platform, who is weak and who is strong. What is good about wine, drunk for a while.
Water tune song head
On the night of august 9, after returning from Huangzhou, Xiao Yingfu took a boat to the outside of the temple, and could not sleep late at night, and tomorrow he sent it to him
The mountains and rivers have no accommodation, and the village secretly deserves to return. I don't know if there are guests taking advantage of the pleasure and taking me to cangwan. The wine sucks the Ming River exhausted, the moon sets three stars under it, and the water is not released. Shadow turned loose and danced, and helped into the forest.
Hate no one, Yokono Flute, called Guan Shan. Knowing what is generous about the king, it is a pity to get Miyang Guan. Look at the big river to the east, look at the wine sadly, and say tears. I drink myself to death, how difficult it is for me to sing.
Water tune song head
Yu Chu entered the jianfu and touched the official prostitute Yu Ma. Later, on the side of the wine, the prostitute said to himself, so he gave it
The sound of rain is deep in the courtyard, in the small building of the song fan. At that time, Fei Yan was on the horse, and the demon was for whom. The delicate trembling whiskers are not stable, the waist is lightly caged, and the jade girl is the most worried. Skimming past the car, looking back and charging.
Baochao is oblique, the clouds are chaotic, and several times have been met. Who knows that three steps away, this pain is the same as Jun. Jade residue makeup who sees, otter marrow light marks wonderful supplement, powder dai does not have to be thick. Re-seeing is a low complaint, and the afterglow is more hurried.
Water tune song head
And Wang Huaicheng self-shou
Uninstructed Xian Duzi, he once knew the old XianWeng. After Qingqing's youth left, his heart was the same as that of the Taoists. It does not need nine tins to swing, the open cabinet is bitter and has no long things, and the idle day is drunk for a thousand hours. A smile was stretched out, and the child played in the big locust.
You Peng, Zhao Yuanqi, Ao Qiao Song. Over the years, many things have been accustomed to the world, and Mo Mo is annoyed. Waiting for the three dynasties to be old, just now it is empty, Mei Xin has passed first. Wealth is inevitable, and from then on, I have learned to be deaf.
Water tune song head
Hundreds of grandchildren, eighty old men. The world is blessed, and the sufferings of the world are the same. Who sighs at the East Gate hunting tired, who laughs at the Nanyang Dance, everything is five more bells. I hope that people will be long, and the conversation will return to the cup.
Hou Gua, Cheng XiangBai, Dafu Song. The princes and the strong are safe, and the spring dream turns to the empty. Mr. Ridiculous is not sick, sick in the pillow flow gargling stone, blessed to natural pass. Deaf people laugh more, and a smile cures deafness.
Water tune song head
I have this guest or not, it is difficult to be the master. Small years are not similar, and occasionally they are the same as large years. See said that the East Wing is less, is supporting the family Junshenghui, two eight dance song bell. I also want to get public respect, and I am in the painting hall.
Laughing artemisia, real grass, leaning on the long pine. The canon wants to make soup cakes, and the home brew is empty. The public has Tanzhou Baihu, the public has the second place of the field, and the guest has ten thousand money. Small and large are not similar, but can be similar to male deafness.
Water tune song head
And Ma Guan Fu Stone Ferry Rhymes
The bright moon is thousands of miles away, and the wind moves the tent pattern. The old man's words are like dreams, and the dreams turn to geese for the first time. Leaning on the western mountains chaoshuang, walking through the old stone ferry, long time do not neglect to pass. Do not speak with it, day and night alone with the cup.
Tune green water, sing white snow, have a heart. It is also known that Jiri taka pecks and pecks, and there is no way to get rid of the dust. Dog-tailed mink cicadas are full of seats, shells with partridges are powdered, and one public opinion is one subject. The years are not as good as desired, who is more angry with the ashes.
Water tune song head
On the twenty-first day of the lunar month, you can go far away from the church
The sunset is half pavilion, and the mountain shadow is not in the pot. The desire is unstoppable, and the regress has not returned. Where is the Nishiki family, the haru sends the deceased, and the lonely listen to the bell. Mu Mo saw the river go, and there was no snow on the fisherman.
Words are generous, songs are generous, and words are exquisite. The clouds of the years meet at dusk, and tomorrow is the east wind. Far away want to make the king on the stage, hand in hand with people to enjoy, the middle of the night said Yuan Long. The world is speechless, and look at the candles.
