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The curved hook moon hangs on the sparse buttonwood; In the dead of night, the water from the water clock has been dripping. Who saw the solo dance, like a wild goose in the sky.

At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.

Huanxisha

Clothes towel falling jujube flowers, cars ringing in the south of the village. Cow clothes and ancient willows sell cucumbers.

The sun is shining, but he is too thirsty. He wants to find some water to drink. Then knock on a villager's door and ask, can I have a bowl of tea?

Zhao junfen

Who made three moves in huanyi and broke the dream of green window? The crescent moon and the sad smoke filled the river.

Whether you want to go or not, tomorrow will be the end of the flower. Flocculant is delivered to the ship, and water flows eastward.

Minus word magnolia spring moon

In the spring afternoon, the fragrant mash danced. Nine winding corridors, dancing steps, trees among trees, half withered, and the wine is fragrant to plum.

Light clouds, thin fog and moonlight on such a spring night are the time for young people to enjoy happiness. Unlike the autumn moon, people who cling to leave are injured twice.

Huanxisha

Play Qingquan Temple in Qishui, next to the temple is Lanxi, and the stream flows west. Under the mountain, the blue buds are short immersed in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free.

At dusk, the rain is whispering. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? The water in front of the door can also flow west! Don't bemoan the passage of old age!

Huanxisha

Fish are seen in the dark red warm sun, even the streams are green and black, and birds are hidden in the dusk. Huang Tong and Bai Lao are together.

Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't have to bark when they smell drums. The theory of returning home and picking mulberry grains.

Huanxisha

Open the red makeup to see the princess, the barbed fence door in 3355. Touch each other and tear her skirt.

Young and old help wheat harvest society, Wu Yuxiang Dance God Village. When you are drunk, you lie in the dusk.

Huanxisha

Hemp leaves are bright, and whoever cooks cocoons in a village is fragrant. The fence is charming and the words are distorted.

Chenopodium is drunk, soft and hungry. Ask when the bean leaves are yellow.

Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

In the past, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time. Feather fan nylon scarf, laughing and laughing, strong ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. The world is like a dream, a statue is still on the moon.

Huanxisha

After the rain, the grass is tender and fresh, and the sand is light and clean. When to clean the coupling.

Mulberries are splashed in the warm day, and the wind is like wormwood. Stone is the middleman.

Huanxisha

The mountains are immersed in the faint glow, and the wind in Xiangchuan spits cold flowers. Crows are scattered in the distant forest houses.

Dreaming of how many roads there are in my hometown, I am drunk and look around the world. The moonlight shines for thousands of miles and the sand is flat.

The moral of Huanxisha

There was no one near the house, and it began to rain at night. Who pity ji zi's mink and fur?

Although I have no hope for the world, it seems that you must ask the ancients. Cold pines and cypresses are willing to surprise autumn.

Huanxisha is that thing.

Draw a falcon to cross the river and enjoy the tour. An old fish can jump over the threshold to know youth. Time is unwilling to pay for it.

There is no disappointment at the fence in Huang Ju, and there is tenderness in Baiyun Village. Don't teach Hugh to save the frost temple.

Xi Jiang yue chong JIU

There is a little Mao Mao rain on the roof, and there is a heavy lake outside the river. At that time, the circus was in the East, but today it is bleak in Nanpu.

Don't hate yellow flowers, don't spit, and teach red powder to help each other. You don't have to look at dogwood at the wine station. It's all over the world.

Xijiang month

In Huangzhou, I swim in the water at night in spring. Drinking in a restaurant, getting drunk. Take the moon to the stream bridge, untie the saddle and bend your arms, lie drunk and rest less. I realized that. The mountains are crowded and the flowing water is bright, which makes people doubt that it is not human. On the bridge pillar of the book.

According to the wild shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk and sleep on the grass.

It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off your saddle and rest at Qingyang Bridge, and there will be the sound of spring dawn in Du Yu.

Ding Fengbo

On March 7th, it was raining on Hu Sha Road. The rain gear went first, and the peers were all in a mess. I couldn't feel it alone. It has cleared up, pretending to be the word.

Don't pay attention to the beating rain in the forest. Mei sings a long whistle and walks leisurely. Bamboo poles and sandals are more dexterous than riding horses. What's to be afraid of? A raincoat and hemp fiber, despite the wind and rain, still live my life.

The coolness of spring breeze awakens my wine, and the cold begins to be cold, and the peak of the sun is the sun, but it is satisfied in time. Looking back at the place where I met the wind and rain, going back, for me, there is no wind and rain, but it is still sunny.

