Li Shimin deeply felt that the yellow crane was far away from the ship and sighed that the green hills were far away.
"Thirty Poems of Palace Style" Who comes to Wang Ya's deep palace only knows that Jin Jie barks at fireflies in the evening.
"Books in books, assistant ministers come to help." Li Shimin warms the shore and flies lightly to cover the river beam.
Yunfeng is clothed with Chiba, and snow is clothed with several trees in bloom.
Deeply sad that the yellow crane is far away from the boat, sighing that the green hills are long.
Tears that will be separated when chatting, also with the increase of seats.
"Autumn Warbler" Li Yu's residual warbler knows nothing about autumn, but walks through the secluded forest alone.
The old tongue leans its ears in every way, and a little dark yellow enters the smoke stream.
Live late, share the same sorrow with Lu, be clear and bright, and be broken to the ground.
Even don't want to stay home, China's sad and sad.
"Trick" Li Yu's deep courtyard is quiet, the small courtyard is empty, the cold anvil sounds intermittently, and the wind sounds intermittently.
But people can't sleep at night, and the sound of the moon reaches the curtain.
Clouds are messy, night makeup is not complete, and eyebrows are far away.
Leaning on the fragrant cheeks, bamboo shoots are lazy, and they cry for whom.
Zhang Jiri, an "old man from Taibai", visited Dongfeng, lived in a secluded place, and was welcomed by bamboo towels and rattan belts.
No one has ever seen the dark planting of yellow grass or the deep planting of flax dog.
The fairy in the cave often comes alone, and the elixir in the pot calls itself the name.
There are huts around the spring, and Chu Jiu's voice can be heard every day.