Water tune song head
and Uncle Peng Ming's Tanabata
I don't see the ancient time and moon, what is like the Han Dynasty and autumn. Zhu Chen village is new, and the bride rides an ox. After wanting to get rid of the front of the river, and saying that the river drum by the river, this meeting has no reason. Where to set melons and fruits, fragrant ditches.
Guo Lang lao, who is reasonable, is it a flow of emotion. □ sleep for five days, and five days to go back and forth. My belly is empty for a long time, the son has a full hall of splendid embroidery, and the calf nose is rewarded. Yuyou is good at this time, empty negative Ge Towel.
Water tune song head
Heaven and earth have a medium qi, and the first is the middle yuan. New Autumn Seven Seven, Moonrise River Han Bullfighting Room. It is the first degree of the king, such as seeing the Zhongzhou River, green sideburns and vermilion. The stem dews a glass of wine, and the clear and clear is full of people.
The summer recedes, the scrawling is clean, and the clouds are spotted. Sannon Sanjia is thick and heavy, standing still like a mountain. Since then, five winds and ten rains, since three years and one day, Xiang Sleep Town Lion Man. Dancing wishes for public life, but can not wish for public return.
Water tune song head
Chen Pingzhang was impromptu
Look at the two stars at night, and the high will be listed. Pale white hair black hat, the wind into the ancient locust Qing. There are people in feather robes, still ordinary people, sitting in Meng Gong's shock. Don't drink me too much, don't get tired of me waking up.
Jin Ouqi, Yin Xinxi, Gun Yixin. It has always been Huaizhe grass and trees, and there is a faint aftersound. Hearing the sand language of the well, thanking the stone trench village affairs, and pouring out his ears and thundering. Raise wine to serve the public life, and Providence is thick and fertile.
Water tune song head
and Yin Cunwu
Creation repeats itself, and the white head is trapped in the old man. On the moonstone, a smile and a river clear. One hundred and eight plates of roads, twenty-four bridges singing and dancing, and the dream of life is terrifying. Drinking alone was not drunk, and he woke up drunk.
Don't be old, surprised, a few times new. When he came, Yanqi was unstable, and his ears were full of cicadas. Idly recalling the Qiantang River, the two green mountains are white, and the blood stones are whiplash. This matter is safe and relatively peaceful.
Golden Wisp
Daihe Cheng Xiang, orderly. Congratulations on the opening of the calendar, Dan should be born Shen. Zhong Sanguang Wuyue Zhiying, born in five hundred years, was born in the world; in the past and today, tens of millions of generations opened taiping. A certain look at the door wall, deep praise; Ji Chen Yiyong, playing small words, committing a crime, fearing and celebrating.
Xiao Dian Long light up. Yu Xiang is strong, new poems are written, and Yun Fei xiangdi. A self-riding Ji Chengdi, a thousand years of junchen fish water. The end is not negative, the arc of the year. Chibi Zhou Lang wandered around, shyly looking, so the fortress was inclined to the sun. Looking at it now, it is even more incomparable.
If you say anything about life. Sighing at the Yangtze River, several winds and waves, several people were afraid. Several years of Taiping and Fengrui, three hundred years and several. I want to be happy with the emperor and the original heart. Approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon is counted as heaven on earth and is beautiful. Wish Chitose, like a nail.
Golden Wisp
Shou Miao Shou
Autumn old cold incense garden. Since the spring came, the orange mallet was idle, and went to the heavens and feet five. Strange on the song to he twilight, harvested yellow clouds like earth. But the first time, the first degree of luck. Not to make the king a Buddha, but even today, to want rain and rain today. Holding shou sake, dancing for the public.
Tiger head painter who can be allowed. Write tianren, square pupils red cheeks, and laugh together. The garrison camped three thousand soldiers, and the clusters filled the city with drums. I am afraid that I will not be able to stay in the public. Fly to the flying egret, count the years, rare surname Doden Province. Wish Chitose, Bong Ming Lord.
Golden Wisp
Qifan's director Zhou Naixuan's birthday
Spring into the Fan river rain. Full of lakes and mountains, warblers and swallows, before the song and after the dance. I heard the Tao and stopped, but listened to the drums of the tower. The right is uncertain, the clouds and the sun are the same. Lao Tzu's chest is high and small, and this spirit can be more Kaifeng Province. The new rule is sufficient, and the old people are suffering.
