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The window of the canopy is all the way at night, and it is lonely to sit alone and lock it. When I think of the past in the dead of night, my old dreams turn into melancholy like songs. ?
Yesterday's joys and sorrows did not disappear, but looking back, the dust settled. It's windy and rainy tonight, and the residual flowers cross the old bridge. ?
Whose daughter is so proud? Poetry and painting laugh before the sages. Young and frivolous, ignorant and ignorant, I feel ashamed to laugh again and again now. ?
For sixteen years, the boudoir study room has not let an urgent matter happen in advance. I love everything, and turned my eyes empty. I used to look up at the sky. ?
The sea is 10 thousand heavy, and the wind, flowers, snow and moon are the same. Wandering in the world of mortals, meet again in previous lives. ?
From then on, I hated each other, especially if it was a dream. Looking back, I smiled gently and I whispered. ?
No one leans against the railing in the middle of the night, and the thoughts of you are gloomy and cold. The end of the world is hard to see, and it is hard to see at night. ?
This feeling was as deep as the sea that day, and now I feel lost in retrospect. Worry-free years, tears of youth, the first taste of human sorrow and joy. ?
Jealous flowers and storms promote each other, and red leaves fall in two places. Qianshan is wandering alone. Who will send me old books?
Now that I have my own future, I only hate the uncertainty of reunion. Although there are winners in acquaintance, the new one is always inferior to the old one. ?
The fate is empty, and the mountains are green and red. Clouds and fog disperse people, and tears are urgent at the age of 20. ?
People who revisit the old place are different, and the falling flowers may not blame the east wind. It is better to pity the present, how many past events have been laughed at.
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The window of the canopy is all the way at night, and it is lonely to sit alone and lock it. Late at night, people think of the past, and the original dream turned into depression like a song.
Yesterday's joys and sorrows continued, and before I could turn back, the dust was far away. The wind and rain are bleak and painful tonight, and the residual flowers cross the old bridge.
Whose daughter is so arrogant? Poetry, painting and laughing at sages. Young and frivolous, ignorant and ignorant, now I am ashamed to laugh again and again.
For sixteen years, the boudoir study room has not let an urgent matter happen in advance. I love everything, and turned my eyes empty. I used to look up at the sky.
The sea weighs 10 thousand, and the wind, flowers and snow are the same. Wandering in the world of mortals, meet again in previous lives.
Running to follow this hatred is more likely to meet in a dream. Turn around slowly, smile gently, lower your head and lower your voice.
No one leans against the railing in the middle of the night and misses you. It is always difficult to appear near the horizon, leaving the nerd behind and thinking about the night.
This situation will get deeper and deeper every day, but now I look back blankly. Don't worry about the tears of youth, there are sadness and joy in the world.
Jealousy flowers and storms push each other, and red leaves fall in two places. Qianshan is wandering alone. Who will send me some books?
Now I have my own future, but unfortunately there is no fate to meet again. Although some people beat you, the newcomers are always inferior to the old ones.
Looking from the sky along the extinct head, the green hills outside the mountain are shining with bright red light. Clouds and fog disperse people, and tears seem to flow for a year.
Different people revisit the old place, and the flowers fall and complain about the east wind. It's better to be nice to the people in front of you at the banquet and laugh about the past.
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The life of the character
Zhang, born in Yangzhou (now Jiangsu), was born and died in an unknown year. From the middle of the 7th century to the beginning of the 8th century, Cao was a soldier in Yanzhou. His deeds can be found in He Zhuan, an old Tang book.
Zhongzong Shenlong (705 ~ 707) is as famous as He, He Chao, Wan Qirong, Xing Ju and Bao Rong in Kyoto. "The Whole Tang Poetry" said that he and (Yongxing people in Yuezhou, now Xiaoshan people in Zhejiang), Zhang Xu (Suzhou people) and Bao Rong (Yanling people in Runzhou, Danyang people and Huzhou people) are all very famous.
Kaiyuan is still alive There are only two of Zhang's poems in the whole Tang Dynasty. Among them, A Moonlit Night on the Spring River is a well-known masterpiece, which follows the ancient theme of Sui Chen Yuefu and expresses sincere and moving feelings of parting and philosophical life perception. The language is fresh and beautiful, and the rhythm is melodious, which washes away the thick powder of palace poems and gives people a feeling of clearness, emptiness and beauty.
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