Nalan Huiruo: Man Fang Ting Wen Yuan
Fragrant water flows, Mahu Lake beats the coast, and a leaf of HarmonyOS system is in full bloom. Catch a glimpse, somewhere tomorrow.
Autumn marsh and cold city rain, flying poetry cranes, happy. Bixi Brewing, Happy Jinse, Zuiyan asked men and women.
Walking in the street, Long Fu recalled warmly and missed the empty cup. Draw words, the breeze outside the window.
Cao Hui and Yu Sheng are intertwined, green branches are diffuse, and Li Bai is pink. Boil fragrant tea, practice sea blue butterflies, and sing lush greenery happily. (Including the names of 28 poets)
Autumn is gloomy: Man Fang Ting and Tong Huan.
The moonlight is hazy, the fallen flowers are hazy, and it is rainy in late autumn. It is autumn, but it is still warm to think of each other.
Elsewhere, the bright moon in the spring city is more affectionate than that and poetry. I have never met before, but I like to write together for a long time.
Today's spring is just the right time. Plum blossoms are in full bloom and enjoy the HarmonyOS system. Just looking forward to it, carefree and calm. Who wants to sue together, at home, in law. First of all, don't say that my work is not good, it's different from before.
Arrow of Sorrow: Man Fang Ting. The first page of the text (new rhyme)
The square wood sprouted, and the Duke of Zhou said that he had a dream and entered the beautiful garden with it. When the bamboo is hidden, the diameter is accompanied by orchid.
The strange wind shakes the old tree, and it has a son and nothing to lean on. Fish blow waves, husband is idle, and fun is at the lake.
The stars shine on the moon, the light floats and the shadows are dark, and the autumn colors are hazy. Hui Ruowu is skillful in talking about poetry and blue.
Like me, you feel at ease or can sleep easily. Looking for perfume, brewing peach blossom wine, and remembering Xishan warmly.
Clever Poetry: Man Fang Ting
If wisdom is fragrant, the green branches are faint, and poetry is often written. Unconsciously, the spring is full of Changting. A few thrushes compete for trees, and there are many butterflies and dragonflies. The flying cranes in the west are floating around, looming and flowing like elves.
Mahu closed his eyes, his home remained the same, and his words went with him. Just hope, the new word wine and good friends. Look for mountains and rivers, play the piano three times and forget your reputation. Chang 'an old man, a long-time guest in the world of mortals, sends affection in his dreams.
NININI: Man Fang Ting? Wen Yuan
Half of the HarmonyOS system, a boat with rosy clouds, is as beautiful as red leaves. Looking at it with a smile, Whelan knows spring best.
Clever words, perfume, riding on Mahu Lake and peeping at the shuttle. On the willow embankment, the green branches dance, and the bamboo is hidden and scattered.
A warm memory of a year, a faint shadow of falling flowers, floating clouds. Nine continents gather, and the initial illusion also leaves traces.
In the years of Meno, the stars shine and spread their wings. Wen Yuan Temple, at that time, the dream of Jinse will last forever.
A glimpse: Fang Ting and Wen Yuan have their own merits.
Song Yu is often cultivated after a long period of immersion in tang style, and Wen Yuan has its own beauty. Call friends, be diligent and cultivate one's morality.
My graceful figure is elegant and clean, without a trace of ice and snow. True feelings, quiet sincerity and far-reaching, ambition wins Qingyun.
Ci is like cardamom, Nalan's character, and the soul of Hui. Love a song and sing the world of mortals.
Laugh for a few degrees, and write beautiful poems in the Spring and Autumn Period. Li Zhuo, the number one in the world, dances in Kunlun.
Ji Yang Yu Yi: Yan
Poets from all directions, ink friends from all directions, home is full of words. One call and one hundred answers, and the tide of * * * was born.
Talented people call the wind and call the rain, carrying paper and inkstones, and the water is surging. Women in red makeup, confrontation between men and women, and scholarly brocade are all lofty sentiments.
The lyrics are beautiful, symbols are used to receive sentences, and pens are used to raise disputes. * * * Lanzhou, sail and break the waves. There is a lot of fun here. Qi Huan teases and sings. The spring breeze bathes, the grass is blue and white, and the gas field is magnificent.
A brave man becomes a fool: Man Fang Ting's home of literary friends.
Ink dance is swaying, rhyme is playing, and Sao Peng is from west to east. Spring Garden appeals to both refined and popular tastes.
The earth is far and wide, the words are beautiful, and the stars and the moon flow. Seek each other, draw bones with pearls, and carve dragons with hundreds of dragons.
