Tang Dynasty: Jia Dao
This heart has been with Mulan boat until the tide comes to the south.
Come to China for an appointment every other chapter, and the letter will pass.
The peak hangs on the postal road, the clouds break, and the roots of the city are immersed in the sea.
The smoke and wind swept away overnight, and at the beginning of the next month, I went to langxi Building.
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My heart is with you on the Mulan boat until it reaches the end of the southern tide. Your poem crossed the Wuling Mountains to the west foot of Huashan Mountain, and my letter left Languan and crossed the rapids.
On the dangerous peak, the postal road hangs high, blocked by flowing clouds, and the waves are surging, eroding the old trees at the root of the city. One day, the strong wind will sweep away the miasma, and then the moonlight will shine brightly on the west building.
2. He Yangantang watches the tide on the obstacle floor.
Tang Dynasty: Meng Haoran
I stopped playing when I heard Lei Zhen in One Hundred Miles.
Even riding out, the river is waiting for the high tide.
According to the sun and autumn clouds, the floating sky is wide and extensive.
The stormy waves came like snow, and it was cold.
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The river surged like thunder, and the sound shook for hundreds of miles, rumbling past. The piano in your hand has temporarily stopped plucking. One by one, government officials rode out to watch the tide and waited by the river early.
Under the sunshine, the autumn clouds are particularly high, and the sea water floats in the sky, which is particularly wide. The waves came and rolled up thousands of piles of snow. Tide watchers, people who don't feel cold.
3. South Alley, Green Water and Green Tide
Song: Yan
Green tide in backwater area. Cynthia xiaodu bridge on the water. The daughter on the bridge has a charming smile. Leaning on the wicker.
Flowers fall in the moonlight. Press Yu Di to subtract words and steal sounds. Liu layman looked back, all the way. If it's farther than Yinhe Road.
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The clear spring rises with green tide, and the Zhu Lan on the water meets Xiaodu Bridge. On the bridge stood a beautiful girl with a pair of cymbals and a smile, so enchanting that she leaned against the railing and stroked the wicker.
From the moonlit night to the Flower Dynasty, girls can skillfully play Yu Di according to the change of "reducing words and stealing voices". Pedestrians outside the willow tree look back, so far away, as if farther than the milky way that day.
4. Two children's supermarkets in Chengmai Post.
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
Tired of the troubles of tourists, I heard that the road is far away, and it is clear that the flying pavilion overlooks the long bridge.
Greedy to see the egrets crossing the autumn pool, I don't feel that there is no evening tide in the green forest.
I want to live in the old Hainan village all my life, and the emperor sent five sheep to summon my soul.
The sky is low enough for storks, and the green hills are the Central Plains.
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Tired of living in a different place, people heard that the road to their hometown was far away, and they were walking sadly alone when they suddenly found a tall pavilion overlooking the long bridge across the water. My eyes moved obsessively with a flock of egrets flying on Qiupu. Unconsciously, the mid-late tide quietly receded, leaving only a lush forest gradually entering the twilight.
The rest of my life is running out, and I am doomed to die of old age in this remote village of Hainan. God should send five sheep to call back my wandering soul.
The soaring storks gradually disappear at the junction of the vast sky and the vast Yuan Ye, and the rolling green hills on the horizon are like a clump of black hair, which is the hometown of the Central Plains!
5. A berth at the foot of Beibao Mountain.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wan
Under the blue mountain, my boat and I meandered along the green water.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
... night gives way to the ocean of the sun, and the old year melts in freshness.
Finally, I can send my messenger, Wild Goose, back to Luoyang.
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The journey is beyond the green hills, sailing in front of the Qinghe River. The tide is high, and the water between the two banks is wide, so sail before the wind just hangs the sail high. The night hasn't faded, the rising sun has risen on the river in Ran Ran, and the Jiangnan in the old year has the breath of spring.
I don't know when the letter from home will arrive. I hope the geese returning from the north will take it to Luoyang.