What are the poems or poems containing "Ruo" and "Sunseeker"?

if the color is like frost and snow.

ruofuyan uses Le Yi.

If you ask Duo Yingdao, his surname is Ding.

if the imperial court looks at this situation carefully.

if the bright moon is a companion.

if it's cold and there's no rain and snow.

if your majesty is tolerant.

if you talk about the hard day in government and opposition.

if it's like seven dynasties.

I'm happy to see a beautiful woman die.

if you are sentimental, you can find something small.

if you teach, you can turn your hatred into spirit.

if the materials are not available, build the building.

if you can make the fate finally come off.

in case of a thief.

if I had heard this song at that time.

if you don't meditate, you will lose your delusion.

if all the birds can explain their words.

if Tao is immortal, it is empty talk.

if generations migrate to people who are hungry and cold.

if it's the right song.

if it's hard work.

if one by one with money.

if there is no girl flower, you should be old.

if you look for a bright future in the nunnery.

if you love people, it's like singing and dancing.

if the money is released but not received.

if you start the period and get drunk.

if there is a misty rain in front of the mountain.

If Ghost Zhang died in China.

if you can forgive me.

if and now it is all alive.

if you have to connect with junlian north lane.

if you call it a mockery of the ancestral temple.

if it weren't for the stars.

if you cross the stone bridge to see the waterfall.

if you ask your majesty where to go.

if you compare ancient and modern times.

if you ask me what magic method to practice.

if you get it from the forgiveness.

if religion is moved to the boudoir.

if you hear from Mao.

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The sunseeker leans with the dark snow mountain.

the sound of sunsets entering the palace is cool.

the sunseeker is afraid of new visitors.

it's up to you.

I'm lonely in an empty city.

the sound of sunseeker is high and the market is cold.

Xishui was heartless.

the sunseeker failed to catch up with the river network.

the birds are singing in Jiangjin.

spring grass grows in Xijintaicheng.

Han Wengong Temple Monument in Xizhou.

the sunseeker comes from the west and goes down from the east.

sunseeker water is merciless.

don't fish for Tianjin when you're on the threshold.

I can't say until the sunset.

the milky way is covered with blue sky.

at the beginning of the sunset, Pu Anqi was shocked.

the sound of the sunset painting threshold is micro.

it's autumn in Jinling.

the sunset hugs the linghua to float out of the shore.

Xi Da Xiling is not satisfied.

the lonely city on the sunset brings the moon back.

Xigou is interested in the north mountain.

the sound of sunseeker returns to seabirds at the beginning.

the satrap of Xiyang moved back to the south.

Sunseeker sends cold rain to Jiujiang.

there are signs of ebb and flow.

six ugliness

is trying to drink alone, and hates throwing light and yin in the guest.

may spring stay for a while, and it will return like a wing, gone without a trace.

why are the flowers? The wind and rain came at night, and the country was buried in the Chu Palace.

the fragrance of the fallen hairpin remains. Make a mess of peaches and turn over the willows.

who is the most affectionate?

However, the bee-media butterfly sometimes knocks on the window.

the east garden is quiet, and it is getting dark and blue.

Quietly standing at the bottom of Rao Zhen's thicket, it becomes a sigh.

a long strip annoys travelers. It's like holding clothes and waiting for words, and it's endless.

small and strong.

In the end, it's not like a hairpin's head shaking and leaning towards people.

don't take advantage of the tide when drifting.

The word "fear of breaking red" still has the word "lovesickness". How do you know it?

Shuilongyin

The first state in southeast China, the West Lake has had many beauties since ancient times.

Boats and pavilions are painted and tourists sing.

Shili Lotus, Sanqiu Guizi, and four mountains are green.

if you travel south for a hundred years, you will be a hero for a while, but you will forget it and be determined for life.

It's a pity that the sky turns around at different times. By whom, should we be ashamed?

when you are on the scene, you will win, feel sad about the present and the present, and display your heroic spirit.

Luxe pushes mountains, and Heaven and Wu move water to make farming and mulberry fields.

borrow money from the tide pond to wash it away for you, General Yue, tears!

Yong Yu Le

Clouds are separated from the building, and the moss is very stone. Where are people going?

riding autumn smoke several times, a cold sunset, has come and gone through the ages.

The monarch's heart is there, and the cliff is green and green, but he is detained by the North Gate.

there is a difference between wine and wine, and the banner is embroidered with bears and tigers.

Zhuge, formerly known as Zhuge, visited this place, so he was rewarded with a few words.

it's invisible outside the building, and Jiang Gao is faint. He knows the west road.

The Central Plains is home to aged person, China, and the Changhuai Golden Drum is in the south.

asked yiyi to plant willow at that time, is it still there?

Jie Lianhuan

thinks and has a cloud knot. The broken river tower looks at the eyelids, and the geese fly infinitely.

willows are on the shore, and the decline is unbearable.

I will give them to my old friends and send them autumn colors.

when the new year's eve comes, the fragrance is chaotic, and the stone bridge runs north and south.

It's snowing in the long pavilion, with little tears, and the assembly remembers each other.

before the cup, an inch of yin seems to throw.

a few flowers sing the moon, floating white all night.

Don't listen to the wind and rain, and rest on your flute.

Don't be tired and awake.

The leaves are red, taking advantage of the west wind and tide.

sigh, the road is long and the dream is short, when will it arrive?

partridge

it's cruel to live alone for two years. Don't take the words to be clear. Why do you drink so much, so you know that you can't be light. Although Xie Gui is lucky to be out of the cage, he still worries about the sea and the evening tide. The flowers in the Cao Jiang River are full of tears, and the colts are not heartbroken.

water tune song

sit on the feather bed and dress in the water. The wind is light and the clouds are thin and affectionate. You don't have to sing sadly on the side of the ship. It's really a lonely sea, and you can forget the new year. Don't look into the song beads, but sigh the frost on your temples. Send the tide, welcome the sunset, and think blankly. Knowing that he drinks only a few times, he has passed through Qian Qian here. There is a rush for spring and summer, and the self-explanation has turned into the present and the present, and whoever is behind is more important. It's better to laugh and entertain guests than to return to Sichuan.

Water dragons sing

Green Aos gush out of the blue sky, and the shadows cross the stack wall and smoke the villa. The towers are facing each other, and the mountains and rivers are ancient. Liangyuan is flat and rainy, Biandi sparse willows, and there are several sunny and rainy days. Look at the sky, four miles away, Wan Li, and Wu Chu. Cross-strait flowers fly and dance. Spring breeze, flute and drum all over the city. Heroes are old and faint, and they return to their sails. Huai River flows east, Sai Yun crosses north, and the setting sun goes west. I am looking forward to it, and the Central Plains Road will come to Nanpu in the month.

high balcony

the light rain divides the river, and the cold is scattered, and the spring is shallow. Snow Ji is an empty city, where Yan belongs. The dream soul wants to cross the vast expanse, fearing that the dream will be light and covered by sorrow. It's a fleeting time, and it's sunny in the east at night, and it's cold in the west. Looking at the king's sun grass, I recognize the smoke trees in the clouds and the spring sand outside the gull. White hair and green hills, poor and relatively pale. Guihong went back from the tide, laughing and swimming, and it was still the end of the world. Ask the east wind, first to the weeping poplar, then to the plum blossom.

boyaojiang

the noise of rolling oars is urgent, and the Cangcang River is getting lower.

I have a definite stop, and the tide comes from the east and the west.