The dust is long and the road is late.
Wind and smoke waste palace and autumn.
Meet immediately,
Come to this bridge every day.
Knowing that you are not proud,
Yu Yu visited the west.
Melancholy Xinfeng store,
Who knows Ma Zhou?
Bai Juyi in early summer in Seiryuji.
Dust after a light rain,
The ground on the long slope is very high.
Outside the Rixi Temple,
Prosperity and harmony.
There are idle old monks standing,
Nothing is too quiet.
The meaning of the remnants is exhausted.
The new leaves are darker.
Spring has come and gone for a few days.
Xia Yun was suddenly senile.
When North Korea feels the season,
Time flies.
Hu Wei fell in love with this city,
Aren't you going back to Luo Yan?
There are green hills everywhere,
How about asking yourself?
Reading Bai Juyi's Fu Dengshi
Many dust collector racks,
I occasionally bring a shawl.
Without looking at the name,
Doubt is a poem by Tao Qian.
You know a gentleman's name,
This makes me very sad.
Poet Doyle,
It's true recently.
Jingzhao Du Zimei,
There is also a gleaning.
Xiangyang Meng Haoran,
I also smell the sideburns turning into silk.
Well, you're not as good as me,
Thirty is in Bree.
I'm not as good as Lu,
The new wife hasn't come back yet.
Teenagers have no diseases,
I died in Luqi.
Heaven does not agree with Jue Shou,
Only good things.
This reason should not be repeated,
Li Qiao can't be pushed.
On August 30th, the following year, Bao Li became a dreamer.
Dust tassel suddenly realized, congratulations,
Whether the World Wide Web will come back is still unknown.
Don't forget the dream of the whole Wu Museum.
Walking in the mud rain in Lingnan.
Huai GUI du mu
Dust fills the windows all day,
Water clouds make you think boldly.
Fight for it and go to sumo.
But holding a pole on a fishing boat.
Night poets fuck Wei.
Once the dust ring becomes fashionable,
Zen master in the night of Qing Dynasty.
Away from Helin Temple,
To know that the world is empty.
The frightened birds turned into black leaves,
Running water poured into the secluded bushes.
Thank you, Fei Du Xuan,
Talk about poetry and make fun of it.
Dream of Feng Yansi.
Dust blows the jade platform and bears the mirror,
Chicken buns can't be reorganized.
Weeping tassels,
Worry covers the jade screen and makes people quiet.
Nausea, nausea,
Naturally, the clouds are uncertain.
Go to Pei Nanbu Du Fu.
The dust is full of Laiwu praise,
Do not be a single father.
Everyone knows that drinking water,
Men do not steal gold.
Liang prison book,
Qin taijing is here.
When I woke up alone, what I envied was that,
The denigration of a small group of people can be profound.
That is to say, the yellow sand is there,
No need for white hair to invade.
Let the monarch inherit the old virtues,
I've seen straight rope cores.
Huaqing Palace Qing Lao Wang Jian
Dust comes to the DPRK, and it is urgent.
Thousands of officials sent six dragons home at night.
I cried on my shirt before the moon,
The horse blew the ashes of the candle into the wind.
The princess's makeup building is gold,
The imperial concubine Tang Dian Yu Lian opened.
Sometimes, when you hear music outside the cloud,
Zhizhi was the first emperor to take a bath.
Yongyu Yang Ning
This is a dusty road,
Mud belongs to Yan's family.
Dazzled with poverty,
Wet all over the palace flowers.