The flat boat went with the wind. Look at Lai Yi and Si Xian Tang, Shou Qian Chaoju. Sixty-two or three formers, dare to look forward to the old fu of Xiangshan. It was past the Dragon Boat Festival. Collect calamus three three sections, send my husband, correct the heavenly road. Return to Gun and go to the Xiang Garden.
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Shou Li Gong is familiar with him
I mistakenly stayed in public residence. Look at the human world, it is like a heavy sun, and the city is full of wind and rain. Father Tang Yin and his widow remember the Lantern Song and Dance. But Ji Shou and Wu Wu were speechless. I have a thousand years of hatred for Huan Zheng, for Xie Gong, see back Yunfu. Public unhappiness, still bitterness.
Wu Nong's heart depends on who sues. Who knows, closed the house and is poor, and wants to go away from it. Wen Dao Ming Dynasty Sheng Shen Ye, full of a cup of snails. And I know where the next year will be. If the heavens have feelings for the West River, they will make the king and the horse come as the road. Incense petals rise, better than golden wisps.
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And the same surname Cao Shu Qu Ben Hu Duan Yi saw Shou Yun and thanked
Forget the way forward. Hate the sky, cold ice abandoned me, Jiangnan idle. The world has long known that this is the case, why not the old farmer and the old garden. More planted, plum blossoms live deeply. Before the freezing rain, he turned towards the Xixi Stone, and pitied the moss and the fallen tears. The mountain is like me, and the two eyebrows are gathered.
How to spend years in the twilight. But amorous, lonely, two or three gentlemen. Yue Shi twilight years to support the wind, Yu Xie smelled the chicken dancing. Hate does not diminish, twenty or thirty years old. A song of acacia, drunk and singing for me. The king thinks of me, like a common ancestor.
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Shou Chen Jingshan
Yesterday was drunk with junjia wine. From now on, 18,000 games, no old friends have been neglected. Humane daffodils are not allowed to plum blossoms behind the temple. But win, thin year by year. Gather the snow on the stars and rise in the sky, wait for the wind and the mighty to join hands. Drink the wine of the king, and offer the life of the king.
Spring a few years ago into the Swallow Willow. Look at the lianyi, the four generations of golden whips, and the long catalpa bears. There is a long period of time in ou, and it has fallen to the mouth of the Fujian Mountains. Duan Self- and Yutang Golden Bucket. I like to be young and unitary next year, but the beggar pulp and the income are all mellow. Drunk, send off the day.
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The old man of shou zhu is seventy-three years old
Seventy-three years. Remember the villain, four hundred and forty-five times. Seeing that the water in Penglai was shallow, Hugh said that the tree was like this. But dreams, yesterday is not today. A song before the luan exercise, caressing the copper immortals, clear tears like lead water. The song is not broken, I get drunk first.
The newcomers painted it like a handsome one. Like Baqiao, wind and snow groaning shoulders, Narcissus Meidi. The alley is still faintly shining, flying over the ashes like a wash. Smile less companions, black clothes yu a few. Lao Tzu was born he Zengmo, and the poems and sentences of the twilight years became history. A hai word, A Shen up.
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And Tan dong advised to drink Shou Qian
Shoot the urn spring and stir. Cave frost, pressed green pile yellow, forest buds can be gong. There is an old man pond edge chrysanthemum, shaking down and falling into a dream. Hundreds of years old, half a year old. The children and daughters lead the robes to the luan place, around the father-in-law, willing to dedicate the birth to the praise. Male astringent, wait for heavy wind.
When is the time when life is heavy, nai this dynasty, there are guests without fish, there are fish that stay frozen. He seems to be in front of the dignity of the colorful, low singing shallow and pouring together. Nor do you wait, cook the dragon and phoenix. This meeting will know who is healthy next year, saying that mr. Song is worried and hopes to break Mr. Song. Wake up the most bitter, drunk and talk together.
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The cold of the north is moving. Dusk, leaf full of Chang'an, cloud mi Zhanggong. After the most bitter Zhou Gong was a thousand years old, he was dreaming with Mang Xin. Fifty countries have entered china one after another. Shake the people of the city song Wuwu, asked How Ru, yesterday Song Gao praise. Whoever is the wind?
