Author: Su Jun
Recited by Harumi Satsuki (Tokyo, Japan)
Heavy to the deep iron man hole
Zeng Jo Song Qiao crossed the deer tour. I am afraid that the second coming is Han Shiqiu.
Jingshan Jiubei is still indigo eyes, and the white water looks at each other with white heads.
Avoiding the world is also avoiding the epidemic, and escaping from the world is even more difficult to escape.
Shi Muyun's pillow was still there, and Wang Sun refused to do so.
The cave was raining
The gods were not idle. Clouds and winds come and go.
Tiangong but the poet's eyes were thick, and he had seen the sunny and rainy mountains.
Su Jun, Shi Zhai Lord, Cantonese, member of the poetry platform review committee of "Little Building Listening to the Rain". Young days from Hu Xiang Zhou Mr. Yu Feng to learn poetry. After 2006, Mr. Baijinmen Wang became a teacher and learned to rely on the voice. There are many books.
【Stone Zaishin Ugly Summer Grass】
Yong Huai
There is nothing difficult in the world, and it is difficult to be a man.
He suffered a thousand kinds of sufferings, and did his best for a hundred years.
The mother and the child are young, and Shi Kang and I are poor.
The branches and flowers are falling again, waiting for the coming spring.
Smell the cicadas
Evening cool wood at first glance. The gown is the mountain and river hanging sunset.
But to have this life groan until death, there is no need to pity me but to pity the king.
Alcohol ringing is made on the 16th day of may in the Gregorian calendar
He was revived from drunkenness, and when he woke up, he died.
When the red sword disappears, the cup is firmly sworn.
Spoke Yuan Gong
Gong Yi is an academician. The public is not a national soldier.
The living die. Mourn the Corporal.
Lingdong Brother Yuexi sent Wu Song Shan Cong as a reward
Jia Ming came to Wu Song, fried mountains and rivers.
It is preferable to write poetry and accept the fall of the sleeping demon.
Smoke floats on the Zen bed, and the fragrance is thick and covered with water.
Swallowing him half a lump of moon, he has felt pang pang in his belly.
Close to the ground
The southern epidemic is back. Folk drama is sad.
The seedlings of the sole worries have not been planted, and they have forgotten who planted them.
The ant team squeezed He Yi, and the colt light did not redeem.
Death and life are whispering, and dust such as wanqi is called.
Two songs of the Ugly Sacrifice
I cao sheng bandit life, waiting for death is not death.
Immortality and non-birth, sacrifice to others and sacrifice themselves.
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Shocked thirty-two. I am fourteen years old.
The underground is still red, and the human head is white.
Donate the mountain
Boring mountain a few. Come and sit on your shoulders.
The mountain looks at me as a mountain, and I see that the mountain is me.
Duanyang two songs
Heaven and earth are not dead Qin. How can you love oneself.
Drama pity still endures death, shame is a poet.
Once dead for thousands of years, the soul has not yet been killed.
Yonggan fell into the water and refused to stain Qin Ai.
Providence is difficult to ask, and the king's heart is secret.
The covetous crocodile comes out, as if it were waiting for others.
Read the Dragon Boat Festival
Fountain of Tears and Ink Writing Spirit Seedlings. Landless and lawless I Cao.
In an example, the south wind is in tune, and the flower words and leaves are all out of the way.
Xie Que Ling Jun's daughter Shi Fei Jing porcelain food utensils
Scoop ou jiang bi, cook the ridge sea clouds.
Hundred years of tribulation, how many days unsatisfy you are.
Title Father's Day
There are stick marks on the strands. As a child, he was a jerk.
How the taste of the world is troubled, today is not the only way to know.
Water tune song head Mengden Grand View Building
Xin Ugly Xia Suddenly Dreaming of Qiong Lou, the wind whistled, quite open-minded. After awakening, only remember the six words of "The Past Smell of the United World", then know that the Great View Building of the Will Dian will be reached. It is enough to make this tone
A round of moon in the sleeve, flying up to the Grand View Building. The past has heard the world, and the two lines of the ages have been collected. If you want to summon the beard to wash, try to scoop the Dianchi Lake to drink, drunk and support the head. Recruit a few idlers to be waterside gulls.
Laugh at pingsheng, qi wu me, Ren Shenfu. Eyes poor, rise and fall to go slowly. Overheard the boiling of the ibis, but the dragon returned to the car, who continued the old Zhuang tour. Sitting up in the human world, the lights and shadows are magical.
Chun Ping Le abstained from alcohol for two months
The sky is drunk. That tube is drunk. Eternity is drunk. Mr. Unbelievable is not drunk.
Liu Ling was dying and could not wake up. Yuanming deliberately escaped and woke up. Ren is the strength of Lingjun, and He Qi can wake up.
Partridge day
The yellow calendar doubled down. Sorrow digs up the groundless and the lawless. The drama pities Li Shukong for a thousand years, worse than Hong Yang for a hundred years.
Acacia shadow, the sun is biased. There are good mountains and rivers in the eyes. Arrange the feast early and sit on the golden tablet to listen to the pipe.
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It is not just that creation is selfless. A hundred years of flowers are empty. The heart stele was dripping blood at that time, and Yumezuka was buried in the last red.
Qin Juhu, Han Zhenglong. The river drained the poor worms. Who fell and knocked on the remnants, and the game was cold and dry.
Quit bait two months book this
Not to be drunk is to be drunk, and to look at the void is not empty.
The beard is combed white, and the face is borrowed to be red.
In the confusion of the sun and the moon, the country and mountains are confused.
The cup also smacked itself, ashamed of Qu Yuantong.
This summer's bitter heat is different from the time of day
Kyushu put in a cage of steaming. The earth gasped and groaned.
More Mo Yangchen said that in the East Sea, Magu's thin bones are afraid that it will be difficult to win.
a sense of writing
How super Tang Mai Song was. A million ichthyosaurs.
Listening to Yu Hong's chant into history, there are not many Flowers.
Occasionally
A few wanderings by the lake. The cicada did not sound the bird and urged.
The banyan was suddenly as thoughtful as a poem, and nodded her head impartially.
Send Su Yiyi to Nanjing
One
Smelling the river, the haze is closing.
Pity Er is thousands of miles away, asking Ru when to return.
How much do you know about rice, dress and test your fat.
As autumn approaches, the ducks should fly south one by one.
Second
Cruel and sad, shocked for another year.
But in the middle of the summer, the heavens of the Great Luo.
The white head sat dimly, and the birthday was fried.
Do not suspect that the calculation is slow, and the court and the moon are round.
Mr. Yu Yingshi
Silverfish 眞眞 lucky to get rid of Qin Burn. Jade thought of Qiongsi.
If the soul is in the border country, why should the crane return to the Central Plains.
Editor/Zhang Xuefang Review/Xiaolou Listening to the Rain Proofreader/Feng Xiao