On Qixi Fu, He became an essay.
I miss my temples every day, and I am lazy to adjust my shuttle.
Lingfeng treasure is lost in the distant moon, reflecting narcissus cars crossing the river.
It seems that there is a suspicion of dragging Pei, and the cloud clothes seem to be dragging Luo.
The night is long, the road is endless, and the fragrance disappears and the sorrow disappears.
Gaozhai is idle, looking forward to Zhang Jiuling.
Gaozhai has a sunny scene, which extends the clear autumn.
Things move and think back, and the smoke forest is far from worrying.
I am a poor sea, and I am a poor official in this Zhongzhou.
There is no high foot in the road, so it is suitable to follow the current.
Ran Ran, 20 years old, has a heart.
When you sit down and cherish Fang, you rest, but stay for a long time.
Chen Xilie from Baiyun is in the provincial trial.
Mount Tai topped the Millennium, and Yun Qi Hanwang sealed it.
Instead of building a strange peak, I would rather touch the stone.
Although the forest is easy to get, it is difficult to show a saint.
Ran Ran's wall is clear and wild, and there are many shadows in Iraq.
Plain and not procrastinating, the coffin is from the dragon.
No matter what you study, you can do whatever you want.
Go out late at night and send a message to Pei Zhongcheng and Han Tao in Henan.
There is no policy of returning without paying back at present.
Ran Ran will be at dusk, sitting in Nan Zhou as a guest.
Before boarding Quesai Gate, I always looked at Cheng Yi Mo.
Changchuan is dark and empty, and thousands of miles are cold and white.
Home is in the west of Weihe River, suitable for the day.
I am determined to learn from birds, and I am proud of my ancestors.
Farewell, Lin Gu, * * * is a travel-stained service.
Making friends suddenly advances, and there is no play in heaven.
When I miss Garton, I will even drown.
Liu Changqing, Kong Chao's father, was sent to the Yu army.
The south of the Yangtze River is separated by smoke and waves, and the autumn situation is resurgent.
It is said that the whole army is conquering the north, and it is said that poetry is going to the South River.
There are many villagers and many cold green horses in Ran Ran.
* * * Xu's memory, knowing that his name has not been wasted.
I miss my hometown and give it to the owner of the car.
The king's affairs are too busy, and Ran Ran is just like a cloud.
For Ping Zi, who has retired, the rock club before the age of five is unheard of.
Wei looks for fireflies at night.
In the dark and windy month, the bamboo pavilion is quiet, and fluorescent lamps blow all over the table.
I still miss the night in my hometown and spend a year in autumn.
If you like reading, why do you travel by candlelight?
Ran Ran, a believer in the government, will go home when he recovers.
What is the package of Yan Bojun's boarding Taoist view?
Southern beauties can't go back, and Luoyang talents need the media more.
The snow in Chyi Chin came by accident, and the breeze in Lop Nur was about to break dawn.
Ran Ran is built by households, and the balcony reflects all the way.
Let me fly to the moon and become immortal, let me dream.
Du Fu of Yuhua Palace
The stream is full of pine, and the squirrel runs to the ancient tile.
I don't know what Wang Dian is, but it is under the cliff.
The dark room is filled with ghost fire, and the rotten road is full of sorrow.
All the sounds are really loud, and autumn is rustling.
Beauty is loess, and beauty is false.
At that time, he served today, so he was a stone horse.
Worry comes to sit on the grass, and tears are full of music.
Who is the elder in the trip to Ran Ran?
Du Fu of Fajing Temple
I was in danger in other states, and I was forced to work hard.
God hurts the mountain and walks deep, and worries about breaking the cliff temple.
Chanjuan is fresh and clean, and Xiaochan is cold and cold.
Back mountain root water, Ran Ran scattered rain.
It was cloudy in the morning and I vomited again on the first day.
Zhu Zan is semi-polished, with numerous households.
Forget the early stage, it's already noon.
I was summoned by the rules, and the micro-path stopped walking.
Answer Cen Can's vacancy and offer Du Fu.
Graceful, forbidden, go to a different place.
After you go with the Prime Minister, I will go to East China.
The willow branches in Ran Ran are green, and the stamens in Juanjuan are red.
An old friend got a good word and gave it to Pulsatilla alone.
Gu yi Jiang lie
Zhang, drive upstairs.
Draw concentric birds with opposite flowers.
The spring breeze is pitiful, blowing green windows.
I feel empty. Where is your heart?
2. Poems with the word Xiao Wen, curling plum blossoms, and ceramic art are countless.
Wen relies on Xiang curtains to roll flowers and shadows, and Tao plays with dragons and swords to release lofty sentiments.
Moire is full of scenery, and rhythm rises from the mountain with music.
Dream autumn poetry is thin, and literary musicians have high voices.
Dreams are like seeing a beautiful woman, and Wenhua is wearing a light pace.
The rainbow disappears in the rain and the stars turn around.
After the rain, Chu Qing steamed with mist, and the rugged road became more and more charming. Moire is full of scenery, which rhymes with the mountains.
Dream autumn poetry is thin, and literary musicians have high voices.
Dreams are like seeing a beautiful woman, and Wenhua is wearing a light pace.
The poem with the word "Rui" is dedicated to Gong Liu. Bandits live in bandits' health, but fields are borders. It is accumulation, storage and food. When you are stuck in the bag, you can think about it and use it up. With the bow and arrow stretched out, you can go out and save your strength.
Gong Liu in the Dream Garden is both ordinary and complicated. It is fluent and propagandized, but there is no eternal sigh. He is in Xun, and he is returning to the original place. Why take a boat? And Yao, and that knife are all used.
When I was in Gongliu, I lost Baiquan and looked forward to the original work. I am in Nangang, and I am buried in Beijing. I am in the wilderness of the capital, and I am traveling in Shilu. I said it then, I said it then.
Du Gong Liu, in Jingshi Post, made many mistakes and gave him several banquets. As long as he is obedient, he will be his Cao Cao. He held a whip in prison and used it at will. He ate and drank, which is the rule of the monarch.
Gong Liu, the commander-in-chief, has both Pu and Long, both landscapes and hills. Watch its yin and yang, watch its flowing spring. Its army has three orders, and it is in situ, and it is food. It's the sunset, the land of Into the Wild.
Gong Liu, the commander-in-chief, waded into the Weihe River in Guisige and took effective measures to forge. It is rational to stop the foundation, so many people have it. Seize its imperial stream and trace it back to its source. Stopping a trip is a secret, just like Rui.