At the beginning, the common way was heavy. Nai Tianjiao, the wind chill under the wind, and the Tuotuo soldiers froze. Lonely put Weng Nanyuan record, bring the garden citrus into the offering. Looking back, who repaired the phoenix. Sending a message to the right door to inflame, this imperial court, not Bangchang Song. True and false, probably together.
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Absolute river view peach, seat and rhyme
Ask what year it was planted. Unique, full of flowers, a thousand steps. The old man under the flowers remembered me, not like the reward place. And blow away, the road side of the villa. Where is Huang Siniang's family now, she also drifts to zero and lives in the former village. Don't hate, send red rain.
Carry the pot through the grass song twilight. Remember the night before, deep alliance to stop drinking, the situation can help the road. Break a cup of flower floating noodles, do not feel two three four five. More takeri, upside down Cui Protection. Try to see the flowers of the gentlemen, but now, pitch into the front. Jun is gone, Qujiang tree.
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Smell the cuckoo
Few days are all doorways. Listen to the long pavilion, the green mountain sunset, it is better to go back. Eighteen years of exchanges and backs and forths, the white head of the world is ancient. Shocked again, five more sentences. The Tao is the exile of the Shu Heavenly Son, even in the beginning, like the Wu'er language. The subject said goodbye, and the tears were like rain.
There are countless painting halls. Remember the painting bridge, the yellow bamboo song, the peach blossom front degree. Wind and rain broke the soul of Su Jizi, where is the Spring Dream Family Mountain. Who does not want to seal ten thousand households. The four corners of the lonely Jiangnan round asked Chang'an and no one on the road to live. Cry out in blood, to whom to complain.
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GuYan takes the village and rhymes with Yu, such as Rhyme Answer
A smile put on the cloak. Laughing last night, the east wind is like a dream, Han Zhang Lu Li. White-haired red-haired clouds on the creek, do not remember the years of children and grandchildren. But looking back, Qin died and Han drove. The bitter fisherman could not stay, and he came back here the next day. I am old and still able to do it.
The teenager did not understand the unsatisfactory. Out of the mountains, red dust blows off, falling flowers and flowing water. The Heavenly Jade Hall is changed in the world, and the rambling is a thousand miles. More so, Xuandu gentleman. Smelling the brewed peach can be made into wine, and the peach to be brewed and thousands of stones are drunk. Spring is over, and the urn is bottomless.
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The township school lights up, the giver is forced to make peace, and it is reluctant to rhyme
Lights on the wall. Remember yesterday's dynasty, mangshoe, cold wind and rain. The moon enters the palace acacia shadow and turns into countless acacia flowers. Trance, mole head press. I don't hate Yangzhou, I don't dream, I hate dreams, I don't get drunk. Empty and empty, hanging in the end.
Spring is dominated by thousands of bees and butterflies. He Ren, the old man remembers Jiangnan, and the North Dynasty Kaifu. Look at the scenery of that year, do not wait for the flower slave to urge the drum. And it is not said, chun ding is divided. A song of vicissitudes invited me to peace, Mr. Smile, Shang is Handan Step. If it is a barn, it will continue to be broken.
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And The monk Liu Shan Wu and Li Jia Long Yun in the same year
Gradually, there are not many, poetry friends and wine companions, and Donglin Fu several people xu. Old times boats West Lake Willow, words with east wind dust. Remembrance no? At the end of that month, who to avoid? When the dynasty is conceited. Even the bun frowned, teng yi short, always like a father.
At that time, sadly said that Yu Kaifu, life has no hundred years to worry about. Tiger head swallow jaw human flesh, not honey ongong made. Now and in ancient times, it is Chu who dies for all, for all who die for Chu. Towards twilight. Listen to the corner of the painting, whimper unbroken, heavy five more drums.
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The same year as Xie Li
Remember Xuan Du, look at the flower gentleman, and hate it all his life. Qingyun Purple Stranger, a few jade people into the soil. Is it here now? But the four seas and nine states, bending the fingers from the beginning. My year is empty. Look at the shooting tiger Nanshan, encounter a drunken lieutenant, why drink Tian Father.
