Tears fell from the guests' eyes.
God's will is hard to ask.
Old people tend to be sad.
Copper finches are deep in Chun Qing.
Jin Renqiu was in tears.
Yi Yilin Shuchu
Poor cigarette set
How beautiful it is to be quiet.
His intelligence is far beyond ordinary people.
Qingshan buried bone
Green water hangs a loyal soul.
One hundred years and thirty thousand days.
Say goodbye to the Millennium.
Feng Mu bears a grudge.
Looking forward to endless time.
White clouds hung in the shadows.
The bird is dreaming.
The window bamboo sings autumn rain.
The piano broke down at night.
Yu Mei smiled.
Liu Jin was moved to mourn.
Everyone was gone at that time.
The water is still so cold today.
In a blink of an eye, people are thousands of miles away
Dream of the lost soul
The night is too short for fun.
Loneliness and hatred last longer.
Stars turn into hatred.
Clouds have nothing to worry about.
World famous
Achievement is in the world.
Ashes were scattered in the river.
Shuren heart monument
Sanjiang has tears.
Five mountains destroy the heart
Sing my songs loudly and drink my wine.
In the green spring, I began to go home.
Butterfly Dream Zhongjia Wan Li
Rhododendron boughs last night.
Snowflakes are like the palm of your hand, and it is hard to hide your hatred.
The wind is like a knife.
Night drinkers swallow cups and moons.
The spring traveler is drunk.
Bamboo leaves with beads and tears in the rain.
Plum blossoms in the snow carry vegetarian crowns.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword,
Raise a glass to drown your sorrows.
Qingjiang Jinshi is sad and beautiful.
The buds are full of flowers.
Even flowers and the moon
But no one recommended me.
Cicadas wail the waning moon intermittently.
Fireflies' flames sparkled high and low in the evening sky.
The screen deliberately blocked the bright moon.
The light shines mercilessly and sleeps alone.
The road is long and sleepy.
Ri Gao Ren ke man si cha
Flying freely is as light as a dream.
Endless silk rain is as thin as sorrow
Jiang Sheng is full of heroes and hatred.
God's will is selfless.
Brilliant achievements and self-help
Famous flowers are bright and happy.
Take ordinary seagulls as companions.
Enjoy the swallow as a guest.
Drinking flowers before autumn is not old.
Gaoyinchi is meaningful.
The afterglow of the west wind fell.
Dongfeng Liri Xi Hua Kai
Jiangguanchun Planning Department issued
The rain by the window is cold and the grass is empty.
Three paths of cold pine contain tears.
Bambusa fortunei with wind signal
Who is in charge of the clear water and green hills?
Birds with fallen flowers always hurt people.
Gu Song, Cooper, bamboo.
You can learn from words and deeds.
Lang Yue Qingfeng nostalgic fish
Reading poetry in residual mountains and water
Fusang will ride a whale this day.
When will huabiao become a crane?
The butterfly became a dream of death.
The crane's voice is still sad and empty.
An ambition to rise to the top of the world
In the sky, a white jade building first appeared.
The wind is sad and the willow is sad.
A cuckoo crying in the moonlight.
There is bamboo rustling in front of the window.
No one in the seat went to Yuhua.
Running water and sunset always hate each other.
A hundred years of sorrow
White jade symbols are badly needed in the sky.
There are few asteroids in the world.
Flowers bloom with wealth, and Qiu Guang is broken.
Years are like summer, and the room is cold.
In early spring, the flowers go to rouge.
The soul disappeared and the dream came as a surprise.
Every man dies.
Do everything with your heart
Tears melted the soil.
Sad songs suddenly sounded at dusk.
The mourning hall has no loyalty.
You should know that there is blood in the world.
Please look forward to it and go down in history forever.
Recommend Xuanyuan by sprinkling blood drops
A giant pen can't do a thousand things.
Tears show no sadness.
I don't believe in weather.
But sadly, the world has become a superstar.
The whole world is crying for martyrs.
Please be loyal to the spirit of nine days.
Tears roll thousands of lines and the ground is wet.
Crying in the dusk.
The cold wind added grief.
Sunset always kills the soul.
The whole city is crying and wailing.
Flowers are everywhere.
I was shocked to hear that mayor had heartbroken liver.
