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In the Yuan Dynasty, one year, the lotus leaked and the wine was frozen in Bijing Tu Su. Han Xiao is still cheating. She is slim in spring. Beauty urges a long life, and cypress leaves and green peppers are covered with beautiful sleeves. Deep in my hometown, I don't know each other, but I only stay with Dong Jun. Han Yu in Chun Xue didn't bloom in the New Year, but she was surprised to see the grass buds in early February. Snow is too late for spring, and it is intended to fly for the flowers on the courtyard trees. Spring thinking about Huangfuran birds and Yan Ji telling the New Year, but so far they are all horse towns and Longqiu. From our house, from these walls and the Han Garden, the moon brought my heart to the sky of Tatar. Brocade palindromes tell the long hatred of missing, and flowers bloom upstairs to make fun of my being single. Excuse me, when will your coach, General Liu, draw back the stone tablet?

On New Year's Day, when I tried to write an article celebrating the clouds in the sky in Chen Xianzhang, Mo Miao defended the knowledge of grass. Next to the wall, there is wine to entertain guests, and young children are singing and enjoying New Year's poems. When you are old, you will meet a new year, and there will be better flowers in spring. Where is the evening breeze? When it blows to the moon in the east. On the first day of Ding Mao's birthday, one-year-old Qian drank wine, and his youngest son took clothes to comfort him. I like to eat meat when I wait on my mother, but I prefer to dream about fish in 2008. The hook curtain wants to pick up the new nest swallow, and the ink stone is also sparse. I went to the neighboring chicken millet bureau, which has nothing to do with me. After Wuyuan, Hu Er drank Ma Quan, Yi Li and Qingyang wrote about water plants like smoke, but Hu Er kept drinking Ma Quan. On several moonlit nights, who leans on the sword and white clouds? Guanshan road has never been frozen, but today it is diverted to the front of the Chinese ambassador. Don't send pedestrians to see your temple, lest you be scared and haggard into the new year. At the mouth of the lake, I sent my friend Li Pin to see the Hunan smoke at dusk, and the reeds on the shore met Chutian endlessly.

Go to the wild goose and rush to the clouds, dream of flying snow, and leave people alone on the Dongting boat. Storms revolve around the mountains every day, and stars and Han people hang on the water. Pieces of plum blossoms passed the residual wax, and the garden went home for the New Year. The New Year's work in the New Year only deepened my desire, Liu Changqing, and increased the lonely tears of an exile. People who are exiled in old age rush ahead of me in spring. The monkey came down from the mountain and pestered me. I was tortured like a bodyguard, so when will this day come? In the play, Yuan Zhen and Ouyang Xiu are suspicious of the spring breeze, and there are no flowers in the mountain city in February. There are oranges in the residual snow, and the freezing thunder scared the bamboo shoots to sprout. Homesick at night, disgusting during the New Year. I used to be a guest in Luoyang, but Ye Fang didn't have to be late. In addition to Zhu Yingtai, beginning of spring and Wu Wenying cut red love, cut green, and spend money on hairpin stocks. When the sun goes down, the east wind won't let old China go. Some people add candles to the west window, don't sleep and invade the dawn, and laugh and turn to New Year English.