Back and forth, open it.
If you have to, you will have a history.
Five miscellaneous groups, one curtain bead.
Back and forth, serving in the middle of the room.
Last resort, hand over the letter.
Five miscellaneous groups, Lu Lingjun.
Back and forth, in the earthquake.
Have to go abroad. Li Dongyang (1447- 15 16), whose real name is Bin Zhi, whose real name is Xia, was an important official, writer and calligrapher in the middle of Ming Dynasty, and a core figure of Chaling Poetry School. Hu Guang was born in Chaling House (now Chaling, Hunan) and Shi Jing (now Beijing). Tianshun eight years Jinshi, awarded the editor. Later, he moved to the East Palace as a lecturer and an official. In the eighth year of Hongzhi, he was assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites, a university student in Wen Yuan Pavilion, and was in charge of cabinet and pre-repair. Established for 50 years, in charge of the country 18 years. The article is elegant and elegant, and it is an official script. There are Huailutang Collection, Huailutang Poetry and Yan Dui Lu. Young Li
Cleaning the anvil leaves, always leave. It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, but it's a light leaf. Autumn clouds are dark trees, and cold days reflect Sichuan and Ming. There are surging waves. When will * * * wake up? -Li Zhen in the Ming Dynasty sent Chen Shenggui to the red bank of Jishui.
Cleaning the anvil leaves, always leave.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan, but it's a light leaf.
Autumn clouds are dark trees, and cold days reflect Sichuan and Ming.
There are surging waves. When will * * * wake up? Clouds need clothes, flowers need capacity, and youth has passed chaos. When fame and fortune grow, sorrows and joys will be empty. The sun flies wild horses in the window, and the trees are hidden in front of the rock. Although my body doesn't have wings like the bright phoenix, cars are no longer popular. You should laugh at nothing and go back to Lolo. Every year, it is spring. You will be exhausted when climbing trees, and you will feel MUBI when it is cold. Guilin cloud is like ink, and the wind in the Shu River is like water. Life is too rich to look back, but there are few things in the world. It is rare for a family to build its own door in a cold pond. I don't paint my powder dark, but I hate to dye plain clothes with dust. Return to the eyes with the geese, fly away from the soul and chase the cuckoo. The east wind blows away tears, and the melancholy Zhu Yan does not return. Sometimes I turn my clothes upside down and get out of bed. Yan Gu became a blue musk deer, who lived under the thatched cottage and never wore fragrant silk. In the Han dynasty, the tombs were crowned, and Wei Shanhe was in the twilight. It's sad to be away from the crowd. Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? , and will temporarily wander around the fan. When the guests arrived at Yueming Ancient Temple, flowers were in full bloom in the calm and cold pond. Although the green water and green hills are as old as before, beauty and white hair are urging each other. Ruthlessness is not like sentimental suffering, I am willing to believe that I am worried nine times. It's hard to attract ancient souls if the description is changed to sound. Idle knot wicker Philip Burkart Road, want to send books and flowers in the clouds. Where are jathyapple's people? The tree is soaked in historical fragrant cranes. Today, when I was singing and dancing alone, the frosty moon in Juanjuan invaded the gate. The annual report of the bonfire years is full of dust, and every time I look back, it is long. Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? Strange clothes are not amiable. A few trees spend idle days, and a few willows fail to get spring. The wind is crimson, and the water is far away and the mountains are long and sad. Listening to the string tube is half sad, and Luo Yi drops tears and rouge. Where are birds singing and flowers fragrant? Worrying about bees and butterflies is unknown. Owls have only been exposed to dust for one day, and there are still many magpies left in the snow. Lv Yun leans against Jin Chai and sings poems independently. In the smoky suburbs, watching the sun set, the road to the world is precious for a while. The back room is painted with golden screen, pink and red, with lotus root silk skirt. The rain is falling, and the bronze finches are desolate and locked in the dusk. But the war left me no