Ruan Langgui in Early Summer

Green locust, high willow, swallows, new cicadas, the wind first enters the string. Wash away the heavy smoke under the blue screen window, and the sound of chess during the day scares you to sleep.

After a light rain, the lotus turned over and the pomegranate blossomed. Jade basin hand tanchun, Zhu Qiong broken and round.

Quail day

The forest breaks the mangosteen and hides the wall, and the cicada rot the grass in the small pond. When you turn it over, you can always see the blank bird, which smells good according to the powder.

Outside the hut, beside the ancient city, sticks and quinoa turned to the sunset. Diligence It rained all night last night, which made it cool for a day.

Yu Meiren has a beautiful hall to tell the story of the past.

Hushanxin is a beauty in the southeast, with a distance of thousands of miles. How soon will your majesty come back? It makes your majesty drunk.

Who sings at the beginning of the Shahetang lantern festival? In the dead of night, there is only one bright moon in Liuli Bi.

Drunk, left Beijing to work

Light clouds and moonlight awakened the ship at the beginning of the second watch. The lonely city looks back at the light smoke. When you remember a song, you don't remember the season.

The towel slipped on the rattan bed, and no one said anything. When will this life drift? Home is in the southwest, longing for the southeast.

Nanxiangzi sent a story about the past.

Looking back at the chaotic mountains and rivers, I saw no one in the city. Who is like the tower pavilion on Linping Mountain, welcoming guests to the west?

When I get home at night, it will be clear that a cold dream cannot come true. The residual lamp shines obliquely tonight, and the tears are not clear when the autumn rain is clear.

The plum blossom ci of Nanxiangzi, and Yang Su.

The cold birds are full of hedges, vying to hold Han Ke to see the jade shovel. Suddenly, I saw the guests sitting under the flowers, flying around in surprise and spilling Fang Ying's wine.

Drunk and poetic, a drunk without a blanket. The flowers have withered, the wine cellar is spring, and it's leaving. It's a little sour. It's taken root.

Nanxiangzi's self-report

Cool bamboo gauze kitchen, daytime breeze and resting pillow. There is nothing wrong with sleeping at night. Slowly, I read some books at the bedside.

Scratching his head, I feel lazy and sparse about fame and fortune. What are your talents and skills? It is foolish to occupy the world blindly.

The ninth Han Hui in Nanxiangzi is Xu Junyou.

The first frost water marks, light blue scales exposed to the distant continent. The wine is fading away, the wind is soft and chilly, and the broken hat is affectionate but affectionate.

If the festival is rewarded, it will ruin the autumn. Everything is a dream in the end. Take a rest. The yellow butterfly will worry tomorrow.

Youth tour Runzhou, sent on behalf of others.

I saw him off last year. It was snowing outside Hangzhou. At the end of spring this year, flowers are blooming like snow, and my home is still not seen.

Invite the bright moon to the wine curtain, and the wind will penetrate the screen window. Just as Heng E pitied Shuang Yan, he shone clearly and painted a tilted picture.

Set off a storm in the South China Sea and give it to Wang Dingguo to serve people and stay with their mothers.

Always envy the jade lang in the world, and heaven should ask for a crisp mother. Try your best to sing, open your teeth, the wind blows, the snow flies, and the sea gets cold.

Wanli came back with a smile and smiled with him. I think Lingnan should be bad. I said, This peace of mind is my hometown.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Flowers wither and red apricots are small. Swallows fly, green water people go around. There are few branches blowing willows, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea!

Inside the wall, outside the wall, there is a layman, and inside the wall, there is a beautiful woman laughing. Laughter dies in silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.

Die Hua Lian Zhou Mi Shang Yuan

Qiantang lantern for three to five nights. The bright moon is like frost, and people are picturesque. Blowing sheng is fragrant at the bottom of the account, and it spits musk. This taste should be priceless.

Lonely mountain people are getting old. Playing drums and flute, new to the farming and mulberry society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.

A butterfly in love with flowers

Remember the first time we met. Good dreams surprised me. I saw Gaotang Road broken. Swallows fly back and forth, and the screen window has several spring evenings.

On that day, where the embroidered curtains met, they lowered their eyes and pretended to be laughing. It's hard to whisper the meaning in front of people.

Jianglin yexian Guilin ointment

I drank Dongpo in the evening and woke up drunk. It seemed like midnight when I came back. The child is short of breath. You shouldn't even knock on the door, but lean on your cane and listen to the sound of the river.

