Shixiang Nayong | mourn mr. Luo Junrongfei, a poet friend of the senior scholar

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Mourning Mr. Luo JunRongfei, a poet friend of the senior scholar

I. Seven Laws and Four Songs

Dai is pale and cold in June, and tears in the literary world are splashed on the sea and clouds.

There are poems that want to stop the clouds, and the words are silent to urge the moon to see.

The sickbed did not come to mourn, and the spiritual hall came to mourn the footsteps.

Xinxin Peach Li Si ChunYu, smiling and handsome on the wall.

Fenghua was full of excitement, and he remembered the first acquaintance with Han.

When the wonderful sentences are shocked, the poems are healthy, and the water and clouds are wide.

The years are as bitter as ever, and the brilliant life is a dan.

Provincial awareness of the spring wind bluestone broken, Zhiyin want to find the moonlight residue.

The wind blows white waves around the empty forest, and the dream is found in the fun cup.

Wenyuan poetry is more harmonious singing, and the mountain flowing water is less known.

He had studied classical philosophical verses, and was afraid to read the last chapters of his old friends.

There are sons who are cautious and complete the great filial piety, and there is no medical illness that hurts people's hearts.

Spring return people go to the green moss invasion, bright festivals exceed the standard resentment deep.

The five buckets turned into talents, and the nine originals were far from painful.

The roots beckoned the fallen leaves to love Mino, and the matter was easy to be sad and the wind was full of tears.

Allow the daimyo to stay in Zi Li, peach forest to transform the rain qi Xiao Sen.

Second, four words

Scarlett (1)

Bad news came and couldn't bear to hear, how could the heavens bear to kill Wen Xing?

The heart poem gushes out of the wind and thunder, and the rafters spread out the landscape and the blue water.

The song is prosperous, the music is composed, and the charm of the song is far from sweet.

Floating clouds daytime immortal rocks, leftover dream rivers flowing in the mansion.

Scarlett (2)

Re-read the last passage for a long time, and recognize the side of the river after the jingjing disaster.

The poetry circle sings the family mountain fun, and pushes the heart into the feather.

Jia Rui saw, Qingyun Xiang, and the spring moon was crazy.

The celebrity Han Mo drifted away, and the letter had Hua Zhang's hometown.

Partridge day

A piece of Dan heart chi yu empty, who in the literary world does not look up to the benevolent wind?

Word of mouth is harder than the monument, Zili Qinghui De Mo poor.

Teach the child, remember the teacher, and the civilized virtue of the village style.

Jiashan Duyu wept year after year, and his entrepreneurial curiosity has always been there.

A cut of plum

Faint smoke and haze locked the peaks, rain chaotic sky, tears soaked in the heart. Qingxiao Ancient Moon wept sad wind, Yito poem, people go to the cup empty.

Even if the pen is dripping, the mourners are in a hurry, and the behavior is very worried. The spirits reminisced about each other's heartfelt words, the white sideburns mourned the same, and the words were red.

3. Joint Thirteen Pairs

Watch the Peng Exhibition during the tight period;

Silk long-cherished wish to leave ink incense.

Zhuo Jiguan Qunshu, from young and strong, to ancient rarity, self-reliance and self-improvement, career articles are immortal;

Pingsheng huai straight road, climb the altar, amusement garden, for the teacher for friends, the wind standard is always very.

Dan Heart See Gardener Love;

Jian Pen sharply increases the light of Zi Lu.

Lack of hatred, the existent sighs emptyly;

Since then, they have been separated, and everyone has called together.

Li De Li Yan, two generations of yun window with the same tooth record;

Cheng'en Chengzhi, a day of bitter rain is more than favorite.

Shochiku cliff condensation;

The mountain stream cries with the moon and the breeze.

Soul with birds out of the sills;

Meaning to stay in the spring color in the human world.

Poetry Book Lile, Cai Qin Inner Light Sage;

Moral article, full of praise for the township Sang Li Hou xian.

Tears and rain urge sorrow, watch the secluded Cangshan mountains subtract color;

Jinghata hated, looking up at the heavens and the ancient moon with sorrow.

The art garden is scattered with the tour, when will it be re-endowed with "Qing Ping Le"?

The poetry has come true, and no one has co-voted "Drunken Flower Yin".

Allow me to be a tourist, how can the beautiful landscape in the world be enough?

Can't you sing with Junji poetry?

Moral righteousness and admiration, every sigh of the rare age of the lost friends;

Literary talent is slim, and recently there is no one in rhyme!

Two generations of friendship, often remember meeting and enjoying each other, after which Yan Yan is difficult to look up to;

Once the trick is said, every dream is not fulfilled, and it cannot be heard from the teachings!

HanLiu resident Li Li

Gyokus midsummer