Song of Lushan Mountain
Last year, I went to see Lushan Mountain with a jade stick.
The distant mountains are like Youlong, half into the sky.
Looking around, no one is lonely, and five old people are like me.
Play the piano on the stone and look at the horizon.
The two musical instruments compete with each other, and Wu Chu is divided into the west and the east.
Hong Tao waves beat against the cliff and communicated with the Milky Way on the waves.
Suck in the stream, the mysterious apes clear their shadows, and the pines dance with the cranes.
When the wind blows, I can't stand it. I want to pick twelve green hibiscus.
The weak current was coming, so it was presented to Penglai Palace.
Xi 'e suddenly becomes very late and often looks for fairies in her dreams.
I don't know who took this scene now, but there is an old man under the tree with me.
Poems with pictures should be given to each other, which will make you feel fragrant and dewy in autumn.
The child repeatedly thanked the five old people. When will the liquor be cooked again?
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calamus
Three feet green and ancient.
Dance the wind and waves.
Long bridges have shadows, but dragons are afraid.
Running water grinds silently day and night.
The two sides of the strait are filled with smoke and murderous.
Play rain and fishing songs.
Qiu Lai is worried about a westerly wind.
What if I tried my best?
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There is no moon in Mid-Autumn Festival.
It is said that Guanghan repaired 83,000 moon axes and made up the missing ones in the dark.
I don't know why the seven treasures were synthesized, and the lonely light cave was completely dried up and eternal.
At noon in the middle of the night, the ritual is less than constant.
The wine glass is in a mess, the candle is not bright, and the world is separated by wind and rain.
Jade girls don't take advantage of Luan, and immortals stop cutting down trees.
Tianzhu is unattainable, where is Hongqiao? There is nothing the emperor can do. I want to cut the frog.
Ghost rabbit.
Sit and let the sky completely disappear, and the world is as green as ever.
Gold is a jade festival, and cars are rotten.
Outside the crystal curtain, the river is horizontal, and the shadows of trees are full of joy.
The cloud flag flew down Xuanwu, and the bluebird held books and newspapers to the queen mother.
But at the end of the year, I went on a trip and watched the dance of "Dress in a Dress and Feather".
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Chop with an axe
After cutting the group, I went to Fengchi.
Good workers and good instruments are assets.
He is good at taking him to heaven.
Turn at the first crossing.
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white mulberry
Cutting branches twice a year is the most bitter among thousands of trees.
I miss you for the country and the people, but I teach Taoli to listen to music.
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Wenshan Shangsi Poetry
I spent six years in prison for a cold sea boat on the cliff mountain.
On March 3rd, Du Yu, the east wind, the five tombs looked green in spring.
Emperor Mohua 56 wrote about the sorrow of Jiangnan.
At that time, the eyes of the pen were like tigers, and the ghosts cried at sunset.
Sail over, walk on a real ship, and hold the aojiang column to hold Nantian.
The sea of Guanling is stained with blood, and the old country looks back and the smoke flies.
In the yellow dust of the sixth house, the Han fire cannot be blown without light.
I am willing to learn from Chu all over, and I am willing to talk about it.
The thistle door is fragrant, and the blood in Chaicheng is deep in spring.
Open and loyal to the universe, the sky shines with ink.
Falling flowers eat cold food and wind and rain, spreading like dragons and tigers.
Pay tribute to the public again, don't read Lanting poems if you have wine.
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Dahu Guangda
I sent my resignation in the snow last year, and I was sad after reading it.
Who you make friends with is like gold, and the world is full of peaches and plums.
I saw a centenarian later, and he was still brewing.
The dregs are empty, and the whole world is drunk.
I am like a floating cloud, and it is difficult to be harmonious when I am drunk.
Heaven and earth are still endless, and a hundred years of grass is a skeleton.
Poetry is a worry for the liver and kidney, and it is wonderful to kill sheep for the pen array.
What is the pain in muscles and bones? A couch full of breeze for thousands of years.
Xiangyang satrap He Qiyu, Shen Bei praised arowana under the water.
Today, people are laughing at the change of Linggu, but what about Wu Zhi's death?