Delicacies and delicacies, choose their essence, complement each other and have the same illusion. Into the clouds, the instructor smiled and made the finishing point.
Friends who have never met before, go back and pour nectar into the bushes. Qixia Yunyun, people carry autumn fruits and get drunk all over the river.
Zutian: Man Fang Ting? Ci garden
The writer's heart, the wish of the poetry group, and the words will be friends with the countryside. Looking at the distance from the aperture, the rhythm is water and sky.
What is plain and sunny love? There is a good saying, rolling mountains. There is a bright moon in the moon, a water mirror at night, and a shadow curtain.
How many degrees of time, spring, summer, autumn and winter, minute by minute. Just picked it up, red, orange, yellow and green. You can send Ching Tien * * * dance, with words and friends to comment on the piano. Spring is always there, and so is the country. Trees refer to sunny days.
Old Tree: Man Fang Ting sings the light with her dreams.
Words transmit sound, poetry pursues love, and words are indifferent and affectionate. All love except summer, autumn and winter. Hot flashes often include showers, and after sunset, clouds and months rush. Fruity, dark and snowy, with white spots and plum blossoms.
Starlight around the window, overlooking, poor writing. See Korea smile, let go is often borrow Feng Gang. A few short poems about Long song, for the sake of harmony, for the sake of sentence refinement, are all empty. On a sad night, lanterns singing dreams hang in the warm current.
Huang Wei:
1, Mann Fang Ting. Lvji Diandong
Laughing and leaning sideways, the lotus pond is covered with green fields. Mulberry is very interesting and flies around in summer. Shilixi Lake Garden, next to Hongqu Pavilion and Jiuqu Bridge. Memories of looks, restaurants and drunken nights.
The years in eastern Yunnan are light, and it is difficult to linger in the twilight. In 78, Qianshan was in solitary smoke. But thanks to Shan Juan's understanding, she left the plateau and returned to Sichuan to choose a job. Meet again, make friends, and ask for bitterness.
2. Man Fang Ting. Chu Xu blushed.
The morning rose, the clear Wan Li cloud broke, and ten thousand red sea roses fell. Love is infinite, and lovers snuggle. Listening to the magpie language in the forest is more charming and rippling. On Castle Peak Day, a cool breeze blows gently, and the girl knows it with a smile.
In the spring and autumn three years, I revisited the old place. In sadness, the charm of yesterday floats. Tears whispered: Count from the beginning, like a dream? Sad to leave, selling wine, lonely.
Shen Jian: Man Fang Ting? He Jiang Li Biao Muslims
China is majestic and famous, and its rivers are halal. Heroes have existed since ancient times, and the history of books is different.
Looking at three mountains and five mountains, talented people come forth in large numbers and beautiful women are like clouds. Huge chapter, dream chapter, iron and blood cast a loyal soul.
Looking for the Millennium, the smoke is long, and the horse steps on the sand. Whip refers to the journey.
A blueprint Dan Juan, with lofty sentiments and skillful hands. Whoever attacks will be deported, Jian asked Gan Kun.
Mu Yijun: Man Fang Ting and Qiu Mouning.
The dead trees are westerly, the clouds are scattered in the north, and the moonlight is silent. It's cool outside the window, and the blue light is thin.
In various ways, it is lonely after all. Looking at dusk, I shed tears several times.
How much hate is floating, the world of mortals has passed, and the rain is weeping and lingering. Recalling that dark stage, Jiao Yan Wanhong was surprised. I still remember flying together and being intoxicated in the flowers. Heartbroken, sad and happy dreams, quiet autumn eyes coagulation.
Fragrant Rose: Man Fang Ting. Memories of spring (new rhyme)
Tender willow smoke, peach vomit, canoe wind. The blue waves are rippling, the clouds are light and the wind is light.
Looking around, there are clusters of purples outside the pavilion. At the railing, overlooking the old garden, the rain is hazy.
Time is like a dream, and it comes and goes in a hurry. When do you hate it? Flowers bloom and the moon falls, full of affection. * * * Have a wonderful moment, have a short meeting, and embrace sadness and joy. A glass of wine, let bygones be bygones, how to pay for jokes?
Zhong Haijun: Man Fang Ting.
Dead trees fly red, stone steps are green, and small gardens are fragrant. Bloom orange, Joan Rui fragrance. A few azaleas are white, and more are pale yellow. In spring, the sun is warm, the wind is gentle, and the butterfly dance is busy.
Good words spring rain is expensive, like smoke and fog, nourishing clothes. In a blink of an eye, the white clouds are green and red. Such boundless beauty, dare not mistake, turn over the soil and divide the seedlings. Who would have thought that now that I am old, I only love farming and mulberry.
