Elegant poem

poetry

the Tang Dynasty

Listen to Zhang's daughter singing anonymous.

Chu Palace's dangerous crown and wide sleeve makeup make you cool at night.

Ever since I knocked the Hosta on the bamboo, I have sung a song "Song Like Frost".

Bo Qinhuai Du Mu

Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant.

Businesswomen don't know how to hate their country, especially singing backyard flowers across the river.

A letter from Du Mu, Yangzhou magistrate, to Han Chuo.

Castle peak is vaguely green water thousands of miles away, and the vegetation in the south of the Yangtze River has not withered in autumn.

Where does the Jade Man teach oral sex at Bridge 24 on a moonlit night?

Wu, Taoist giver.

Hemp clothes are like plum blossoms in the snow, smiling and falling asleep.

If you meet Yue Nv in Yuexi, red lotus pond opens white lotus.

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the Tang Dynasty

Sidi Township Spring Tour Weizhuang

In spring, apricot blossoms blow all over the head. Who is younger among strangers? Full of love.

I'm going to marry my body and rest for life. Don't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned!

Yulouchun Ouyang Xiu

I'm going to talk about the date of return before I respect you. I want to talk about spring first. Ah, there is love in life, and love is in the depths of madness. This is not irrelevant to hate-the wind overhead, the moon in the sky.

Before the farewell party, Mo sang a new tie. This song has a sad feeling. It's easy to say goodbye to Chunfeng before you see all the flowers in Luoyang.

Langtaosha Ouyang Xiu

Drink the east wind, and * * * calmly, hang Luocheng East. At that time, I always held hands and traveled all over the Champs.

It is endless hate to gather and disperse in a hurry. The flowers this year are better than those last year. It's a pity that the flowers will be better next year. Who do you know?

Sauvignon Blanc Yan Dao Ji

Sauvignon Blanc. If you ask acacia, unless you meet each other.

Sauvignon Blanc. I don't know who to talk to about acacia.

Meng Jiangnan Wen Tingjun

Never hate, hate to the ends of the earth. I don't know what I'm thinking. Water and wind are empty. Yun Lan swaying oblique.