On the seventh silk, the cold wind in the pines.
Listen to the piano
Don Liu Changqing
White madness, broken dust, green carpet falling.
Two freehand brushwork poems
Tang Morong
On the top of Dongling Mountain in the cold month, bamboo roots are sparse.
Looking at the west garden at midnight and the bright moon.
Liutang Zongyuan
The eternal melody of precious colors
Butterfly lovers, drunk books, moon rain and rock waves.
Song Xin qi Ji
Sitting in the water, watching the dust rustling.
Shan quan Jian cha you Huai
Tang Bai Juyi
I would like to ride the wind straight out of the clouds.
Climb Taibai peak
Tang Libai
Ling Ran Xia Zi Award, fruit tips.
Mount Emei
Tang Libai
Who caused resentment by choking on food, Qingling bowed to bandits.
kite
Tang baorong
The sound of the stream is endless, and it is full of wild flowers.
moonlit night
Old Tang Huashan
Green Xiling, faint waste smoke.
Gaoyangtai Xihu Chunyi
face
Birds make fun of the new festival, and the wind sends away the rest.
"Two Poems by Tian She in the Spring of Guimao"
Wei Yuanming
Noisy as knocking on Yu Pei, clear water like a drop of fragrant spring water.
Spring is beautiful and the first day is warm.
Don Ouyang Jiong
The voice is slow and ticking.
More leakage, original intention
Wang qingfuzhi
Please sing for the wanderer, why are you sad?
The other four poems
Han Anonymous
Lv Yun Ran Ran powder is evenly distributed at the beginning, and Yuluxiang is introspective.
Yulouchun Bailian
Wang qingfuzhi
Flowers and mist flow in the courtyard, and children cry tree warblers.
Two walls of shushan building in spring festival evening
Tang guanxiu
The high pillow dragon held the coffin on his back and looked around; It's freezing, the rain splashes robes, but the wind blows people's feet.
To see the waterfalls in Liang Shi.
Qingyuanmei
The audience is the Queen Mother, Lingling and the harp.
Ascending to heaven will make Lu.
Guangxi in early Tang dynasty
Ling Ran's committee is lightly controlled, and he is reunited with you.
Li, Assistant Minister of Ministry of Industry and Information Technology, met Sima.
Tang Quanqi
I lost my flute in the west, and I whispered a few complaints about spring.
Chord tone Xiang Xue Mei Ting
Song Zhou Mi
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