I have hated this body for a long time. When will I forget the camp? In the dead of night, the wind is calm and the valley is flat. Since then, this ship has passed away, and Jiang Hai spent the rest of his life.

The fisherman proudly sent Zhang's relatives.

I know you want to go to Qinchuan. A white horse cannot keep a mink. Looking back, there is no rain or fog in the lonely city.

On the day of Chang 'an, the flowers were like rain, so the willow fluttered at the beginning of Guan. See the road where boots and knives meet. Who does? Wang put his hand on his leg.

Jiangcheng Zibie Xuzhou

There are endless thoughts on the horizon. When they met, they hurried by. Holding hands with beautiful women, tears break the beauty. Ask Yu Dongfeng so much? Spring has come, who are you with?

Sui dike dissolves in water in March. Back to Hong, go to Wuzhong. Looking back at Pengcheng, Qingsi and Huaitong. I want to send a thousand tears of acacia, but I can't, Chu Jiangdong.

Xiangzi crossed Qilitan.

Get on a boat and wave a pair of oars, like a frightened swan, skimming over the water. The sky is blue, the color is clear, the mountains and mountains are bright, as far as the river, and the waves are as flat as a mirror. Swimming fish, counting, appearing like running water from time to time; By the water, egret point, relax. The stream during the day is crystal clear; Dawn river, cold and frost; The stream next month is a bright crystal world.

Hills on both sides of the strait, looking at the depth, picturesque; Seen from the route, the curve is tortuous, like a screen. Yan Guang smiled in vain this year and never really enjoyed the scenery of this beautiful place. The emperor and the hermit are now like a dream, leaving only an empty name. There are only distant mountains and mountains; White clouds in the mountains, wind changes; Xiao Shan Xiao, want to drop green.

Xiangzi wrote about the past in Danyang.

Join hands with Jiangcun and Xuemei to float skirts. What is the limit of love? ecstasy is everywhere. The old friend disappeared and the old song was heard again. Xiangwang Lake, Gushan Temple and Jinyongmen.

In the usual place, there are thousands of poems, embroidered shirts and red dust. Don't remember each other. Who do you know? There is a moon in the lake, willows by the river, and clouds at the faucet.

Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting

I said juvenile madness, which led to yellow on the left and pale on the right. Golden hat, mink and fur, thousands of riding rolls and leveling posts. If you want to report the whole city to the prefect, you will see Sun Lang.

After drinking wine, my chest is still open and my temples are slightly frosted. What's the harm! When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.

Jiang Chengzi Mao Yi remembers the dream of the 20th day of the first month.

Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.

When night came, my dream suddenly came home. Xiao Xuan window, get dressed. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.

On Jiangchengzi Lake and Zhang Xian's Fu

It's raining in Fenghuang Mountain, Chu Qing. The water is clear and the setting sun is bright. A hibiscus, the past is still ying ying. Where do the double herons fly? Mu Pingting if you are interested.

Suddenly I heard a sadness and joy on the river. Bitter and affectionate, who will listen? Smoke gathers in the clouds, which is auspicious according to the agreement. I want to ask for it at the end of the song, not seeing it, counting the peaks.

The bamboo pavilion in the lonely mountain of Jiangchengzi tells the past.

Cui E is too shy to be seen. Frosted tears and stolen bullets. Be a statue, close your tears and listen to the sun. It's easier to see the sky than the king.

This painting gallery is newly built near Gushan. The song is dry. For whom? Spring belongs to next year. Looking for the past, there is nowhere to ask, water and sky are connected.

Dong Xian ge

Jade bone with ice muscles, cool and sweat-free. Fenglaishui Temple is full of faint fragrance. Embroidered curtains open, a little bright moon peeks at people; People don't sleep, but lie on pillows and temples. Hands up, the family is silent, and when you see the stars, you see the river.

How about the evening? The night is midnight, the golden wave is light, and the jade rope turns low. But when the west wind comes, there is no way to change it secretly.

Words in the second rhyme of Shui Long Yin

Much like a flower, it seems that it is not a flower, and no one falls to the ground. Throwing it on the side of the road seems heartless, but it is full of affection. It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole.

I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. In detail, it seems that it is not a small flower, but a drop of tears.

Prelude to water melody

When did the moon begin to appear? I take my glass from a distance. I don't know the palace in the sky, and I don't know the month and time. I'm willing to ride the wind to the sky, I'm afraid I can't stand the cold for nine days in a pavilion of fine jade. Dance and enjoy the shadow of the moon, which is in the world.

