The Song of Self-Ode? Lu you
shot an old firewood in front of the mountain. How dare he insult Jing Zhao in this life?
Miao Yuan's arm is folded three times, but his bosom friend's tail is half burnt.
I'm ashamed to peck at the wood in the tobacco area.
but it's better to make the poor die than to say that it's early.
9% of the palaces are colleagues in the summer evening. Tang? Li Qiao
Jieguan is divided into fields, and the platform stands to shoot peaks. Yingfan believes in Wei Ye, and the resort is calm.
Lin attracts the phoenix in the courtyard, and the spring belongs to the bamboo marsh dragon. Xiao Xuan constant * * *, nagasaka.
the wild cymbals play, and the mountain platform is filled with osmanthus wine. One shift shifts the day scene, and six shifts the night clock.
Mei Zao makes clear the rhythm of words, while Zou Tan Yao argues. The knot is good and rich, and the joint mining is too shameful.
I'm enjoying the reward in the hills for the time being, but I also hope that things will be lost. The wind and smoke are far and near, and fish and birds come and go.
the moon stream is thousands of feet high, and the clouds and cliffs are all heavy. The red mountain fruit of the tree is ripe, and the cliff green water is thick with moss.
I wish to grow willow in the west and pine in the north.
"Eight-tone Song for Chao Yaomin" Song Huang Tingjian?
in the cold sand of gold, I will see you sometimes.
a thousand years' worth of cypress on a stone, but it is too late to use it.
silk disorder can still be buried, but heart disorder cannot be cured.
when Zhu Zhai heard the footsteps, it was an old friend who came.
the bitterness is only leafy, and the water depth is difficult to wade through.
the earth bed is restless, like a bed lying ye ye.
leather and well work together, and keeping the road is not a fear.
straight wood is often cut first, and oak leaves will last forever.
two elegies by Qian zigao? Sima Guang
Wei Yewei learned from his family, and he was brilliant in shooting.
take a pill and cross the provincial pavilion, and break the bamboo to get the secretary.
it's too early to bury the jade, because it's a pity for the mountain.
Empty orders make officials and friends look after each other with tears.
"Song of Cutting Two Knives" Tang Lu Lun
My family has a knife, and people are like ghosts. When cutting is not dull,
is used for a three-year discount. The craftsmen in the south and the middle used steel, and then caused the plate to bend and hurt.
Forge and cut off two knives, and the snow front is frosty. The two deities are thin in autumn ice, and
when the blade is quenched, the toad scabbard is golden. The more halberd Wu Gou is not boastful, the more you cut the jade, the more you care.
I tried to grind the edge of the Han River in the Japanese experiment, and the sound of chestnut in my palm was cold. God was frightened, but he received it.
The blade head has spit a little smoke. The knife is like a knife, and the charm must hide the monster and be awed.
unless a good worker changes his shape, only the tailor will be entrusted with the suitcase.