Lin Zhongshun: Man Fang Ting? Spring (new rhyme)
Old Yan Hui Liang, the wind blows on his face, and peach blossoms cluster into shadows. Deep in the green forest, broken bamboo shoots contain gold. When the mist flows, you will feel the sound of Tao and nature. The bamboo fence is high, covered by the morning sun, and it is miserable.
Intestinal muscles are even hungrier when they listen, and the smell of cooking smoke can tell that the smell of home attacks people. Stop fooling around, the yard is colorful. * * * This morning and night, rain and dew, grace and quilts, generations to come. Flowers are letters, poems are written by whoever sends them, and geese look at Xu Qiushen.
I don't know what to say: Man Fang Ting-floating life has no rest.
I went to Hong Fei in winter, and came to Yanwu in spring. The mountains were covered with green. Without a heart, a good scene is more appropriate.
Looking at the window at dusk, sighing, like a lonely moon. In the old days, you can't turn back, unlike when you were young.
This body is not old, time is not old, and the road is difficult to walk. Laugh at anyone, frivolous and not envious of fame.
It's hard to blame leisure and worry about the night, just sitting in the dark. Floating dreams, waking up after drunkenness, never stop.
Wind for you: Man Fang Ting, spring is bleak.
Bloom flowers fall, lovesickness folds willows, and the painting hall is full of love. Recalling the return of Hongyan by the window.
How many fireworks are beyond reproach, just like a dream. To be fair, Chun Qing is as hot and cold as water.
Spring is tired and lazy, and the first green willows seem to meet again. I never thought people were like grass and wind.
Once deja vu, but it's all gone. In the spring breeze, there are peaches and plums in the ceremony, and the branches are full of shame.
Hancheng: Full of Fang Ting? Who knows? (new rhyme)
Chase butterflies on the ridge, catch crickets on the long embankment, and Shao Hua is light-footed Singing flies far away, smiling like a flower. The purple swallowtail butterfly spread its wings and led the skirt through the gazebo. Hold one's head high, warm the duck and play in the water, and make waves at dusk.
It was a dream when I woke up. I am angry with the bright moon and blame the morning bell. How can we make rouge charming forever? Although the ambition in the later period was tough, it lost to the cold wind. Spring rain, pattering, read my heart.
Unparalleled: Acacia Fang
The moon is in the sky, the clouds are rolling and the vicissitudes are endless. When Iraqis are far away from home, they often think of their youth.
I lament that the breeze comes alone, has nowhere to send it, and misses the sky. The future is boundless and the journey is far away. How much do you dare to ask?
Tea nostalgia is a thing of the past, and I look forward to sharing it with you. Thinking is like the sea, when can we meet again? There is no news of Jiali, and a thousand tears are hard to find Empty sorrow, a few degrees in the spring and autumn, nowhere to talk about Jiangdong!
Sheng Xue: Full of Fang Ting. White peony
Lu Jiu Xinhua, Luoyang old spectrum. Know people, take care of people, and care about people. It was quiet at first, just like walking on the moon. In the corner of the light, I half rolled sadly. When the branch is invited, it is slow to move in the morning.
Frequent sympathy, Yuhuan charm, jade version spirit. Indulge, sweet as a butterfly. Don't wake up your deep feelings, falling into English will hurt your spring. For me, I am afraid that the flowers will fall asleep and Dai Yue will lean against the garden gate.
Shen Jian: Man Fang Ting? There is Lantian in the dream.
The fence wall of the thatched cottage, the romantic bamboo creek, and the comfortable pen and ink are clear. Willow is a boat, bringing wine and flowers.
Wu Gou, who was drunk, looked down at it and sang a song to celebrate the New Year. Asked in the song, carefree and quiet, there is Lantian in the dream.
Wake up three ways, sunny flowers shine on the water, warm jade makes smoke. Bai Ou dance, Qingjiang reflects clouds.
Wandering articles, writing poems, living in seclusion in Taoyuan. Hoe the lotus, plow the forest and cook the flavor, and plow naturally.
Yufeng 99: Man Fang Ting, thin wine to pour the wind.
Thin wine pours wind, clear words and tears, and cold smoke cools trees and boats. Fallen and trivial, sigh and broken dreams.
I've been exhausted for half my life. Looking back, it's hard to swim in the old place. Drunk singing, sunset fading, loneliness telling sadness.
After passing the coast of Linzhou Anzhi, I looked north. I thought of the Ming Dynasty, and I lived for several years.
I am particularly afraid of the sunset snow in Qian Shan, the death of Zhu Yan, and the softness. Now, love is bright and Fang Qiu is full of charm.