The moon turned into a scarlet pavilion, hanging low on the carved window, shining on the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people. Why is it round when people are gone? People are sad and happy, and they are separated and reunited. The moon has yin and yang, and there are gains and losses. Nothing is perfect, even in the past. I hope people will live for a long time and have a good scenery thousands of miles away.

Shuidiao song tou kuai zai ting Zuo

The sunset lifted the embroidered curtains and looked out, the pavilions and blue sky under the river, the sunset and pavilions in the distance, and the endless space. Knowing that you are doing it for me, the new work is wet and green. I remember Pingshan Hall a long time ago. It was misty and rainy in the south of the Yangtze River. Today, we saw the scene in front of us, and we realized that the scenery on the mountain was hidden as described by Ouyang, an old alcoholic.

The endless water surface is crystal clear, reflecting the green shadow of the mountains. Suddenly, the river was rough, and a fisherman was sailing in the wind and waves. Seeing this, I can't help but think of Song Yu's Song Yu. It is impossible for such a ridiculous person to understand that the wind in Zhuangzi is the voice of nature, saying that the wind has a daughter. As a matter of fact, as long as a person has the noble spirit of ambition and wisdom, he can be poised in any occasion and enjoy the infinite comfort of thousands of miles.

Man Jiang Hong

Jianghan comes from the west, and the tall buildings are deep grapes. Or bring your own, sea of clouds and waves, Jinjiang spring scenery. You are a legacy of Nanshan, and I am homesick for foreigners. Are you heartless about this room and the scenery? Speak diligently.

Biography of Jiang Biao, stop reading. Crazy Chu Shi, what a pity. The empty continent is desolate for parrots and reeds. Don't just laugh at the literati fighting the bottom, Cao Gong and Huang Zu are erratic. May you give immortal poems and chase the yellow crane.

Man Jiang hong Huai zi you Zuo

The clear water flows eastward, and I look at the river with a sad face, if I have no father to sail. Official travel, green hills and white waves, thousands of folds. It is so vain to live up to the seclusion of that year, and now it is so bleak to listen to the rain in the bed. Hate this life, drift away, add to China.

It's a deep regret that this life always passes with you in a hurry, and this helpless feeling can't help but make me white-haired. Infinite things, from the beginning. You two look at me as if you were in front of me, but before you know it, you have passed through the years. The old marks on the clothes are full of bitter tears, and the smile between the eyebrows adds yellow. On the day of reunion, I will go swimming in the pool with you and look for traces of spring like falling snow.

Yong Yu le Peng cheng stayed at Yanfu overnight, which is why he dreamed of it.

The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, lotus dew in a round place, but not alone. -(except for three points of water) like a drum on three sides, one leaf is loud and clear, and the dark dream cloud is broken. The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden.

Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown. Swallow house is empty, where is beauty? It's like a dream in ancient and modern times, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao.

Qinyuanchun

Go to Michigan, leave early and deliver it right away.

The lights in the lonely hall are green, the number of chickens in the wild shop is small, and the dream of traveling pillow is broken. Gradually the moonlight closed, the morning frost bitter, Yunshan brocade, morning dew moist. The world is infinite and life is limited. It's like a fresh joy in this area. Whispering, I am speechless with Saddle, and the past is a thousand times.

At that time, * * * was a guest in Chang 'an, like a teenager who had just arrived in Erlu. You write a thousand words and have a million volumes in your heart. You are so hard. Why don't you hide in my place and watch at leisure when you are using reason? He was very healthy, but he 10 died. He fought in the war before.

Klang Ganzhou sent ginseng to Liaozi.

Affectionate wind, Wan Li roll tide, mercilessly send tide back. What is the oblique light of Qiantang River and Pukou in Xixing? You don't have to think about now and now. Who is as old as Dongpo?

I remember that the west side of West Lake is the advantage of Sunset Mountain, and the sky is full of smoke. Poets are all the same, just like I am to you. Let's go back to the Oriental Sea another day. I hope to thank you and be elegant. Xizhou Road, don't look back, put clothes on me.

Summer Scenery in He Xinlang

Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, the hand will be like jade for a while. Getting sleepy, sleeping alone and clearing away heat. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste to teach people and dreams to break the music of Yao and Tai. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.

Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. I will be alone with you when the flowers bloom and the waves fall. Looking closely at a wealth, my heart is like a thousand pounds.

Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.