Does anyone know Shui Longyin?

Water is Han Nanjian Shangshu Shou, aged Author: How many people are real managers in Xin Qiji's Tian Ma Nan Du? Chang 'an elders, the scenery of the new pavilion, are as poor as ever. People of Yi Fu, China has sunk to the bottom of the sea. How many times have you turned around? Calculate Wan Li's reputation, this is the real Confucian thing. Do you know that?/You know what? There is an article about hitting mountains, all of which are sunny days with children's voices. I fell to the ground that year, and now look at it: the meeting between the wind and the clouds. The wind and smoke in the green fields, the vegetation in Pingquan and the wine singing in Dongshan. I will rectify Kun's work and celebrate her husband's birthday next year. Shui Long Yin Deng Healthy Heart Pavilion In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji's "Chu Tian Ge" cleared the swing, and the water followed the autumn. Seeing the mountains in the distance will only cause me sadness and resentment at the end of the country. These mountains are like a hairpin and a spiral coil on a woman's head. The sun in the west leans against this floor, and geese are barking in the distant sky. I am wandering in the south of the Yangtze River, homesick for a wanderer. I look at this precious sword, I hold the railing upstairs, and no one understands the mind I am building now. Don't say that the bass is ugly. Zephyr and Jiying haven't come back yet? People like Xu Si who only buy land for themselves should be ashamed to see Liu Bei who is brilliant and complete in these two aspects. Unfortunately, the years are fleeting, and the tree is so sad and stormy. Red scarf and green sleeves, heroic tears, who calls? Xin Qiji looked up at the northwest cloud of the Southern Song Dynasty and leaned against Wan Li, needing a long sword. People talk about this place. See you late at night. Bullfighting is full of flames. I think the mountains are high, the pool is empty and the water is cold, and the moon and stars are pale. Looking under the burning rhinoceros, I was scared by the aperture, and the wind and thunder were angry, and the fish and dragons were terrible. The gorge is the Cangjiang River, crossing a dangerous building and wanting to fly. Long Yuan is old! You'd better lie higher, curling is cold. The ups and downs of the ages, the sad laughter of a hundred years, and the browsing in an instant. Who unloaded it, sailed on the beach and tied the sunset rope? Water dragons sing in a hurry at night: Cheng Gai is in a hurry at night, so there must be few flowers in the garden. Sorrow and resentment, idleness and loneliness, a year of kindness. It's easy for people to get stuck in the flowers, inadvertently planting willows in the shade, and having small apricots and plums. There are many good things to grind, and the flowers are long, but Yuan is just, gaunt. Looking back on the past in China, it is hard for old stars to remember. But now, I see presbyopia, and when I get hurt, I clear my tears. I am not afraid that every time I meet Huadu, I am afraid that I will taste it when I am old. You must be drunk if you stay in chaos and borrow the moon from the clouds. Two Rhymes of Shui Long Yin Zhang Zhifu Huayang Ci Author: Su Shi is a flower without spending it, and no one regrets falling behind in teaching. On the road away from home, thinking is ruthless and thoughtful (silence). It was she who was injured, euphemistically confused, trying to open her mouth but closing it tightly. To go with the wind, to find a loved one, but also by the relentless call of the oriole. I don't hate this kind of flowers falling completely, but I hate the West Garden, which is full of withered flowers. Where are the traces when it rains? A pool of ping is broken. If the spring scenery is divided into three parts, two of them become dust, and the other part disappears when it falls into the water. Fine, it seems that it is not easy, it is a crystal tear. Hose Yin Yan busy warbler lazy aromatic residual Author: Zhang Yan busy warbler lazy aromatic residual, is on the embankment, willow flowers floating down. Flying lightly and dancing lightly, stippling the green forest, without talent (silent). Idle and gossamer, quiet in the depths of the courtyard, Nagato closed. The bead curtain hangs loosely and is lifted by the quilt in front and the wind. Beautiful people sleep in blue tents, strange spring clothes, and snow stained with Joan. The embroidered bed is full, and there are countless fragrant balls, round and broken. Seeing the bees sticking pink on their backs, the fish swallowed the water in the pool. Looking at Zhangtai Road, the golden saddle lingers with tears. Water Lianyuan the next day Author: Qin Lou Lianyuan the next day, looking at embroidered hub carved saddle suddenly. Julian is a semi-scroll, trying on a single coat for the first time, during the Qingming period. Break the warm wind, clear the light rain, and ask for nothing more. Selling flowers, sunset courtyard; Red formation, flying. Yu Pei Ding Dong's departure. Happiness and injustice are difficult. Name lock, god knows, the sky is sparse. It's hard to look back at the heavy doors under the flowers and the deep alleys beside the willows. I am sentimental, but there was a bright moon at that time, and I still loved people. Water and Qin Author: moonlight east wind outside Zhuangbang small window. It's light and cold to take a single breath. Idle doors are silent. The curtain does not roll. Late at night. It's been years. Add more sadness. Ask if you have it. Spring is full of eyes. The king basks in the grass. It's far. Lost in the wild. Say goodbye to a poplar leaf. Only vaguely, when exploring spring. Where are the guests? Nong is afraid of this life. Thin is nong. Flying swallow carving beam. Falling flowers and deep alleys. Scratch your head at ordinary times. It's even farther away. The yard is full of homeless people. Talk about the new and talk about the old. Shuilongyin sails thousands of miles to Ling Bo Author: Zhu Dunru sails thousands of miles to Ling Bo, but stays in Wu Shan. Yuntun Shuifu, Taosui Goddess, Jiujiang East Note. Beike is relaxed, strong and partial, and the years are fading. I miss the old seclusion, and this nest comes from my old friend, Meng and so on! Looking back at the devil's atmosphere, ask where the hero on earth is. Planning for serving the country is pitiful and useless, and the dust is faint. Crossing the river with iron locks and windsurfing, Sun Lang suffered. But sadness knocks on Ghost Jue, sadness sings to Fu Liang, and tears flow down like rain. The empty tripod on the spout is gone. Author: Guo Moruo's last empty tripod is no longer there, and the original tablet is in Sheng 'an. The ancient fragrance has escaped, and the lofty sentiments are waiting for smelting. What will be fine? Traveling all over the world, Han said, snow mud claws. Like a brain, follow the sword of the book, and it will be small then. As clear as the wind and clear as the moon, you nod and smile when you know it. Light spirit can be turned, firmness is easy, and goodness is worthy of being humble. Acupoints fill the sky and fill the sea, which is wonderful. See the success of Mount Tai, and then try hard to meet Weng Ju.