legacy, and now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk. Worrying is twice as worrying as leaving, you know, there are dark shots everywhere. Rain is fragrant, books are hung, and Fan Lou is brightly lit at night. The old lodge in the mountains is still there, and the Yangtze River is empty outside the threshold. The bright moon is easy to fall and scatter, and the western Western jackdaw is full of water. The city is full of moss-covered steps with leaves. You can climb to the top of the mountain and look far away from harm. The sun and the moon are like spring, and the dream of ice and silver bed has not come true. The past is long and sighing, and my grief has awakened me. I'm a guest from Qin Lou, and I'm heartbroken all night. Fleur's muscles belong to Lv Yun, and the crying rain hurts Spring and Cui Dai's disability. The people in the Song Guan Tower are silent, and the mountains and rivers are bloody. For thousands of years, I don't hate lazy tuning. It's hard to say a few words of passion. Looking back on the old tour is really a dream, and the cold wave only brings the sunset. As soon as I saw Qingming, I changed my face and hated Fupeng every time I was surprised. Now my messenger is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, people are depressed and the city is empty. Pheasants urge Xiao Yue, and wild flowers bring spring breeze to Huang Die. All the flying swallows in Yuhuan are dust, and only Wang Xiang remembers dreams. The grass is everywhere, and the sun is warm in the wild pond. Courtiers are the most thirsty and want to be ashamed of Song Yucai. The string tube becomes tit lane, the corridor is empty and the flowers are buried. Knowing that you are everywhere, don't send gold in piles. The scattered stars are too clear, and the sound of running water by the cold river. Long-term doubts are empty, and ruthless people have feelings. And do your best to eliminate hatred, not for a moment. Seeing that the moon was full of thoughts, Qiu Lai leaned back in the fumigation cage and sat down in the Ming Dynasty. Around the door, the dust is clear, white lime and half green. The fragrance of wine fades, the wind is soft, the peach blossoms are clean and the cauliflower is brilliant. A cup of seawater overflowed, and Wanli came after his death. Heroes in the world have no owners, and they are struggling to teach red powder to turn to ashes. The old mountains and rivers in front of the door are not changed, and the lotus is full of sorrow. Fallen leaves are hard to recover, and floating clouds and flowing water are miserable. Fish and dragons are lonely, autumn is cold, and geese don't come. The poor lane is quiet and full of cars and horses, and the sound is deep in summer. -Li Zhen's Poems on Playing the Piano under the Moon (Twenty Poems) in the Ming Dynasty (Twenty Poems on Playing the Piano under the Moon)
Li Zhen in Ming Dynasty
Read the full text ∨ Clouds want clothes and flowers, and youth has passed chaos.
When fame and fortune grow, sorrows and joys will be empty.
The sun flies wild horses in the window, and the trees are hidden in front of the rock.
Although my body doesn't have wings like the bright phoenix, cars are no longer popular.
You should laugh at nothing and go back to Lolo. Every year, it is spring.
You will be exhausted when climbing trees, and you will feel MUBI when it is cold.
Guilin cloud is like ink, and the wind in the Shu River is like water.
Life is too rich to look back, but there are few things in the world.
It is rare for a family to build a door alone in a cold pond.
I don't paint my powder dark, but I hate to dye plain clothes with dust.
Return to the eyes with the geese, fly away from the soul and chase the cuckoo.
The east wind blows away tears, and the melancholy Zhu Yan does not return.
Sometimes I turn my clothes upside down and get out of bed.
Yan Gu became a blue musk deer, who lived under the thatched cottage and never wore fragrant silk.
In the Han dynasty, the tombs were crowned, and Wei Shanhe was in the twilight.
It's sad to be away from the crowd.
Even this bright flame of love will only have ashes? , and will temporarily wander around the fan.
When the guests arrived at Yueming Ancient Temple, flowers were in full bloom in the calm and cold pond.
Although the green water and green hills are as old as before, beauty and white hair are urging each other.
Ruthlessness is not like sentimental suffering, I am willing to believe that I am worried nine times.
