Hualin is full of fragrant scenery and Luoyang is full of spring.
Zhu Yan contains the distant sun, and the emerald shadow is long and Tianjin.
Ke Qiao is a charming bird, and the low branches reflect the beautiful scenery.
Yesterday, I worked hard in the garden, but now I'm at the table.
Hengli, the couplet of Li Mi and the king.
How old is Mr. Wang? He looks like a child.
Hold the bones of the Nine Immortals at night and put on a dress.
Eat only two pears, not a thousand millet.
Being born here doesn't help me at all.
Ruan Langgui Li Yu
The east wind blows water every day, and spring is long and idle.
Flowers are exhausted, wine is decayed, and songs are drunk.
Sleep in spring, put on makeup at night, and no one cleans up.
I miss Zhu Yan and live alone at dusk.
The Mermaid Li Yu
The wind returns to the yard, and the spring scenery continues.
Accompanied by the silence of the diaphragm for a long time, the bamboo sound of the new moon is still the same as that of that year.
The ice on the surface of the pool is melting before the song is over.
The candle is bright and fragrant, and the temples are covered with frost and snow. It is hard not to think about it.
When is the spring flower and autumn moon, how much is known about the past.
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
The jade carving should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed it.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
"Zhang Lun's Imperial Power of the First Emperor" Xu Family
The Holy Emperor returned to Wu Ye and bowed to the Holy Face.
Climb three paths, like Mount Jiuyi.
The sunlight is blue and the clouds are horizontal.
Only after completing the amenorrhea ceremony can you climb again.
Li Wa's Elegy of Princess Huaiyang
Yu Yan was born in Zhu Han, and Tang Murong was born in Tiannv.
The golden thread turns to dust, which makes people feel sad and glorious.
Phoenix used to be a companion, and ants suddenly became relatives.
The territory is becoming a new place, it is no longer spring.
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The flowers on the Mengmeng Pavilion trees fall to the ground without color.
At dusk, the east wind rises and flutters on the jade steps.
The residual nucleus is still thin and the green belt is straight.
To tell you the truth, lest you sigh.
Zhang Ji's "Liu gives Cao wine"
A bottle of color is like a spring, and it is idle to the newly planted small bamboo.
After drinking wine, there is nothing else in the body, so I move to bed and sleep in the sunset.
Zhang Ji on Suzhou River bid farewell to Lotte.
The silver mud skirt reflects the brocade barrier mud, and the painting stops the chariots and horses.
Pigging song ends, parrot says, red flag shadow is thin and cold.
Fading away, light wine color, low desire for love.
Don't forget the place where the emperor sang. The female grave is in Wuqiuxi, Hubei.
Jiangcun xingzhangji
The water depth in Nantang is all asparagus, and growing rice in the field is not a boundary.
The phosphorus in the farm is at the bottom of the water, and the jacket is half stained with mud in the reeds.
The desert sand in the field has become a house, and when it comes back, it is a cow, staying alone.
The flooded hands and feet are covered with sores and the mountains fly around.
Mulberry is going to sleep again, but my mother-in-law won't go to the fields when picking mulberry.
The hot and dry weather in the south of the Yangtze River is poisonous, and the seedlings move brightly in the rain.
A year's practice is long and hard, and every family has to compete with God.