Poems with the word Ning.

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Cold phase urges. Warm phase urges. When you urge to open, when you urge to thank. Ding ninghua put it late.

Blow the trumpet. The flute sounded. Blow the south branch and blow the north branch. Xue Fei in Ming Dynasty

Not cold, not awake, not quiet, not far away.

Wang Renyu

It is better to brag that the bell has rung than to be urged by Yato. I drank countless Taiwanese accents with all the students in the spring.

Wei Zhuang

Liu Ling shunned the world only for Shen Zui, and Ning Qi sang when she was injured. Spread out like a cloud

wei yingwu

It is better to bid farewell to the old place than to say goodbye to frequent exchanges. Send an ordinary servant to the palace, but go to the west.

Bai Juyi

It is better to walk three miles than to have a drink with Liu Lian. The profusion of red flowers under the Nanli River in yuquan temple often makes me feel sorry for writing poems for tourists.

Liu Yuxi

I'd rather know that Chukesi is a son, and I also hope to sing Li Youlan in the north. In early spring, I sent a letter to Si Nuo asking him to send a doctor to Lizhou to find Yuan.

Suddenly took a book and traveled to imperial academy, preferring to work with attendants rather than be enlightened. Send Yang VIII I.

Rongyu

It is better to know that hookahs will be sold every day, and then there will be autumn recommendations in the garden. Chenzhou heard the news and returned to the palace.

Li jianxun

Yining will use it, and the imperial questions will be given to the old monk first.