Divine dreams are also tangtang Oufu, and there is no broken head in this. Planting locusts does not separate the whips from evil, and wishes Erlang Er to do it. Cang Cang is ancient, long years and years, old but southern Gong Chu. Pond spring twilight. Laughing step by step, the frog is seen as two, as if the drum has not been forgotten.
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Three hundred years, in heaven on earth, as promised, as promised. Falling flowers eat the wind and rain in the east, and the desert is long and the soil is broken. Is the soul returned? I am afraid of being indistinct and depraved. And there is no negative phase. Remember the past and the sages, talk about Luoxia, once knew the old man's father.
Cow clothes tears, snub smelling Chicken East Province, wind and dust have been alone and deeply worried. The sub-rules broke Nagato, and Haruhi was overwhelmed. Thousands of years, but the eyes are extremely sad, like a turn of Yu Chu. Koto Nippori. Think of wild grass and barren fields, and where today, do not wait for the Yongmen drum.
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and rhymes
The road is drunk, boundless, one statue to the other path. It is a place where people know the sea, and the ruler does not teach the canal left. Zun Yiyi, ask a bucket to eliminate the decay, a stone is still difficult to believe. Windy little etc. Remember that my friend is crazy, obedient to intention, and the middle road hates Qiangyong.
Plum blossom evening, has long been snow piled up sideburns, this flower is more than charming. The air is cold and lonely, and the sky is fixed at what time. Now is Jin. Look at the Qinnu Mountain, green hair hanging down to the top. A hundred years in a flash! Sigh high lying in the north window, idle over fifty, no answer in sight.
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Xin Midong and Zhongzhai Mei words
Remember the song head, Xin Nong Deca, Wu Wu can know who knows. Plum blossoms do not wait for the Lantern Festival, and the snow and moon shine alone. Sadness is not old, more old- and cold-faced smiling. The words are fixed. But ten years ago, Snuggle peach and plum, willing to be alone for Mei good.
The mountains are good, but a branch of spring is early, and there are infinite flowers and plants on the side of the road. Mi Jiarong is in the same place, and remembers Yongxin's petiteness. Next year, I aroused the warbler again, and I cried out to myself. Eastern Emperor Taihao. Not to mention the Qionghua, the fragrance is not half-hearted, and a smile makes people fall.
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Farewell rhymes with Sungo
Lazy can see, the world of hessan, the wind and flowers pass through the eyes like a legend. The moon and the moon flowed in the court last night, and the sky changed in the morning. Dust and stones are rotten, baht clothes are broken, and clothes are reduced who can complain. Qin died and was tired. But cut the candle in the west window, the autumn sound into the bamboo, the dots have been like a thunderbolt.
At that time, it was originally Siting Pei County, but it taught Mian Fern into a temple. Twilight eight arrays that were used, pay with the river flow stone turn. The former Chu debate, the present whistle, is the U-Wu people in front of the lamp to persuade. It's tough. Sighing that the king has returned, we are leaning over, and I have never seen anything.
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Spring Twilight
The misty sun, the village tobacco and liquor city, the independent teaching of Wang Xie so. The fisherman dreamed into the head of the river, and the silence was peaceful. The east wind rises, the east wind rises, and the peach trees are planted. Miles by the bridge. Even Lao Tzu loved it, and the day after the Ming Dynasty, he sprinkled spring tears.
Green over the rain, the mountains are washed away, and the twilight clouds can be relied upon. The sages were scattered, and there were a few light and thin ones. Talk about Er'er, ask the world, how to sniff the broken flower buds. Gold and bronze sword shoes. But when strangers meet, Mozi smiles and casts this for a few hours.
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Spring is sent at noon
It is not him, this year there are few sunny, and the begonias have also been empty. QingYi wants to dream with the flowers, not like butterflies lying deeply. Spring pities me, and I pity myself and pity Yi and don't see Nong Geng and He. There is nothing left to do. But sorrow is full of qingzhang, where the king returns, there are no tears and the king falls.
Spring to go also, still want to stay in the spring cocoa, ask the public to be drunk can be quite. There are a thousand words left in the love, and there are some big tricks to be written. Hugh Ana, Ana looks, desolate like Jiangnan. Old man. Ask the idle flowers under the fence, the residual red is there, allow me to be more hairpins.
