200 points for chivalrous poems (the more the better)

It's not that I've been ungrateful all my life. Looking at Mount Everest and meditating.

This body is only old in Hejiang Lake, and my heart belongs to Chang 'e.

The eyes of the world are used to it, but what about staying for a lifetime?

Want to spend nine days in the starry sky and fill the East China Sea instead of Bai Yang?

-"The Legend of the Glacier Girl" Jin Shiyi.

The sun is shining in March, and the warblers are whispering. Who is the host of the feast? Indulge in the smoke in the south of the Yangtze River, forget the vast grassland in the north of Saibei and admire the sons of the Five Tombs. Do you remember that pretentious beggar who is still crazy? Where is the doubt that Lingyun dimly discernible sea condenses light? Listen to the sound of Wucheng Xiao before singing the jade bow.

-"Didi Jin" and "Jade Bow in the Sea of Clouds" are the first songs.

Snail's horn is floating and changing. Over the years, car dust traces, the horizon is broken. The weeping of western Western jackdaw in Zhong Qing is not over yet, so it is hard to mourn this situation. Even more, there is an old companion in the secluded boudoir. Don't hate each other when you die, and the dream is shocking, which is still like smelling a low call. Clear tears, beside the pillow.

Affectionate and long-term grievances, the fate of this life, and the illusion have all become empty illusions. Playing the sword and singing wildly is in danger, and the sea of clouds is vast and far away, holding a glacier to welcome the dust. The past goes with the flow, and later generations deserve it. Be careful and warm.

-Hamamelis "Glacier Sword Washing Record" frontispiece

In a strange land, Lin is a strange mountain peak. Ten thousand people are astounding, ten thousand rocks are astounding, and people are painting.

-look at the front of the konoha meteor in the south of the Yangtze River.

The earth is resistant to floating fire and wind and frost for three generations. The heroism of young people is arbitrary.

Play halberd and sing the song of Mu Ye, wash your armor and watch the meteor. What is unforgettable is brotherhood.

-The ending of "Muye Meteor" in Huanxisha.

Ping is a tired couple, with a vast sea of people. Do friends know? The sword box poetry capsule is often a companion, breaking the night breeze. Whistling through the clouds, singing to dispel the fog, lonely geese come and go. The gull club swallowed it, and the snow and mud were useless.

Autumn is attacking Yanyun. Walking in Beijing, the bustling place is broken. Wandering and repeating the sad autumn sentence, it is so desolate and prosperous. Wine, green light, red songs and dancing are nothing to me. High mountains and flowing water, who played the piano?

-Preface to the Legend of the Fortress with a hundred words.

The skillful hands are famous for their empty fists, and the official accounts are vertical and horizontal. Alone, I prefer to go to Hushan.

How insidious it is to treat him as a guest without understanding people's hearts. God is afraid to peep at the secret.

-Huanxisha

Seven-syllable/seven-syllable quatrain

The strength of ups and downs is not tight, and the world network only pities itself.

Who knows that ancient and modern times are illusory, and the south bank of the Great Huaihe River lingers.

-"Sword Net Dust Silk"

Zisai Huang Yun's eyes are blindfolded, and there is no solution to the problem, but it can be compared with the green temples.

Remnants of water and mountains miss the old country, the desert, yellow sand and the vast sea lack fairy tales, and the lofty sentiments are still in the Moxingjie.

-preface to Xiong Feng in Hanhai, Huanxisha

Weak duckweed floating, lotus leaf fog, who are you worried about for 30 years? Sword light, knife shadow, candlelight shake red, Zen can not be silted!

Crimson grass condenses beads, epiphyllum separates fog, and there are many children in the rivers and lakes. Looking back, I can't help but feel grateful. It's dusk in the dragon's Beijing.

-"Treading on the Sand" and "Long Hudou Jinghua" began.

Jin Goma dreams of rivers and lakes, dreams of the world, dreams of the bright moon and noise, and dreams of homes everywhere.

Entering the dragon is 30 years old, and it is far away. Looking at Beijing, Wan Li, the west wind and the vast sea sand.

-Long Hudou jinghua mining mulberry at the end.

Four Poems and Two Grandsons' Pen

Ten years like a dream, missing tears, Wan Li west wind and sea sand.

With the same fate, where is my home?

I would like to leave my blood and dust behind and entrust my last words to my old friends.

We should remember Li Lang's national hatred and let him enjoy the Spring of Snow Mountain together.

-"The Legend of the Female Emperor"

Seven unique and two Wu Xuan cream

It is difficult to send a message to a chick, and my heart goes to Tianshan with the bright moon.

After thirty years of changing stars, Qu Zi lost his way.

Unfortunately, the Jianghu is empty.

Chuze Chang 'an is hard to compare, so why bother to sing all over the world?

