A poem that begins at night.

"The First Spring" Li Shimin

Cold changes with poverty, and birds sing in spring.

Willow floats in the early wind, and plum blossoms bloom in the late snow.

Bilin green old bamboo, green marsh green new moss.

At the beginning of the day, the geese go and the tree warbler comes.

"Chu Qing Ending" Li Shimin

Sunset red talks about complacency, and Chu Qing is gratifying.

The sunshine is full of flowers, and the wind moves thousands of Cui Lin.

The fish in the pond jump differently, and so do the birds in the garden.

The well-informed sender knows what is beyond his ambition.

Mount Xi, Pak Tin Board, Ford, Li Shimin.

If the Red Wheel doesn't stop for a while, will Wu Fei stop again?

Cenxia gradually falls, and the stream is cloudy.

The leaves of hops rotate with the light, and the hearts of sunflowers tilt one by one.

The smoke at dusk contains the colors of trees and the sounds of birds.

September 10th Li Yu

When I wake up in the rain and autumn, I feel uneasy.

Yellow flowers are cold and not beautiful, and red leaves beat drums.

Back on earth, I can hate vulgarity, and I have not forgotten my affection.

Since the sideburns are all white, I'm surprised not to learn from An Ren.

Li Yu, a liar

Deep courtyard quiet, small courtyard empty, intermittent cold anvil, intermittent wind.

But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.

Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.

Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, bamboo shoots are lazy, and they cry for whom.

Meet in

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry.

Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy.

People naturally hate each other for a long time, and water flows east.

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook.

Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard, lock clear autumn.

Cutting is still messy, which is parting from sorrow.

It's not the general taste, it's in my heart.

Ruan Langgui Li Yu

The east wind blows water every day, and spring is long and idle.

Flowers are exhausted, wine is decayed, and songs are drunk.

Sleep in spring, put on makeup at night, and no one cleans up.

I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk.

Li Yu of Langtaosha

The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.

Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.

I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.

Alone at dusk, beside the aperture, the vast mountains and rivers.

It's easier to see when it's not.

Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

The past is only sad, but it is difficult to arrange the scenery.

Moss invaded the courtyard in the autumn wind.

A curtain of beads is idle, who will come all day?

Jin Jian has been buried and full of vitality.

On a cool night, the moonlight blooms.

I want to see the shadow of Yuta Yao Temple, and the sky shines on Qinhuai.

Yi Hu boiled fish

Just after evening makeup, Shen Tan should pay more attention.

Show people some cloves.

A clear song, temporarily lead the cherry blossoms to break.

The sleeves of the sleeves are still black, and the cup is deeply swirled by the fragrant mash.

The charming embroidered bed reclines.

Chew Red Velvet and laugh at Tan Lang.

Li, eighteen-rhyme rose poem, for Xu Xuan, assistant minister of Donghai.

Green shadows return to the secluded pool, and Fangfei is in April.

There are hundreds of orchestras and embroideries in the morning and evening.

Sheng cited the wall to see it all, and he was annoyed and moved again and again.

The dew is light and the colored pen is wet, and the bee sings the mustache by mistake.

The sunshine is exquisite and slow, and the wind shakes the jade curtain.

Early red floating moss, crazy vines hanging spider silk.

The tender thorns are thin, and the new grass hangs down.

The evening fragrance is hard to give up, charming and looking at each other.

Before and after the depth, honor and disgrace rise and fall.

It took me a long time to respect me, but I stayed late at the end of the month.

Where there are many buildings, fences are closely reflected.

Jiang Luo Lou is brilliant, with jagged jasper leaves.

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