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This year's begonias are half a month late, but the night is like snow, and those who have no drinking left are endowed with hatred
It is his family, lips and green sleeves, can Rong Qing have merit. Acacia can not reach the rouge well, only across the East Forest Smoke Willow. Spring went on again, and the night was long, and the east wind blew into the old flowers. No one held up the wine. But the shadow of the embankment, the figure of his red tears, drifted to the sleeve.
Most of the human affairs belong to the wives, and they are not satisfactory. Knocking on the door at midnight to peek at The Garden Lee, barefoot Tamagawa frightened away. Where? More scorching candles, after seeing people return. Hugh look back! Laughing at the old garden, nesting Shu Brocade, you can work together everywhere.
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The wine side left three songs in Xu Yun house in the same year
How do you know where he and the spring are, meet and drink. The teenager hated the end of the world, and the long knot of the West Lake smoke willow. Hugh looked back, but the drizzle broke the bridge and the haggard man returned. The east wind is old. Ask the former degree of peach blossom, Liu Lang can remember, the flower re-recognize Lang no?
Jun and live, grass to leave jun qi leek, the night before the time of the time. Deep cups want to sing together and slip, turn over the half sleeves of the wet spring shirt. Empty eyebrows wrinkled, looking at the white hair in front of the zun, it seems that everyone has. Pro divide handle. Sigh the paper, qing crazy Gu Qu, this will be a time again.
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Zheng Hesu and Yang Guan's intestines were broken, and Wu Ji bitterly persuaded people to drink. Middle-aged embrace haunting place, look at the accompanying smoke and willows. Willow shook her head and smiled and flew to the home mountain, which was already after being brewed. Leave the words old. Ask the children on the creek, quite have seen me, is there such a person?
When they met, they remembered the three leeks this evening, and Qingshan only greeted them. The east wind sent itself back to the sails, blowing red and staining the sleeves. Twilight cloud wrinkled, listening to Du Yu high, crying toward nothing. River flowers hang hands. Ren Chunse is back, Jiang Hua is better, and it is difficult for the teenager to be young again.
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Waiting to return, the home mountain has not been obtained, and the party is not as famous as wine. Dansha made a golden sentence leak, and it was difficult to send sideburns like willows. Try to scratch your head, remember the move to Zhunantang, it is three years later. Feelings are not old. Sighing less day is the same, the edge of the old, can give Lin No.
Plant orchids, win the green seeds of leeks, and wait for each other in the middle of the Yuanming Road. Why stay three or three paths, but also drag the sleeves of the shirt from the long. The green robe is wrinkled, and the bento is held as a golden marten, and the neighbor has it on credit. Children clap their hands! Laugh yesterday drunk as mud, promise to stop drinking, what to wake up again?
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Fu Yun Shu Lou
More than him, the East Wind Qiandu, still a bed as promised. Deep old whose house, sunset painting Liang Yan language. Half rain in the curtain, remember the lake and the sea, and forget the guests and hosts in their lives. Twilight. Look at the jagged city, the long sky is thick, and the sand birds come and go.
The country and mountains are good, and the white clouds fly immediately, and the Qin River is finally my soil. Climb to the proud West Mountain Wat, and the smoke tree is high in Du Yu. Jun and live, the situation of the double well spring gan, draw all over the tea can be boiled. Song remnants of gold wisps. Qia Huanghe flew in, yueming three lanes, still Yue Yang Lu.
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Keep the age
It is doubtful of him, the spring comes and goes, it is suspicious of others to go. Ancient and modern shou years are speechless, and long is the mood of wine. Hated places, I have seen and everyone has seen the honeysuckle tree. The galaxy has not yet dawned. Listen to the pilgrimage to The Street of the Horse Cage, the Fire City Cluster Battle, and the Imperial Pen has been inscribed.
Human affairs, empty memories of the old peach runes, three Mao bells since the twilight. Yancheng was forbidden at night like a ghost, and dared to shout at the tomb. Winter winter drums, but the sound of the painting horns is disabled, and it is already a newcomer. Hugh before the degree! Sigh fifty plus three, the Ming Dynasty received, idly watching the five stars gathered.
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and the Dragon Boat Festival
Wake up and wake up, walk on the banks of the song, and be able to endure this for the rest of the ages. Summoning the soul through the sea maple forest, the soul is nowhere to be found. Twilight and twilight, but still, forbidden street people quiet winter winter drum. Paint the ship sinking rain. Listening to the fishing song, the rise and fall are far away, and the swallowing cannot be sentenced.