-"The Legend of the Female Emperor"

Marriage in troubled times is blocked, and water is far from sending acacia words. Baochai looks gloomy. Who will protect her?

I have traveled all over the world these years, and I am chivalrous and tender, and I want to spit on Iraqis. I like the east wind blowing dark rain, and the oblique wind on the moon will cover the mandarin ducks.

-"butterfly lovers" and "Long Chai Yuan" began.

I only envy mandarin ducks, not immortals. Don't allow bonfires to change the year of China. Hosta reunited with the mirror.

I am willing to look forward to the rivers and lakes and explore new horizons from the ranger. Don't lose this wonderful marriage.

-At the end of "Huanxisha" and "Changchaiyuan".

The country is vast, and poetry and wine are pretentious. Hope Road in Chang 'an West is crowded with people. When I sing about grievances, I worry about my eyebrows.

Where can I find beautiful women? The golden thread is broken. There are waves at the bottom of the sad sword, and there is always hate in love, which is heaven and earth.

-Long Taosha's Madman, Tianjiao Witch

The lights are dim and the fragrance is floating. Where are the Iraqis? This used to be an old road. The dream has drifted with the tide, looking forward to the clouds and trees at home. I hate that the claws are still there, and seagulls don't always fly west. Remember the treasure fan as a poem, the incense towel as a word, and laugh at the emerald lake. Swallows put on curtains and entered Tang Wang early to thank their families. Ling Bo has come a long way, so don't shop in heartbroken Jiang Lang. I'm afraid the peach root is in the peach. See you next year. This is a kind heart!

—— Fronts of Flowers on a Stranger and Wudang Sword

Every time I am disappointed with the vastness of independence, a piece of kindness and enmity is rewarded, and a broken swan is still there.

Mo Daoping disappeared with the water, and the ambiguity remained in his heart forever. In this case, who passed on his worries?

-"Huanxisha" and "Zong Ping Xia Ying Record"

I was shocked by the water, looking for a swallow like a nest, remembering seeing each other in Yunshan, exhausted, and there was no one in the cold village.

The next day, when people crossed the river, the sound of doubt was forbidden and the clouds turned. Liuhua indifferent, Qingxi empty, full of grievances.

Andy.

Yingying smiled and tried her best. Catch up with the spring in Jiangnan, and the spring is beautiful.

The bitter rain continued last night, but now it is sunny and sunny, and all the troubles are turned into light smoke with catkins and weathering.

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If you look at it, who is the backbone of Kun ups and downs, the idle king is in autumn;

Self-grass new words to eliminate stagnant wine; Let short dreams chase cold gulls, and scatter flowers to stay idle.

-Huan Xisha's "Scattered Flower Girl" frontispiece

Wang Li Qingshan met Cuiwei, and the ruthless wind sent the tide back, and the Qiantang River was oblique.

I am like a river tide coming and going, and you are like a seagull flying on the waves, which is always contrary to what you know in life.

-The iron mirror in Huanxisha's Scattered Flower Girl

The wine is cold, the poem is still full of dreams, like the bright moon leaning against the fence, and I miss you for a long time.

When will you join hands with Chang 'an, just to look back at old poems?

-Huanxisha's "Scattered Woman" Muyanhe

I am disappointed in Xiaoying's dream of dying on the moon. I always remember mistakes in my dreams, and my family is always embarrassed!

Trees fly in the clouds to resist the wind and snow, and roses in the south of the Yangtze River cluster in the morning glow, each with its own destiny.

-The ending of Huanxisha Scattered Flower Girl

Poetry, wine, piano and chess disappear forever, and time flies like water. Spring flowers are like dancing skirts, prosperous as dreams, and melancholy with the east wind.

People are nearly middle-aged, with gray temples, but empty ambitions. Leaning against the fence and looking at the sword like a rainbow, it is difficult to blame yourself for your lofty sentiments and sing about Jiangdong.

-Lin Jiangxian "Lian Jian Fengyunlu" frontispiece

But it's like moving a boat on a blue beach.

A beach runs through thousands of beaches.

Calm but firm but deadly.

Waterfalls, flowing springs, cold shadows.

-The Legend of the Sword and the Chivalrous Man is an iron mirror poem.

A Phoenix Lingyun flew solo, only hurting the old couple when he lost the group, and wanted to return home safely.

The sword is empty, and the cowherd and the weaver girl are uneven! Tianshan Mountain looks very sad.

-the ending of Lian Jian Fengyun Ji by Huanxisha.

Why can't the stars float and rub away? The moonlight in Tianshan Mountain is cold, and the mourning string is low! Vowed to live, hate only hate. Western Western jackdaw wept bitterly, her throat was broken, and it was dusk in spring. Where are the old couple leaning against the building, separated from each other, disappointed in the beauty? Ningren looked over and disappeared into the smoke trees in Shan Ye. Phoenix is floating in the wind, and there is no basis for calculating its future. Bodhi mirror is not, why does the soul disappear from Nanpu? Drive across the world and find the old road.

