Tibetan poetry on the tenth anniversary of the founding of the school

There seems to be nothing outside.

Although Hyun-ho died of an elf,

Daisy began to know.

15000 Gu Xuan wine,

Thirty-six holes flow around.

Abandoning my concubine Wei Qiaoxi every year,

Qingyun shows that Rui is tomorrow.

Shangyuan feather guest brings peaches,

Outsiders want to suppress immortality

Hou Xian Lee was calm,

Talent leads to the source without trace.

Twelve golden women are alone,

Zhou Xuan looked up to my emperor.

Flowers are similar year after year,

Qingyun shows that Rui is tomorrow.

Go upstairs to celebrate the Spring Festival,

Waiweng is seventy years old in Sun San.

It's hard to be a saint,

Talent leads to the source without trace.

15000 Gu Xuan wine,

Zhou Xuan looked up to my emperor.

Flowers are similar year after year,

Qingyun shows that Rui is tomorrow.

Go to yumingtai tourism court.

Outsiders want to suppress immortality

Hou Xian Lee was calm,

Great, great, Bai Letian.

Twelve jade buildings were nailed for no reason,

Travel in the spiritual field to relax.

Every year, the county sends people,

Qingshan dirty stone urn was destroyed.

God chose it as the home of fairy tales,

Leisure center is bitter.

Hou Xian Lee was calm,

Dari wrote colorful poems to express his feelings.

I haven't seen a madman in ten years,

Zhou has a legacy.

One book a year,

The clouds cleared and the scenery was clear.

There is no father, no husband,

Leisure center is bitter.

The saint stayed away for a while,

Daisy began to know.

Ten years after Liaoyang expedition,

Periventricular decline is not * * *.

Every year, the county sends people,

Qingyun originated from the times.