Jun and live, can sing I better than Ru, leisurely drumming away. Cangzhou gathered Fang into Ai and called Zhang San Li Wu. Qiang is self-suffering, more idle, and the Jade Hall is more than a little. No one said anything to themselves. Put the painting fan luan edge, xiangluo snow bottom, inscription noon.
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Gift to a friend
After thinking of young an and Liaodong returning, he was ashamed of his young dragon head. Chang'an City is lying on the edge, but it is fast to go. Empty sleeves, drunk ink dripping, like heavenly fragrance. Fame meets. The word "six" is high, and the word "King" is great, but see the day of the day.
In human affairs, suffering is like becoming a Dan without waiting, and the words of Divine Clear Moss are like skeletons. After hearing the song in sixties next year, I remember that I was drunk or not. Er clapped his hands and smiled immediately At once Ge Jiang, also writer Shan You. Annoy Yi Qishou. More and more time, do not drink more than me, a total of three sniffs.
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Water East Peach Blossom Under Endowment
Why bother, as sunny as that day, gladly cross the river. Xuan Du even looked at the flowers and was ashamed of himself. Where to hate, humanity is, the mountain falls first. Dongfeng Qi language. But for now, to find the beard, this soil is also my garden.
The seamount stone, the lord of the Hibiscus City, bounced over the flying seed into soil. It is a time to make a cyclamen apricot, who with a thousand trees. Twenty-five years of twilight, the road flowers as before. Life suffers! Only summon the peach, invade to this point, the world is not allowed.
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Drunk and jun, singing and laughing, I don't know what the tune of the day. Gu Shan Meixia groaned coldly, saying that su xiao even then. The vicissitudes, Nai this island, tired is actually whose watch. Return to the White Bird. Look at the four holy incense, Zhumen Golden List, transformed into Zhu Feiyao.
The old dream kingfisher is also long, and the block is rolled and the jiaojiao is crepe. Acacia one night in front of the window white, who knows the aftermath of the faint. Disabled years, listening to the corners, sad and frost dawn. The aftersound is ethereal. Sigh fifty years, I add eight or nine, and the king is separated by a few branches.
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Xin Wei was fifty years old
It is Jefi and my year, more foolish and more regretful today and yesterday. Crazy Yin has been neglecting wine in recent days, turning like Akiyama thin. Unconscious, gong son protégé, former ascended weakly. Feelings are evil and evil. Sighing relatives and friends in middle age, unable to part, the situation has been lost for a long time.
Elixirs, there are points of immortality is difficult to learn, life talks about rejuvenation. A hundred years and a half dreams with the flowing water, half in the south branch and north calyx. The concubines are thin, but lonely at dusk, when listening to the corners of the city tower. There is nothing to worry about! And before taking the drunken dignity, the Ming Dynasty asked Hugh, yesterday has forgotten.
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Shouwang Castle Mountain
To Zun Qian, the hairpin flower rides bamboo, and the old Hu can dance. The spring breeze swept away, and only Kaoru whispered to himself. At noon, look at the ten thousand households, bee spleen curtain double breast. Spoiled girl, learn the pipa in the middle of nowhere, faintly at once, always the Lord's favor.
Ling Yan is like a statue, leaning on the wind and jade tree in the air, and ascending Shen is as promised. Liu Lang is used to being a Yaochi guest, and he is drunk three times. Count the flowers, remember three degrees three thousand, and the knots are red and rainy. Every year 55. The quasi-quasi-order court, the plutonium offering wine, and the double tiger embellished with the yuan.
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Lee Fu Yin Mei Ren
To be borrowed, a few have been retained, to the sky to complain about the old. To this day, my father and elderly still hate it, and I still say that General Lee is good. The East Gate Grass, which has long been absent, the East Wind obscures Chang'an Road. The remnants are like hammers. May the golden seal return, hongdu open the house, and set the time for the restoration to arrive.
Qiu Jiang Heron, especially remembering the year of the sloppy fall, Cangzhou has no restoration. Toward the famine and tears of the barren field rain, wash the memory nest bees defeated sweep. Tianneng report, look at the phoenix candle pavilion, Yushu wide people hug. Wind and frost good protection. But whenever the station sends books, there is no book to send, and it is necessary to say that it is early.
