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What poems contain millet in ancient poetry?

Yun Daihui painted Wang Mian.

I was born a fan of mountains and rivers, and the mountains I see are as sweet as honey. The ancient trees were blackened by smoke, and the distant mountains were harsh in the setting sun.

Danger is not only a wanderer's concern, but also a quiet enough to comfort the elderly. Look at the clouds on the road, they are more cut, not added because of millet.

Ke si Wang Mian

Rags hang soft hair, and short hair is autumn wind. Wenshui long fish white, Tengzhou millet red.

Human feelings are different today, and so was Hakka last year. Outside the Guanshan Mountain in Wan Li, it is lonely and magnificent.

Jizhou road middle section Wang noodles

I went to Jizhou Road and meditated in the ancient imperial city. In the past, the soil and water were still bandits, and Yu Gong's books were different.

The villages and docks in the battlements were covered with rain and snow. A bunch of thin frozen birds, foxes whistling, dying plants.

Cold clouds covered my towel and the cold wind split me. When you exhale, you will be covered with a moustache.

Watching fireworks during the trip, there are few people living on the roadside. Millet can't be bought, nor can mud mash be bought.

Mulberry roots in earthen houses are like wine. Wandering around, asking the old man, can you borrow my kitchen?

The wild old man greeted me with a smile and hugged me. Hot water warms hands and kang warms the body.

Ding Ning, don't wash your face, it will break your skin. I know what old means. Drive away the servants slowly.

Secretly ask CSI? Yun is a Confucian scholar. Since the Great Dynasty, I have learned a lot about bandits.

The people are registered as defenders, and they are called archers. Good children and grandchildren are no different from dogs and pigs.

I am old now and don't know a word. There is no test of allusions. What is propriety?

Speaking of my grandfather, it hurts more than my bone marrow. As soon as I heard this, I shook hands for nothing.

When is it possible to go to heaven? I can't bear to cry, I'm in the southwest corner.