A micro-official is as cold as a bed stone, and going abroad is like losing a baby.
it's not surprising that I'm used to floating clouds and wanting to talk, and it's full of poems.
I don't know how to get drunk in the king's city. Zeng Guofan (November 26, 1811-March 12, 1872), whose first name was Zicheng, whose word was Bo Han, was born in Yangshuping, Xiangxiang County, Changsha City, Hunan Province (now belonging to Heye Town, Shuangfeng County, Loudi City, Hunan Province). An important minister in the late Qing Dynasty, the founder and commander-in-chief of Xiang Army. Strategist and politician of Qing Dynasty, founder of the "Xiangxiang School" of prose in late Qing Dynasty. One of the "four famous ministers of ZTE" in the late Qing Dynasty, the official was the governor of Liangjiang, the governor of Zhili and the university student of Wuyingdian, and he was awarded the first-class Yi Yong Hou and called Wen Zheng.
Zeng Guofan sent a generous letter and stayed in the pavilion for more than three days. I saw the snowflakes falling at night, but I didn't want to be with people. When the tile is dry, it begins to sing, and the ridge gradually wants to hoe. The legacy of the Liangyuan Garden in Gaohui is better than that in the past. In the Spring and Autumn Period, when there is no wheat, it is a book, and the situation is complicated by autumn fields. A snow came to save Jiao Yi, and a thousand boxes begged for help. Eliminating residual and warm boils was not a medicine, and it eroded all over Chen Gen without hoeing. I'm still afraid that the village is not full, so I'll try to call the farm nursery and ask what. Cocoon paper has made a few mistakes in the court, and Yang Hua has not been in spring. Product with Ping Ye points, dance letter breeze for dense sparse. The solution makes the tourists like a shot, but it still turns the birds into hoes. * * * It's amazing that you can't learn, and the creation is unintentional. -Su Zhe's Three Poems of Happy Snow are Fresher than Zijun in Song Dynasty
Three Poems of Happy Snow are Fresher than Zijun
Su Zhe in Song Dynasty began to read the full text ∨ sent a wide letter and stayed in the pavilion for more than three days.
I saw snowflakes falling at night, but I didn't want to be separated from others.
at the beginning of tile-drying, the sound of cymbals began to sound, and the ridge gradually wanted to hoe.
The legacy of the Liangyuan Garden in Gaohui is better than that of others. If I had known that Ci and Fu were similar.
in the spring and autumn, when there is no wheat, the situation is worse than that in the autumn field.
One snow comes to rescue Jiao, and a thousand boxes beg for help.
It was once a non-medicine to eliminate residual and warm boils, and you don't need to hoe them all over Chen Gen.
I'm afraid the village is not full. Try to call the farm nursery and ask what to do.
There are a few mistakes in the cocoon paper shop, but the flowers are still lingering in the spring.
with Ping Ye, we can compete with each other, and the dancing letter and the breeze are close to each other.
the solution makes the tourists like a shot, but it still turns the birds into hoes.
*** It's amazing that you can't learn, and the creation has no intention. ▲ It rains for three days in the mountains, and the river is ten feet high. There is no state in the collapse, and the prostitute overflows and soaks Artemisia. I have a good time in the early morning, so I go out on my own. It's easy to get in the middle, so let's go next. Chickens and dogs extract graves, and cattle and sheep are imprisoned. The salary of the kitchen is scattered, and the rice is floating. Lying on the mat, you don't roll up, and you haven't peeled the cocoon yet. Old and weak, but sit back and watch, Lu Li will escape safely. Moving to * * * is disturbing, and the momentum is surging. I'm sick together, and I'm sorry for my life. Sunny days comfort people's wishes, and cold winds send waves. The old toe of the hedge mountain, the clam remains flat and high. It's hard to escape without choosing a place. Hu Wei is bitter and sorrowful, and two hairs are born in one night. -Song Dynasty Su Zhe's "Jiang Zeng"
Jiang Zeng
Song Dynasty Su Zhe
Start reading the full text ∨ Three days of rain in the mountains, the river is ten feet high.
the state house collapsed, and the Artemisia scoparia was soaked in adultery.
I'm comfortable in the early morning, so I go out and do my own exercises.
zhongpeng has changed easily, so let's go next.
chickens and dogs pick graves, but cattle and sheep are over-fenced.
the salary of the kitchen is scattered, and the rice is floating.
lying on the mat does not roll up, and the cocoon is still reeling.
old and weak, but sit back and watch, Lu Li will escape safely.
immigration is disturbing, and the momentum is surging.
I have the same illness, and I feel sorry for my life.
a sunny day comforts people's wishes, while a cold wind sends waves.
the old toe of the fenced mountain, the clam remains flat and high.
it's hard to escape from the right place.
Hu is bitter and sad, and two hairs are born in one night. ▲ Come to the mountain, and the mountain is beautiful. Don't go back to the lake, and the lake is bright and blue. Excuse me, boating across the lake is not like climbing a mountain. Gao Huai is tired of the market, and he forgets his worries when he is far away. The eyes are green to the secluded people, and the face is muddy and red. Dust disentangled the net, and the universe was a safe home. It seems that there is no camp, and who can blame this? Well, after a long separation, I want to go to the opposite side. What's the point of staying? It's dark in the air. -song dynasty su zhe's
the second rhyme is from Jingshan to Suhu Lake, and the second rhyme is from Jingshan to Suhu Lake, heading for Jingshan Mountain.
when you return to the lake, the lake is bright and blue.
Excuse me, how can a boat across the lake be like climbing a mountain?
Gao Huai is tired of going to the market, and forgets his worries when he is far away.
the eyes are green to the secluded people, and the face is muddy and red.
the dust disentangled the net, and the universe was the safe house.
it seems that there is no camp, and no one can dispute this idea.
after a long separation, I want to go to the opposite side.
what's the point of staying? It's dark when you're surprised in the air.