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Send the five peaks to Jiujiang
What the world says. Like holding up a saddle, looking back and smiling, and stating. Hand barrier dust yellow flower road, thousands of miles of dragon sand like snow. Wearing a torn hat and Xiao Xiao's remaining hair. Walk through the deceased Chai Sangli, stroke the long pine, the old fall of the mountain moon. Talk about dancing together, fate Xiang Ser.
Spring Breeze Five Old Years Farewell. Seeing the king and the gods, it is still late. The sleeve is carried by a jade dragon, and the eyes are full of golden bones. Inexhaustible, the ancients were obsessed. I was drunk and watched me every day, listening to the autumn wind, blowing the iron between the eaves. A long roar rose and the two mountains split.
Unforgettable
Lantern rain
Horns move coldly. Look at the light market in the rain, the snow is small. Planet Ming plays horses, and the song pipe is miscellaneous. Mud has no knees, dance stops waist, flame wax is at wind. More pitiful, red peach sills, green and dark poplar bridge.
At that time, the happy things were in the dynasty. Zeng Jin'an called a prostitute, and Jinya Zangjiao. Fragrant spring bucket wine, sitting on the moon night to blow the whistle. Now old, tired of singing, suspected of killing Du Jiaqiao. Three cups, a sentence in the furnace, and a spring supper.
Big pickles
Cold spring
Ren Zou window is deep, heavy curtain is closed, and Spring Cold knows that there is someone. Perennial laughing flower letter, asking east style, is it petite or jealous. Ice willow into whiskers, blowing peaches want to cut, know more begonias can not be denied. Xiang will return to Yan, look at the incense mud and half snow, and want to return the mistake. Low back to the herbs, faint cold food, Zhu Men sealed.
Juvenile habitual brigade. The mountains are broken, and the trees call boats to cross. I am secretly thinking, the sound of chickens falling on the moon, the plum shadow is lonely, more dreamy, a thousand weights like fog. It's like getting tired of swimming away. Cover the four walls and mourn the spring twilight. Hugh looked back, Dumen Road. After a few lines of knowing, each one of them is deeply stored. And now there is no smoke and drizzle.
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Spring
The wind and rain, the spring is not much. Wanting to wait for the willow blossoms to be made, the willow flowers did not vomit.
Cui Sleeve couldn't help but make a spring mistake, but Shen was green smoke and red mist. Keep the flowers cold, a sunny spring and twilight.
Linjiangxian
Passing eyes have gathered, coming and going. Kusama shutting between hakama. It is not a promotion, and it seems that when it is not born.
Hu Fu in the city complained to himself, and the building drew corners to blow. Who does not move the hometown thinking. Jiangnan autumn is still acceptable, and the grass outside the plug is first decayed.
Water tune song head
Tour cave rock, night wind and rain, Peng Ming uncle Suofu, drunken ink upside down.
Sitting for a long time, the sound of the spring suddenly turned into the air. Those who do not know the dragon are rain, and those who rain are Jackie Chan. Look at the exchange of thousands of valleys, do not count the number of flying thousands of feet, high houses are always weeping. It is a matter of such a vicious drama, and the cracked stone dares to compete for the male.
Knock on the cheeks, slip on the lips, and be blinded. The waves have always been half-hidden, and they are generous enough to restore whoever they want. If you want to talk about the old things, you may not have a thousand trees in Xuandu, but you must be like the red in the cave. The eaves are also upside down, and the wash is not flat.
QiLiao complained
Aoyama and Qianyun reminisce about the old school hall, and they are endowed with the same feelings
Ten years ago, it was sullen and cloudy. Why hate and pawn the West Lake, laugh even more, and feast on Qionglin. Idle hours, a few chirping birds, poignant, Shangyang palace women's hearts. Remember the broken bridge, the urgent pipe is dangerous, the song is far away, and the jade tree is golden.
Look at the birds on the branches of the 10,000 years. Wandering the moon, breaking the intestines and cutting off the strings. Soul dreams are pursued, and tears are given to white heads. At that time, there was no unknown music, no day and night, looking at the hometown. What is the period to date? The green poplar outside, the grass courtyard is deep.
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