Inch by inch, Wei Yun is still radiant, and it is hard to disappear if there is a flicker.
It's a broken soul, broken and sparkling.
Looking at the mountains and rivers makes people faint.
From now on, the sour will be clear, just like tonight.
You shouldn't ask for it, but watching Xiao Shuang Youth is boring.
Anyone who watches too much will suffer.
Who wants to steal powder happily to write a description?
Who cares about the future life and faces the court every night?
Unknown-Li Yu's Song (Anti-Shun Poetry)
Looking at the distant mountain across the water with dry eyes, how many times have you met?
An empty pot is afraid of drinking a glass of wine, and harmony is difficult to write a poem.
The way to stop people from leaving for a long time, the news is sent back late.
Lonely lights kept a long silence at night, and husbands remembered their wives, fathers and children.
Unknown name-Zhuo Wenjun.
After the farewell, the two places hung together.
It's March and April, but who knows five or six years?
The lyre has no intention of playing, and the eight-part essay cannot be passed down.
After nine years of abstinence, Shili Pavilion is in urgent need.
I tried everything, tried everything, and felt helpless. I can only blame you.
There are thousands of words to say, and you are bored.
Chongyang climbed to see the lonely geese, and the Mid-Autumn Festival in August was crowded with people.
In July and a half, burning incense and asking for heaven.
In the dog days of June, everyone shakes my heart.
In Liu Hua in May, it was like fire and cold rain.
April loquat is not yellow, and I want to be confused in front of the mirror.
Peach blossoms follow the running water in March, and kites break strings in February.
Hey! Lang Lang, I really hope that you are a woman and I am a man in the next life.
Golden-Li Shangyin
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
Too many. Let's look at my poem. Maybe there's something you want.
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