Endure watching the stars fall into the sky.
The stars sink in a hundred days and never die.
When the wind blows, the rain will not be light.
Dantong Huang Quan Wu Ke branch
I like to see my name in my heart.
Qingshan pian Yuan Jun Wu
Silver flowers bloom for you
The sword of three mountains is full of sadness.
Nine factions wave with hate.
Firecrackers are lonely
Sadness is always hard to get rid of.
Qianshan bowed his head in silence.
Wan Shui Yan Ming * * * blows.
Tears convection tears
Sad people send sad people.
Happy events are good for people's hearts.
Bored, worried, sleepy, sleepy
The moon shines on the cold maple, and the empty valleys and mountains weep.
Frosted grass, plain car, white horse is more injured.
It is difficult for people to see clouds immediately when they go to the lobby.
Playing the piano and tuning the strings is absolutely impossible.
The bamboo path is gloomy, and the dream is three nights.
Cloud Mountain is foggy, and autumn wind in Wan Li mourns a goose.
In the past 20 years, rain, spring breeze and piano books have been everywhere.
Thousands of miles away, the mountains are long and the waters are far away.
When the rain came, half the mountains and rivers were washed again.
Big stars help the wind and moon?
Loyal souls never die, a cavity warm spring rain.
Benevolence and ambition make the gods cry.
Four strings of maple leaves touch the end of the world in autumn.
Thousands of feet Shuigou Liuhe parting feelings in Xunyang.
Diamond glasses are lonely and desolate, listening to the autumn wind blowing leaves.
The sound of the brocade machine is silent and sad. Look at the empty photos of jathyapple.
literary and art criticism
Literature is the carrier of Confucianism ―― the function of literature is to convey truth or moral values.
Use historical records
Birds come out of the forest.
The font of cursive script should be vigorous and smart.
Adapt foreign things to the use of China.
Draw lessons from past achievements
the error of a moment becomes the remorse of a lifetime
Thousands of miles away
There are good reasons to support one's views.
That sounds reasonable.
Depressed and miserable
High emotions and excitement
accidental
make sense
Warm and affectionate
Poetry is as bold as the sky.
full of wild talk
A bitter tear.
Like shapes and beards
The body is complete and the mind is complete.
God of the wind
Poetry makes you cry.
Eye view of landscape shape
Handwritten landscape god
Seen from a distance, the mountains are colorful.
There is no sound near the water.
Spring is gone, but the flowers are still there.
Birds are not afraid of people.
Poetry expresses ambition.
Song? How does that sound?
Two sentences of three years.
I couldn't help crying when I read for the first time.
Theme no forbidden area
The author has a position.
Arranging clouds in a horizontal array
As straight as falling? dew
Long live the withered vine
As long as the snake is frightened.
The article is elegant and never vulgar.
Poetry and prose have their own gods.
Back to unofficial history from ancient times to the present
Stone wrote "Mountain Classic" in words.
Why don't you stop learning from the past?
Or like Sima in the historical garden
Poetic and picturesque, elegant and refined.
Learn from birds without vulgarity.
Be able to use poetry and books to handle political affairs.
The beginning of natural Taoism
The beauty of this poem comes from words.
Seeing before painting is really easy.
A friend who paints must be indifferent.
Mountain-like paper doesn't like peace
Hu Wei Chun Bing is really learned.
Great article on horseshoe autumn water
Shidao Buddha is not too thin.
Calligraphy is immortal, but it does not hinder obesity.
Read more pictures and poems.
Guqin is now listening to underwater sound.
Clouds of mountains and rivers are called rain.
The sun, the moon and the wall are all objects.
Follow the trail and get it.
Literature is real, and religion is god.
Wave the moon, wave the sun, wave the pen.
Write the immortal words of thunder
Divide one thousand dollars among each other.
Qu Yuan's Yi Sao has been handed down from generation to generation.
Su Shi sang The River of No Return.
Liu Yongyin, Xiaofeng and Canyue.
The dragon and snake counterparts written by Jia Xuan
On the inkstone of Ding 'an, thunder roared.
Shangshu is the ancestor of prose.
The Book of Songs is the end of poetry.
The eyes are the windows to the soul.
Books are wisdom?