It's hard to attract ancient souls if the description is changed to sound.
Idle knot wicker Philip Burkart Road, want to send books and flowers in the clouds.
Where are jathyapple's people? The tree is soaked in historical fragrant cranes.
Today, when I was singing and dancing alone, the frosty moon in Juanjuan invaded the gate.
The annual report of the bonfire years is full of dust, and every time I look back, it is long.
Where are those perfect eyes and those pearly teeth? Strange clothes are not amiable.
A few trees spend idle days, and a few willows fail to get spring.
The wind is crimson, and the water is far away and the mountains are long and sad.
Listening to the string tube is half sad, and Luo Yi drops tears and rouge.
Where are birds singing and flowers fragrant? Worrying about bees and butterflies is unknown.
Owls have only been exposed to dust for one day, and there are still many magpies left in the snow.
Lv Yun leans against Jin Chai and sings poems independently.
In the smoky suburbs, watching the sun set, the road to the world is precious for a while.
The back room is painted with golden screen, pink and red, with lotus root silk skirt.
The rain is falling, and the bronze finches are desolate and locked in the dusk.
But the war left me no legacy, and now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Worrying is twice as worrying as leaving, you know, there are dark shots everywhere.
Rain is fragrant, books are hung, and Fan Lou is brightly lit at night.
The old lodge in the mountains is still there, and the Yangtze River is empty outside the threshold.
The bright moon is easy to fall and scatter, and the western Western jackdaw is full of water.
The city is full of moss-covered steps with leaves. You can climb to the top of the mountain and look far away from harm.
The sun and the moon are like spring, and the dream of ice and silver bed has not come true.
The past is long and sighing, and my grief has awakened me.
I'm a guest from Qin Lou, and I'm heartbroken all night.
Fleur's muscles belong to Lv Yun, and the crying rain hurts Spring and Cui Dai's disability.
The people in the Song Guan Tower are silent, and the mountains and rivers are bloody.
For thousands of years, I don't hate lazy tuning. It's hard to say a few words of passion.
Looking back on the old tour is really a dream, and the cold wave only brings the sunset.
As soon as I saw Qingming, I changed my face and hated Fupeng every time I was surprised.
Now my messenger is scattered by the vortex of rain and sand, people are depressed and the city is empty.
Pheasants urge Xiao Yue, and wild flowers bring spring breeze to Huang Die.
All the flying swallows in Yuhuan are dust, and only Wang Xiang remembers dreams.
The grass is everywhere, and the sun is warm in the wild pond.
Courtiers are the most thirsty and want to be ashamed of Song Yucai.
The string tube becomes tit lane, the corridor is empty and the flowers are buried.
Knowing that you are everywhere, don't send gold in piles.
The scattered stars are too clear, and the sound of running water by the cold river.
Long-term doubts are empty, and ruthless people have feelings.
And do your best to eliminate hatred, not for a moment.
Seeing that the moon was full of thoughts, Qiu Lai leaned back in the fumigation cage and sat down in the Ming Dynasty.
Around the door, the dust is clear, white lime and half green.
The fragrance of wine fades, the wind is soft, the peach blossoms are clean and the cauliflower is brilliant.
A cup of seawater overflowed, and Wanli came after his death.
Heroes in the world have no owners, and they are struggling to teach red powder to turn to ashes.
Don't change the old mountains and rivers in front of the door, the lotus is full of sorrow.
Fallen leaves are hard to recover, and floating clouds and flowing water are miserable.
Fish and dragons are lonely, autumn is cold, and geese don't come.
The poor lane is quiet and full of cars and horses, and the sound is deep in summer. ▲ The lake waves are green as scissors, so beautiful. The sad night is deep and the spring breeze is shallow. -Li Dongyang's West Lake Songs (Five Songs) Ming Dynasty (Five Songs)
Lake waves are as green as scissors, so beautiful that they shine.
The sad night is deep and the spring breeze is shallow.