Zhang Chengyu: Fang Ting, a man, has breasts when Ying Chunhua takes pictures.
Ten-foot beam garden, surrounded by Xie Yan, has been repaired inside and outside the east wall. Vaguely frosty snow is not as good as clear water. When it's time to lean on the railing again, the mud disappears and the crescent moon is like a hook. Because who asked, Bloom was early, but he didn't have time to be early.
Ying Xiao Wo, an old friend, never washes his blue hair, but never leaves his white hair. Green snail, three colors can be stolen. Talk is fleeting, don't give up easily, and there is no basis for advancing and retreating. Friend, Tianya is here, and I walk with me.
There is sunny snow in the western hills: flowers are like flowers, and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Flowing water tunes songs, mountains and trees are fragrant, and the garden is full of words. The wind is intentional, and the willow is dark. There is resentment against snow in the corner, but you can enjoy the grass and vines. Three thousand trees, red, orange, yellow and green, are in full bloom.
Heart is like rain, don't cut the mountain, write chunying. Not big, compatible with different rare sounds. Elegant piano music, erotic calligraphy and painting, humanity. Vertical and horizontal theory, Chyi Chin, Zhu Ziming.
Miho Akinuma: Fang Ting, time is as old as ever.
Yesterday in Xun Mei, it was time to explore willow trees. Mountains and rivers steal warmth, and green streams gurgle. No-load thousand generations, always like that, spring, summer, autumn and winter. Rain or shine, the sky is not old, and the sky is not angry.
Yunzhou is lying on the river, taking pictures in the clear waves, and enjoying himself. Looking around, the mountain peak was dyed green. Time flies like the old one, covered with dust, and comes and goes in a hurry. How red is the peach with vermicelli and little makeup in front of the mirror?
Shen Jian: Man Fang Ting? In the evening, Tao wins gold.
Set foot in the south, hold your head high in the East China Sea, and follow the western corner of the North Pole. In a blink of an eye, mountains and rivers pay idle songs.
Red sun, Yun Lan, ambition, vast waters, young mind. Hanging all my life, calmly bearing, riding a crane to visit Hanlin.
In the evening, the fragrance is melodious when I hear it. Bodhi tree, bloom is full of fragrance.
I hope to pray devoutly that everything in the world will be covered by fruits. It is better to do more good deeds than win gold medals.
Long Fu: Man Fang Ting.
Bold journey, miserable world, why not pour out romance. Running is like electricity, after which you can't steal it.
Big dreams linger for years, and when I wake up, I sigh, which is hard to pay for. Just in the spring sequence, make a flower, and you can stay for a few days.
The wind in the south of the Yangtze River is just right, crisp and green. Things here, like regret and greed.
I'm also afraid that there will be few Qingfeng-xiangguang fracture, and Can Cong Road and Huadi will be imprisoned. Peace of mind, ordinary beauty, canoe in shallow water.
Athena Chu: ManFang Ting-Freehand brushwork
People in the rivers and lakes, people at the grassroots level and people in the water and soil are all born by fate. When I feel like a dream, I feel like floating ping. Two cups of tea and light wine, all for that, shallow hatred and deep affection. In the world, the wind comes and the rain goes, and the most feared thing is to be helpless.
The mountains are heavy and the waters are numerous, holding fragrant flowers and jumping into the lake. I also heard that blackbirds and orioles. Seeing the countryside is so enjoyable and poetic. It turns out that in the depths of the soul, the candle is bright.
Arrow of Sorrow: Man Fang Ting. Birthday feeling
Shan Ye smells fragrant, makes friends with Jiang Lou, and spring shines in Mo Fuchun. What's wrong with light wine?
Look at Li. Thank you. It was a long time ago. Although the name is not confusing today, I am still confused in retrospect.
The dust is over half, the flowers are bright and the flowers are dark, and the bags are collected. Or after that, I should change my heart.
There is still a little frivolity in this poem's song. Harmony with its customs, greed for pleasure, greed for its benefits, and only the Tao is ordinary.
The leaves are green: Man Fang Ting, the idea of spring
The clear water is full of affection, the green hills are like smiles, and the east gentleman is harmonious. Only Liu Shumei, dike cage light smoke. Look at the red and green, it is clear that peaches and plums are blooming. Sitting in the flowers, the natural fragrance lingers, and the bees and butterflies are fluttering.
Love can't stay, time flies, and you are old. I hate you. I'm depressed. Explain the ups and downs of this situation, how many things, why not follow the fate? Marry a good marriage, fragrant flowers and purple flowers, and God lingers.
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