I'm worried about how wide it is. I'll watch it alone.
Foolish children can succeed, so I have nothing to do with honor.
The flowers should arrive early this spring, and I plan to step on the grass in the South Garden.
Looking closely at the sky in spring, thousands of flowers are blooming brilliantly.
ZhuangSheng happy for a long time, Ling Tao never hate haggard.
It's no use sipping if you're not drunk, but smiling will keep you safe forever.
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Go to Peng Yun Road in Guangxi.
Affectionate thanks for me, quarrying is like never ending.
Six years together is better than last night.
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Give Liu embroidered clothes by hand.
Qiubai embroidered Ichiro, and visited the south.
The new Qin county is in the city, and the mountains and rivers are the Han brocade halls.
Even the copper pillars in the sky are smoky and dark, the ground is connected with Zhu Ya, and the sea is yellow.
Don't say that there is little snow and ice in the drought, even great injustice should see it.
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There's no doubt about putting aside evil.
In the past, public losses were cleverly made.
Just taking advantage of others.
It will surely become a pillar of strength.
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Country name Wu Wushan Zixu Temple
Driving down Sakamoto in the morning, having dinner at Wumen in the evening.
Stop to hang historic sites, and the misty forest is faint.
Green mountains and seas come, if Youlong flows.
Near the bullring, Qi and Southeast swallow the stars.
Ten percent of the rows are very angry.
The sunset sees the sea color, and the wind is long and the clouds are rolling.
Mountain pepper carries a legacy temple and is still alive today.
The incense sticks to the wood, and the tree cries to clear the ape.
I came here not far from Wan Li to cherish the memory of this hero's soul.
Xu Jie belongs to the front line, and he wronged China people.
I am in Gusutai, full of thorns.
Who can talk about the trip to the deep palace elk?
Because of this, the hair stands upright and the leaves fall in succession.
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A song of complaint (see also Wang Xuzhou's collection).
The strings played the precious musical instrument of Su E, Tian Jun, and the wine poured down the Qiongbei in the blue sea.
Su Yi's seven treasures tassel sits in Sendai, and my 90% white jade.
Taiwan Province's high tent is warm in spring and thin in cold, with gold thread in the palm.
Fly with me, do not envy the joy of the world.
Year after year, the joy is endless, and the crow is yellow and white.
Rolling clothes is more shameful than being the daughter of the king of Qin.
Doesn't mean the years have changed.
Chu Liuxiang didn't cry for zhanghua fish, but the Han Palace endured listening to Nagato's geese.
In Nagato, autumn shadows are sparse, and fireflies are flying on the pink screen.
Moss dance mat dust cover the mirror, empty side leisurely looking for shoes.
Never young, the sun will dusk, disappointed with your kindness to abandon the middle way.
My heart is like a moon, I don't know, leaning against the clouds, tears hanging down my eyes.
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Chen sells fish songs.
The green walls of the promenade exude the fragrance of spring breeze, and thousands of green Yushu trees are favored by poplars.
The heavy rain wet the Yuanyang tile, and the flying catkins silently blew tenderness and coolness.
Hundreds of athletes spend sashimi, carved dragons, valerian, brocade and green scales.
The snake's son is tied to a spider's web and willing to be an idle middle-aged man.
The sideburns and moustaches were not frosted. Looking back the year before last, it was dangerous.
I'm tired of saying it's peaceful to leave Xin. I can't hide my blouse.
Weave it into bamboo yellow glaze and add lead powder to two eaves.
Spine oil cooked paper is finely ironed, chasing children to sell fish.
The small fish splashed all over the golden bowl, and the red Huang Yun was full.
Don't talk about money when you play, the sunset is about to fall into the hedge.
A son lied to him to hide his eyes and ears, so he told him again and again.
Two children peeped at their fish and cried with joy.
Later, the second daughter embroidered the door curtain and helped out Jinger to ask for help.
Sitting on the young woman is particularly envious, so all nine children are slim.
The painter painted endlessly and everything was like a play.
It's no use playing tricks on nature, only by buying a fisherman can you know.