Fangzheng Huajia
Hui Chong returned home in misty rain, sitting in my Xiaoxiang Dongting.
I want to call the boat back to the cloud, just say it's Dan Qing.
idyll
Riding cattle and piccolo blowing through the village thousands of villages away.
How many Chang 'an fame and fortune guests, organ failure is not as good as jun.
Ps: Pass this poem on as Huang's seven-year-old work.
It's just Jingjiang Pavilion's illness.
The old Fu Bo of calligraphy, the sick Vimo of Bodhi Square.
There are no seagulls and herons in the water near people, and sometimes cows have their noses floating.
Close the door and find a way to say that Chen has no selfishness and spends money on his guests.
I don't know if I have enough food and clothing, but the west wind blows tears and Gu Teng.
Wang Chongdao sent fifty daffodils.
Fairy Ling Bo gave birth to dust socks. She walked lightly on the water.
Who recruited this heartbroken soul and planted it as a cold flower to send sorrow?
Sweet body wants beauty, and mountain alum is the younger brother.
Sitting is really annoying, and I laugh when I go out.
Dengkuaige
Silly children don't do official business, and they rely on yat sen villa for quick things.
Qian Shan has a vast sky, and Chengjiang has a bright moon.
Zhu Xian is already a beauty, and her young eyes are chatting with wine.
Wan Li returned to the ship to play the flute, which is why we made an alliance with Bai Ou.
Send yellow a few times.
I live in Junnanhai, Beihai, and I can't send geese to deliver books.
Peach and plum spring breeze, a glass of wine, ten years of night rain.
Governing a family has four walls, and governing a country is not a matter of three fold.
I think my reading head is white, and the ape across the stream is crying and smoking.
Climb Yueyang Tower and see Junshan in the rain.
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I was born in Qutang, I was born in Qutang.
Jiangnan smiled and stood in front of Yueyang Tower to Junshan.
Secondly,
The wind and rain in Mitsue leaned against the railing, tying the ladies' twelve buns to the ladies.
It's a pity that I can't face the lake, but I can only see Junshan in the Yinshan pile.
Two chess pieces gradually appeared.
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I don't have any official business, but I have a bottle of three hundred dead chess.
Sitting in seclusion, I don't know the joy of the rock, Tan Shengli, the layman's words.
Books and books accumulate dust, and cars and horses flock to the door.
If you overcome arrogance and doubt, you will fail. Sure enough, you will eventually defeat the enemy soldiers.
Secondly,
Occasionally, when I have nothing to do, I will talk about two games of military school chess.
My heart is like spider silk swimming in the blue sky, and my body is like dead branches.
I wish to die in the east, and the world can be divided.
Who said I still love the sun? I never know.
Happy satrap Bi Chao scattered into politics.
Fame and fortune are two horns, and it is difficult to have a cup.
The concept of hundred bodies is an illusion, and all people fight for it first.
Sitting in the building at night doing nothing.
Standing in the south of the city, leaning against the railing, I saw mountains and water connected together, and water chestnuts and lotus flowers were in full bloom and fragrance on the vast water surface.
The breeze and bright moon are unattended, and the south is cold.
Qingming Festival
Every holiday season, I miss my relatives, peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
The thunder stung the snake, and the grass trees in the suburbs were soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of chrysanthemum.
Hsinchu
When they started planting bamboo, they used their spines to form a fence, carefully protecting the growth of Hsinchu, which was shaded by trees and rippled in the water.
The summer breeze blows across the ground, as if autumn is advancing into the sky, and the sun is high in the sky, without feeling the heat at noon.
When you untie the reed, you hear the rustling sound. When you put the tip, you see the shadow leave.
I want to come here often when I have time, but I still teach you everywhere.
Tit Zhu Shi herding cattle
The wild age is small and majestic, and the secluded lean on the green.
A Tong's three-foot pestle is a way to resist the old man.
Wu Shi likes it very much, so don't send cows to grind their horns.
The horn is good, and the cow fights me.