-Changting complained that Guangling Sword ended too slowly.

A sword comes from the west, a thousand rocks arch, and the shadow is vertical and horizontal: asking the mirror is not a stage, and bodhi is not a tree. Can you get a clear picture from your heart? Is there magic? Is there magic? Let future generations in the Jianghu judge it! Let's tidy up. Let's talk about heroes and children first and leisure first.

The wind and thunder are mighty, and the frost moon is gentle and charming. Sigh that beautiful women are peerless, never old, century-old commitment, unfaithful alliance. Short hoe flowers, long poem wine and poem sword are always remembered year after year. On the Tianshan Mountains, the dragons and snakes brushed away, and ink splashed in the south of the Yangtze River.

-Qin "bride with white hair" frontispiece

The autumn night is quiet, and I am alone with the residual lamp. I don't know who I am, but I'm sitting in MengMeng, so I won't feel depressed.

Wind rolls rain, rain rolls the heart, and the heart seems to want to go with the wind and rain. The vast sea is ups and downs, and there is no love or hate.

-Jiangnan white-haired witch two-color memories.

You don't have to listen to the book to know that there will be different rumors.

Just because, however, when China has our friendship, I believe that heaven is still our neighbor.

After a robbery, there is no thought of life and death, and the frost shows pride and chills.

The winter wind has broken thousands of trees, and there are still fragrant flowers in the forest.

-Zhuo Yihang's poem at the end of bride with white hair.

Ten years in the legendary swordsman, I was an empty plan. Boyutongtuo Lane, I'm so sad and worried! Wine is cold and poetry is broken, and autumn is clear in the south. Looking at the sword sadly, there is nowhere to return to the ship.

The moon is far away, who will accompany Chu Pei and draw Zhongzhou together? Count heroic children and worry about the past and the present. It's hard to let go, but it's just a flash in the pan and it's hard to stop! Gone with the wind, Jin Ge Ma Tie, fight to bury the barren hills!

-The opening words of Klang Ganzhou and Seven Sword Xiatian Mountain.

I'm used to being mixed up in Jianghu. Let's talk about grievances from the beginning. Love and hate are like a tide, and it is always hard to stop.

I'm fascinated by the misty sea, and the Tianshan Mountains in cold autumn are cold and firm, and Emei is absolutely full of people's worries.

-At the end of Huanxisha's Seven Swords Down the Tianshan Mountains.

The saddest bonfire burns the border town, and the country hates it. Listening to people crying and playing with Hu Jia in the evening should be tired of talking. The sword Tianshan mountains come and go, and the wind and rain are used to it. May the vicissitudes of life count the cold stars. Who can solve this hatred, don't send it away.

Don't continue the old dream of Beijing, please look at the yellow sand and white grass-the blood is still turbid. Jing Hong swept the water, and the waves were silent. Not to mention, it is difficult to shed tears after the crimson beads are moved, and where to hold the solitary stems. Take care, Joan building comes and goes, and it's as empty as a clam.

-"Seven Swords Down the Tianshan Mountains" Lotus-

Who can speak his mind with a sword, wandering in the rivers and lakes, and pity the three daughters? Playing the index for the New Year, the Chinese New Year dream is like smoke.

It's cold, lonely and empty in the distance. Stepping all over the branches, Gu Hong flew alone.

-Post the frontispiece of Bodhisattva Man's "Three Women in Jianghu"

As tender as water, as beautiful as flowers and jade, a thousand-year-old story, people go belly-up, and swallows return according to people. The vicissitudes of life have changed, but the heart is hard to change.

Catkin floats lightly, spring breeze caresses your face, and words don't write Wen Jun's resentment. Generally, it is as blue as the Great Wall in the south of the Yangtze River.

-Posting the ending of "Three Women in the Jianghu" in Tasha.

Who will travel with Huayan Wonderland? Looking at Sakyamuni blossoming, Kaya smiled.

The jade emperor's fairy voice invites guests to listen like drums, and a thousand pounds blow Xiao.

-"Cold Light Sword of Ice Spirit"

Jade sword playing with ice is an adventure. Peach blossoms of Snow Lotus, flying poems of Leng Xiang. Even if there is Mount Everest, it is difficult to separate Liulang Road. Yun Shenchu, I hope to live in a glacier together.

-Flower Rain Princess "Cold Light Ice Soul Sword" Volume End Words

When we met unexpectedly, this was Qin Xin's first promise. One world, however, when China has our friendship. Mount Everest in the mediastinum is difficult to walk the next day. The meaning of the book means that it is blown to Lang by the wind.

-Dian Jiang Lip "The Sword of Cold Light and Ice Spirit"

Glaciers reflect the moon and the moon is bright.

