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The unnamed time was long before I met her, but it has been longer since we separated.
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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
The opportunity to meet each other is really hard to get, and it is even more difficult to leave when leaving. Moreover, the weather in late spring, the east wind is about to close, is even more sad.
Spring silkworms don't spin silk when they die, and wax oil like tears can drip dry when candles are burned to ashes.
Women dress up in front of the mirror in the morning, only worrying that the plump bangs will change color and the youthful appearance will disappear. Men can't sleep at night, so they must feel Leng Yue's aggression.
The other party's residence is not far from Penglai Mountain, but there is no road to cross, but it is out of reach. I hope a messenger like a bluebird will visit my lover diligently for me.
Write to my wife in the north on a rainy night.
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When you ask about the return date, it's hard to say, evening rain, Manqiuchi.
When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night.
When you ask about the date of return, it's hard to say clearly. A night of heavy rain in Bashan filled the autumn pool. When to go home, * * * cut the candle flowers in the west window and tell them face to face what it's like to rain late.
Inlaid harp
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I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever? Before I knew it, it had come and gone.
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Thuben has twenty-five strings, but even so, every string and syllable is enough to express the yearning for that wonderful time.
Zhuang Zhou actually knows that he is just a butterfly yearning for freedom. Wang Di's beautiful heart and behavior can move Du Fu.
The shadow of the bright moon on the sea turned into tears like pearls.
Only then can Lantian in another place produce something as beautiful as smoke.
Those beautiful things and years can only stay in memories. At that time, those people thought those things were just ordinary, but they didn't know how to cherish them.
Letter to Secretary Ling Huchong
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You are the cloud of Songshan, and I am Qin Chuanshu, who has been away from home for a long time; Thousands of miles away, you sent a letter of sympathy.
Please don't ask me about the joys and sorrows of Lao Liangyuan; I am like a disease in the autumn rain, Sima Xiangru.
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You are Song Shanyun, and I am Qin Chuanshu, who has been away from home for a long time; Along the way, you sent a letter of condolence. Please don't ask me the joys and sorrows of this old guest in Liangyuan; Like Sima Xiangru, I got sick in the autumn rain in Maoling.
Leyouyuan scenic spot
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In the evening, I was unhappy and drove to Gu.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
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I was in a bad mood at night and drove to Guyuan.
The sunset is infinitely beautiful, buried by the coming night.
Chang'e
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The mica screen was dyed red by thick candles, and the Milky Way gradually tilted towards the morning star.
Chang 'e, I must regret eating the elixir, and now I am alone, in the blue sky, singing every night.
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The mica screen was stained with a thick candle shadow, the milky way gradually set and the morning star sank.
Chang 'e must regret stealing the elixir of life, but now she is chilling alone every night.
Jia sheng
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The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
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Emperor Wen of Han asked the relegated minister in the propaganda room that Jia Yi's talent and demeanor were unparalleled.
Chatting late into the night, Wendi moved his knees close to him, but unfortunately he didn't care about the people but only about ghosts and gods.
Frost moon
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Just beginning to hear the chirping of the southern geese, the chirping of cicadas has disappeared, and I climbed to the top, looking as far as I can, and the water is natural.
The frost goddess and the moon are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and pure in the cold and frost recreation.
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At first, I heard the chirping of geese traveling to the south, and the chirping of cicadas had disappeared. I climbed up the 100-foot-high building and looked as far as possible, and the water and the sky met.
In the middle of the month, the frost goddess Qingnv and Chang 'e are not afraid of the cold, and they are more beautiful and beautiful in the cold and frost.
Give a lotus flower
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People in the world have different descriptions of flowers and leaves. They plant flowers in beautiful golden pots, but regardless of the flowers and leaves, they fall into the soil and become dust.
Only the lotus flower is matched with red flowers and green leaves. The lotus leaf has a roll of Shu, and the lotus flower has a bloom, which is so perfect and natural.
Lotus and lotus leaf shine on each other for a long time. When the lotus leaf falls, it withers. What a pity!
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People in the world have different views on flowers and leaves. They planted flowers in beautiful golden pots, but left them in the soil and turned them into dust.
Only lotus flowers with red flowers and green leaves, lotus leaves curl and relax, and lotus flowers open and close, which is so perfect and natural.
Lotus and lotus leaf have set each other off for a long time. What a pity it is when the lotus leaves fall and wither.
The flowers have fallen
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Visitors to the High Court have been competing to leave; The spring flowers in the small garden are dancing in the wind.
The flower shadow is confused by the winding path; Overlooking the petal dance reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is too small to sweep away the fallen flowers; Looking forward to spring, but returning in a hurry.
Flower lovers who love flowers will naturally blame spring for leaving too early; When spring comes to an end, flowers and flowers only shed tears.
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Tourists on the shelves have rushed to leave;
The spring flowers in the small garden withered and fluttered around in the wind.
The shadows of flowers are uneven, and the winding paths are blurred;
Looking from a distance, it reflects the afterglow of the sunset.
My heart is broken, and I can't bear to sweep away the red;
Looking forward to spring, but coming back in a hurry.
Love flowers and cherish flowers naturally complain that spring leaves too early;
When the spring ends and the flowers fade, all you get is tears and clothes.