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Poetry: sigh Zhang Heng, the fire is flowing and the grass is singing. The first frost covered the trees and grass. Autumn is very long. Thinking of beauty and worrying about screen camp. Huang Tingjian, a shepherd boy, rode an ox far beyond Qiancun, and the wind blew his flute obliquely.

How many fame and fortune guests in Chang 'an, organ failure is not as good as that of Jun, Huang Tingjian, the son of South Hunan, said that he would seal Hou, and Long song, Piccolo, lived alone in the building.

Everything goes with the wind, take a break and go to the south of the circus to play.

Don't stay up late to urge the wine, the smell of wine seems to be drifting away this autumn.

The flowers smiled at the old man's head, ashamed, and the white-haired flowers were puzzled Wang Chongdao sent fifty daffodils and Huang Tingjian's Ling Boxian dust socks and walked lightly on the water.

Who recruited this heartbroken soul and planted it as a cold flower to send sorrow?

Sweet body wants beauty, and mountain alum is the younger brother.

Sitting is really annoying, and I laugh when I go out. Spring is a sunny day in Hao Cheng, with flowers and willows beside it.

At that time, people didn't understand my inner happiness at this moment, thinking that I was learning from young people and taking advantage of the good opportunity to steal. Traveling to the suburbs is a matter of course. When Cheng wandered in the wild, spring entered the surrounding mountains and gardens.

Chasing the red petals of the wind in the breeze and passing through the swaying alleys; When he feels sleepy, he sits on a mossy stone and rests by the stream.

Sue shouldn't refuse this cup of wine, and don't let the most sincere heart drink it. I'm afraid the wind will blow flowers and pieces will fly everywhere.

Besides, it's Tomb-Sweeping Day today, and it's met with fine weather. It's very suitable for sightseeing, but you can't leave. In autumn, Cheng Hao idles and goes to bed, which makes her red.

Everything is complacent when you are quiet, and you are happy when you are with people at any time.

Tao passes through the material world and thinking enters the abnormal situation.

Wealth is not slutty, poverty is not happy, and men are heroes here.

In midsummer, the willows in the Cheng Hao louver basin are shining brightly, and the shade of tung trees is still green in early summer.

The deep curtain is shining with incense, and there is a strict voice in the silent hall. Plum blossoms in Wang Mian in March, the east wind blows away the snow, and the mountains in Hunan are as green as drops.

No one sees Qiang Guan, and countless plum blossoms fall on the wild bridge. On Zhao Yishi's poetry, full of vitality, turned into a monarch, a heavenly work, and smart and innovative every day.

Promote 500 years of new ideas and a thousand years of feeling. When Zhao Yi was young, learning languages was full of hardships.

It takes three minutes and seven days to study before you get old. On Zhao Yi's Poems: I'm not talking about poverty, because I don't think poetry works.

Bear fish laugh at themselves and are greedy. He wants to work hard, but he is afraid of poverty.

In autumn, Hao Cheng washes away rain and sunny days, and leaves in Jason Wu report the sound of autumn.

Qi rises from the twips room, and the wind blows to Baipingzhou. The moonlight at the head of Zhao Mengfu Creek is as white as sand.

There are ten thousand houses near the water tower.

Who blew the jade emperor into the night,

Don't listen to backyard flowers when you are sad. If you want more, ask again.