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The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Ming Dynasty: Tang Yin

Born in the Yang Realm, there is a scattering field, and it is not bad to die and return to the earthly house.

The Yang Dynasty is similar, only when drifting in a foreign land.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Qing Dynasty: Li Hongzhang

The laborer's carriage and horse did not leave the saddle, and the oncoming party knew that he was dead.

For three hundred years, he has injured the national pace and hanged the people eight thousand miles away.

Autumn Wind Sword Lonely Lord's Tears, Sunset Banner Grand Admiral Altar.

The overseas dust atmosphere is still not ending, and the kings are waiting to watch.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Song Dynasty: Interpretation has rules

Reading has felt the eyebrows are heavy, on the pillow Fang Xin bone joints and.

I don't know how to sleep in the morning and evening, and there are not many days left in the west window.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Song Dynasty: Land Travel

The dead Yuan knows that everything is empty, but the sorrow does not see Kyushu Tong.

Wang ShiBei fixed zhongyuan day, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiwong.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Song Dynasty: Zheng Xia

It seems that this life is only through the sky, and it is like a bird by the clouds.

Now that there is nothing around him, he has won a pillow in the empty hall.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Dapeng Fei Zhen Eight Races, Zhongtian Destroyer is not good.

The rest of the wind stirred up the world, and You Fusang hung on the left side.

Later generations got this, and Jonny died who was out of the nose.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Wei Jin: Kong Rong

Too many words make things fail, and the leaks are not secret.

The river collapses at the end of the ant hole, and the mountain is damaged by the ape den.

Trickle down the River, the skylight leads to the chamber.

Slander harms justice, and the clouds are in the daylight.

There is no loyalty in words, and Hua Fan is untrue.

Man has two or three hearts, and peace can be one.

The three became city tigers and impregnated the glue-breaking paint.

Survival is a lot of worry, and everything is done for a long time.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Southern and Northern Dynasties: Yuan Ziyou

The right to go to life is urgent, and the road to death is long.

Going abroad with hatred and sorrow into the ghost country.

The tunnel door is closed for a while, and the dark court is full of light.

The birds groaned and the wind blew the poplars.

In the past, I smelled the pain of death, and I was ashamed of myself.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Tang Dynasty: Cui Xuanliang

Temporary glory temporary stone knocking fire, that is, empty is color eyes and flowers.

Xu Shi is a guest and returns today, and the first year of the Great Calendar is my home.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

Song Dynasty: Fu Deyi

Pingsheng is bold and high, and he holds the road for a long time.

The yin and yang of heaven and earth are repeated, and the clouds and fog are rolled up in Danxiao.

The dying poems of the ten poets, looking back on their lives, there are sighs, there are free, there are regretful dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems, dying poems

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