Half muddy and half clear, leaning on Zheng to sing Guangling prose,
The cold sword silently listens to the wishes of the gentleman and despises the world to laugh. Proud smile, the world of mortals, nine rounds of different spectrum debut again
(Jiulun Spectrum 18)
Flying swords can be shocking at first glance, but they can't be heard when they are turned over.
Where there is poverty now, there is no injustice. If the heart is flowing and not contaminated with dust,
I believe the rain and fog are swaying. Proud and light,
Laugh at ordinary love.
Pink is hard to communicate,
The world is lonely. Sing till withered
Ao: I have an eyebrow ruler, and first frost is well known all over the world. I can punish Wanli for doing evil, but I can't break my sideburns.
Withered: stepping out of the northern city profile, the tomb is covered with dragons, and no one collects the bones, which is regarded as the time to pour the country.
Ao: Those who are full of energy and in rags can't bear to see this state. It is also appropriate to live alone.
Fading: Playing the piano is fun, generosity is sorrow. Draw your sword and hit the column dragon.
Proud: Why cherish the singer's pain, but hurt his bosom friend?
Wilton: and heaven remains our neighbourhood, sigh that I died of illness. Fight against white clouds and frost
Knowing each other and pressing the sword,
Zhu men laughed first and played the crown.
Red dust buries red bones in anger,
Pride frost arrogance, defeat. Diaodongqu
Lots of eyes and blood,
Sad tunes, sad people,
Looking back at the broken piano and the sword,
It's always chaos. Yuan Dongqu presented a portrait of Ao Xiao with a poem.
You Tan Yi are always embarrassed now.
Magic Marriage Dream and Ginseng Dream
Waist willow falls first.
Tears are falling on the peach blossom.
Remember to wait hand in hand late at night
Stealing a wet shirt with tears secretly.
Looking back, where is the dust?
The Old Testament of the British Emperor talks about Yuan Dongqu.
Ten years of life and death,
Never think, never forget.
A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about.
Even if we don't know each other when we meet,
Face covered with dust, temples like frost.
When night comes, the dream suddenly comes home.
Xiao Xuan window, get dressed.
Care for each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears
It is expected that the annual sad place,
Moonlight night, short matsuoka. Diao haijun
Who comforts the long journey,
Mother's hometown is poor and her children are small.
I don't remember a glass of wine,
Charming bloggers should be used to it,
Always losing him,
Rain, rain,
Ice and snow,
It has been a long time. Reminiscent of the moon fairy
Half Zheng always follows the mud in the flowers,
Blade has become a forgotten poem,
Proud to laugh at the world,
The sad moon has since fallen to Tianchi. Leave this world with Yuan Dongqu.
Liver and intestines are rotten, there is iron in the furnace,
Fame is like snow falling into a fire pool.
It's hard to tell right from wrong,
Chastity is always far away. Sing to the sleeping clouds
Distant mountains should be lighter than near mountains,
Carrying the piano with Lao Song all day,
It is difficult to give up smoking in Sichuan.
Take off your robe and sit and watch the peak. Poems on Shu Yun's Tomb
When will the storm in the Jianghu calm down?
The piano is broken, and so is the sound.
The world of mortals has gone to the world of mortals.
If you don't take revenge, you will never be able to repay prosperity.
Don't leave claws in the snow mud;
Flying in the sky, the snow is endless;
It's all heartless things. There's nothing I can do. Proud smile, Bai Yunjiao's double poems recall the moon fairy.
(Thunderstorm 02)
If you keep Qin Zheng down, nothing is right.
What is the same and what is different,
The phoenix tree was half dead, and after the frost disappeared,
The white-headed mandarin duck lost her companion. Proud to laugh at the world of mortals and remember the old friends
(Yuecheng blood 05)
Don't let the dark clouds fall,
There are four seasons in the world of mortals.
After the storm,
Haze dyed autumn. Yuan Dongqu satisfiedly smiled.
It's raining in the west window again.
Who is the frequency interval, phase and anvil for?
Don't be sad when the pavilion welcomes autumn and leaves the palace to hang the moon.
Poetry is pervasive, laughter falls behind the fence, and children on earth.
It's even more bitter to write in the piano.