"Like a Dream, Autumn Rain Passes Over the Countryside"
Text/Spring and Autumn
A pro-river is warm and cold, and the two sides smell each other's chickens and dogs.
The autumn rain moistens the countryside, and the clouds and mist float around.
依恋，依恋，萦梦童时烟远。
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Text/Beiyang
Dandong's friends came last night and opened the moon with a golden bottle in his arms.
After getting drunk, the road knows the distance and sleepwalks to Penglai.
"Ginshu"
Text/Dongcheng
The geese are singing in the autumn and the white clouds are long, and the maple on the ridge is extremely red.
A small courtyard with a clear tea fragrance, and the three more bright moon full west building.
The bamboo branches skillfully make oblique shadows, and the chrysanthemum adds a touch of sorrow.
Who borrowed the Dongpo clever pen? The inscription is given to the ancient and modern.
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Text/Chen Zhengliang
澹泊情怀自在心，红尘紫陌不沾襟。
Life but have a clear joy, a book of poetry to the birds.
Autumn Appreciation
Text/Li Yinbing
The mountains are fresh and step on the willow embankment, and the golden wind sends cool chrysanthemum to the river.
The boundless sea of rice is surging, and the autumn light of the four fields is fascinating.
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Text/Li Yinbing
The festival to the clear autumn Mo Ye Chi, osmanthus swaying chrysanthemum colorful.
The heart of the poem gradually rhymes frequently, and a song sings softly on the moon.
Bonsai
Text/Zhang Jianping
The potted plants are endless, and the branches are leaping to welcome the long wind.
The original heart is tossing and turning, and the spirit of plants and trees is refined.
Papaya
Text/Zhang Jianping
The spring breeze peach and plum gather at the same door, and throw Mu Qiongyao for a hundred years.
The green vine of Buddha's hand is old in autumn, and the sunset is shining.
"Chuseok"
Text/Li Jiarong
The sycamore leaves are not sluggish, but the wind is affectionate.
Why is it difficult to travel, homesickness suddenly arises.
Listen carefully to the sound of scissors in the autumn frost.
"Quasi-Ancient Autumn Boudoirs"
Text/Li Jiarong
Half a round of autumn night moon, a window of osmanthus shadow.
The sound of pounding clothes at night, the sycamore leaves fall into the golden well.
Knowing thousands of miles from afar, it is easy to feel that the west wind is cold.
"Lips and Scenes"
Text/Li Jiarong
The scenery is scarce, and the door is closed at sunset.
The guest is sad, and who can read the past.
Listen to the sound of autumn and fill in "Desolate Criminal".
The sense of life, a gloom, looking back on the light.
"Desolate Criminals: Lonely Travel"
Text/Li Jiarong
Travel is lonely. Looking at the railing, the country is scarce.
断鸿怨切，西风惨淡，晚烟萧索。
Weeping Yang Alley. There are a few, dumb twilight finches.
Thinking about the past, the old relics, most of them have not been happy.
The end of the world is down, the guest dream is desolate, and the old tour is so good.
The years have passed, and now they have forgotten.
Write about lovesickness, afraid to write, twilight Old Testament.
It's even more Nakan and Baqiao's heart, just like yesterday.
"The West Wind Cools the Night"
Text/Li Jiarong
The west wind is cool at night, and the bright moon floats in the sky.
Drunk asked the people in the moon, how misty the river is.
Don't cherish your youth, don't be old with streamers.
As a guest, it is better to return to the hometown.
"Seven Uniques: Yanjiang City"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Ye Dye Xiayun shows the old city, and the river is fertile to broadcast joy.
The wind suddenly saw the flowers blooming, and the birds were full of sound for ten miles.
《七绝•画鹢》
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Painting the crane is like water, flying to Pukou to step on the incense dust.
骄盈道骨千花续，气势江南廿四春。
"Seven Uniques: Hydrangeas"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
才名骏骨慕芳尘，宝髻临风妒翠颦。
The sideburns are frequently floating, and the season of the family seems to be an idiot.
"Seven Uniques: Flowing Water"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
The daughter is scattered and proud, and the wine is wet and Lanzhou listens to the sound of crying.
Asking from afar is clear and sad, and the blue sea is my heart.
"Seven Absolute Questions: Classmates' Villa"
Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)
Recalling the past, he thought deeply about the university, and Dan was tired of being an official.
Although the flowers outside the pavilion at dusk fall, the wild goose does not need to saddle when it comes.
"Breaking the South Country, Lonely Goose"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
Wandering to the end of the world, who knows you, drinking frost at night.
Yutian is only reading it, lovesickness is sick, and the best period is even more wrong, and I am afraid of returning home.
The old wings fall on the flat sand, and Hugh sings that, white dew.
The lake is incomprehensible and thin, the withered vines and willows, the slanting wind and shallow water, and only the reed flowers.
"Breaking Nanxiangzi • Answering Friends Again"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
I am crazy, nowhere to go, and I heal alone.
A pot of turbid wine Tianya Festival, youthful, lovesick and old, there is a lot of discussion.
Life is like a girl, it is inevitable to dress up and make up.
How much wind and rain is in the red dust, the sorrow is easy to accumulate, and the hardships are difficult to complain, which should be considered ordinary.
"Breaking the South Township, Re-crossing the Wujiang River"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
Looking at Jiangdong with drunken eyes, Hugh asked who was the hero.
The souls of the eight thousand children are still there, the waves are splashing, the blood is blooming, and they do not cross the black tent.
A sigh of ancient and modern same, the temples are full of the west wind.
Tenderness mistakes pride, swallows on the floor, big in the city, different minds.
"Breaking the South Country, in the Rain"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
Tears whistling the west wind, will long hair, simply fluffy.
Let it be washed by the torrential rain, full of anger and depression, and thrown into the sky.
The wild temple rings the morning bell, and the smoke and mist are calm.
Huti King Xie Wuyi Lane, the newcomer is old, the old nest is settled, and the flowing water is in a hurry.
"Breaking the South Country, Dreaming of the South Heavenly Gate"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
Break through the gate of heaven in your dreams, use songs, and control the gods.
A long howl startled the stars and moon, the jade river rolled up, the wind and clouds gathered, and the immortal roots were replanted.
Awaken and laugh innocently, hum a few words, itchy words.
鸡鸣一阵时光老，花儿要谢，日头还涨，演绎红尘。
"Breaking the South Township, Appreciating the Plum Blossoms"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
The guest is looking for the soul of spring, and there is no one in the idle pavilion and the level.
Half-squinting sleepy eyes rose slightly, as if she was smiling again, wanting to put on makeup, and dusting off the dew.
Things and I are both true, don't look at that, run the horses.
The fame is a piece of paper, the book is wasted, the sea is clarified, and the ethereal robe sleeves are accompanied by the god of flowers.
"Breaking the South Township, Sending the Sky Dive"
Text/The end of the world is a tired guest
Under the lamp, reminiscing about this life, comic wins, poetry and wine fame.
Some bloody crazy things, unless they are in a dream, are all written, how can they be groundless.
Unforgettable brotherhood, hardships, give me a long tassel.
The end of the world is spurred by the horse, the wine is placed in the idle pavilion, the Range Rover in the word garden, and the heroes are on the seat.
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