The long pavilion is full of resentment and slowness
Author: Jiang Kui
The branches are gradually blown away, and the branches are fragrant and fragrant. This is a house with deep green doors. Yuanpu lingers, where is the sail in chaos? There are so many people watching, who can find it like a long pavilion tree? If the tree had feelings, it would not be like Qingqing!
At dusk, the high city was gone, only countless mountains were visible. Wei Lang is gone, how can he forget to pay for it with Yuhuan? The first is to return early, fearing the red calyx and being left alone. It's hard to cut away the thousands of strands of sorrow even if there is nothing but a knife.
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Shi Dai sweeps Qingshan Mountain in Nandu. Thin clothes can withstand the cold. One night, the east wind blew, and the begonia flowers faded. I rolled up the blinds upstairs to watch. Today, the sun is shining brightly, and the south road is warm and carved. When I admire the old garden, I am happy that there is no wind and rain, and the spring birds announce peace.