Goddess Hua Fei Sao Lai

Moonlight, flowers and dreams.

Gong Xian Gefei * * * is cool.

The moonlight is traceless, and the green window surrounds Zhu Hu every year.

Fairy beauty has grievances, the sky is clear and the night is in my heart.

Wisdom is better than orchids, swaying empty mountains, and the bright moon is full of all beings.

Blue sky and white clouds, silver sea floating, Yaochi no overflow.

The valley is barren and the moonlight washes the color.

Lotus leaves are planted on stalks, and the rain breaks them.

-The Legend of the Glacier Girl

A tired couple is floating in the sky, which is a vast sea of people. Do friends know? The sword box is accompanied by a poem bag, breaking through the evening breeze and morning dew, whistling through the clouds, singing and dispersing the fog, and lonely geese come and go! The gull club swallowed it, and the snow and mud were useless.

Yunshan dreams of fans leaving, Ru Yan seeks the nest, and the curtain is covered. This is a heartbreaking sentence, but who is the message? Banana and paulownia embrace each other alone, and the clothes look at the horizon. Miss Su E, when will the Wizard of Oz meet again?

-"The Legend of the Glacier Girl"

Hundred words order

A tired couple is floating in the sky, which is a vast sea of people. Do friends know? The sword box is accompanied by a poem bag, breaking through the evening breeze and morning dew, whistling through the clouds, singing and dispersing the fog, and lonely geese come and go! League gulls swallow, snow mud claws unfounded! Yunshan dreams of fans leaving, Ru Yan is looking for a nest, the curtains are blocked, white clouds are exposed, and the heart is broken. Who cares about words? Banana and paulownia embrace each other alone, and their clothes follow each other, looking at the horizon. Su E girl, when will fairy tales meet again?

Excerpted from Liang Yusheng's "Three Women in the Jianghu"

Pick mulberry seeds

Jin Goma dreams of rivers and lakes, dreams of the world, full of sorrow, and home is everywhere.

Entering the 30-year-old life of the Dragon is mysterious, overlooking the west wind and vast sea sand in Beijing and Wan Li.

Excerpted from Liang Yusheng's "Long Hudou Jinghua"

Tasha shop

Weak water floats like duckweed, and lotus leaves gather. Who can complain about thirty years' troubles? Sword light, knife shadow and candle shadow are all red.

Zen is not allowed to be muddy! Vanilla condenses beads, spirit flowers separate fog, and there are many mistakes between children in the rivers and lakes.

Looking back, I can't help but feel grateful. It's dusk in the dragon's Beijing.

Excerpted from Liang Yusheng's "Long Hudou Jinghua"

Man Jiang Hong

Fighting bravely, alone, full of energy, shocked hujie. Wearing golden armor, the eagle raises the tiger and courageously, Geng Zhongbing Festival.

Two emperors were greeted in the Five Kingdoms City, and Jin Wu was caught outside Yanmenguan. I hate my life, so my hands are powerless.

In vain. Hurt the past, the heart is difficult to rest; Missed a different day, feelings should be exhausted. Hold the spear,

I broke into Helan Mountain Cave. My fame and fortune went to Hehan, and I spent half my life in a state of mind. I looked at the general.

Sweep the golden bowl and fly to the sky.

Niannujiao

No one can be a hero if he fails in the essence of inflammation. If Huma drives away three criminals, who will be the solid wall of the Great Wall?

All nations rush, two palaces sink, when will it snow If you look after the grass and huts, there will be no kind people.

God has made me rich and powerful as soon as possible, and my emperor is awesome, following my great-grandson Fa Zhou.

Cui Yan's southern tour, knocking on the road, only heading for the crown. Lonely loyalty, sword mans cold invasion of autumn moon.

Excerpted from Ancient and Modern Legends-Martial Arts Edition, No.9, 2004, and Chen Zhiyu's Manjianghong.

After 40 years of studying after drinking, there is a blue sky in their jobs.

Men want to go to Lingyun pavilion, and the first fame does not love money.

Excerpt from Du Fu's "Man Jiang Hong"

Wealth is uncertain, and the water left in the miserable mountain is always ruthless.

Autumn wind awakens heroic dreams, and success or failure doesn't matter.

There is always a time when fortune can't go down, and there is an end to good fortune and bad fortune.

The picture is priceless, but I don't think Shou Meng suddenly woke up.

Excerpt from Wen Ruian's The Head of the Dragon

Everything was opened yesterday, and I didn't bring my affair.

Every time I look at an empty city, why not doubt my life and guess?

The bluebird is frequently stained with blood blue, and the red fox hides the city gray.

After the moment of prosperity, count the desolation and melancholy.

Excerpts from August, 2005, ancient and modern legends-the end of the month edition, Bufeiyan, Datura.