Liu Shenxu's sentence returns to a dream like spring water, wandering around his hometown.
Xue Ying said that flowers stay in Vietnam, and the moon gives dreams back to Qin.
In Duan Chengshi's sentence, lice suddenly and violently hinder dreams, and insects are louder and louder.
Duan Chengshi thinks of nectar in his dream, but cherishes the lamp in his words.
Si Kongtu coolly clears the crane dream, and Lin Jing is a monk.
Zhao Wei said that the crane on Songdao returned to the letter, and the orange island was full of wind and dreams.
Xiong Jiao's sentence is tired of listening to singing birds. After waking up, he sweeps away the fallen flowers at the end of spring.
Meng Bin talked about a fairy bird, but he talked about dreams in the air. The Qing Dynasty didn't feel ashamed of himself.
Zhang Ziji's dream sentence "Heaven knows me and I remember him, so I can see him in a dream on earth.".
Li Pin's sentence only uses five words, which breaks his heart. (
. ("The Dream of the North").
Li Jingrang said that there are 1, households in Chengdu, which is a drop in the bucket. (See "A Dream in the North")
Juyuan Yang's sentence dreams of Yizhou with three knives and takes Liaocheng with one arrow. (See Chronicle below).
Lu Zhao's sentence dreams of the sun and the moon, and recalls the songs in the Mid-Autumn Festival. (See "Yuezhou Prefecture Records").
when Han Wo recalled his sleep for three times, his dream of spring was full of sleep. The exhibition can't get up, and the jade hairpin hangs its pillow.
In TanYongzhi's sentence, water and things are familiar with the world, and the dream of falling out of love is tired of dust and labor. ("Yi Monk")
Wu Bin's sentence did not leave the guest at his honeymoon, but the dream soul first went to Zhegu Village. ("Ci Jie Mu")
Ling Hu-chu's song "Harmony with the Army" Five poems of Hu Feng's thousand miles of surprise, and the fifth day of the Han Dynasty is even brighter. Even if I dream of returning home, I can still smell the traffic jam.
Two songs of Linghu Chu's Zaqu, Sauvignon Blanc, are on the dragon, and my dream is in my boudoir. Jade chopsticks fall in thousands of rows, and the silver bed is half empty.
Linghu Chu's miscellaneous songs, two pieces of Sauvignon Blanc, sleep in the spring, and the screen window is fascinated. In the hazy dream, Youzi is in western Liaoning.
miscellaneous songs and lyrics. The sixth chapter is a candle without a figure, and Luo Ping has a dream soul. Recently, the sound is exhausted, and I look at Junmen all day long.
Cen Can stayed in Kansai Guest House and sent a cloud from Dongshan Yanxu Mountain to send rain to Kansai, and the wind spread from north to south in autumn. Lonely lights make people dream, and cold pestle makes them homesick.
Wang Ji-ti's hotel wall ran out of bottles last night, and now the urn is open. Dream in a dream and come to the restaurant.
Zhang Wen's tears are endless, and the jade is easy to sell. If you go with the bright moon, Mo Dao dreams of a distant soul.
Song Zhiwen answered where Tian Zhengjun Mountain visited, and returned to Ilo later. Going to bed suddenly becomes a dream, just like in Songqiu Mountain.
Song Zhiwen returned to Mengze in Lingnan in Jingzhou, and the sky was covered with clouds. Will also be heron feathers, re-enter the partridge group.
Zhang said that on the 9th, he entered cornus Mountain, and five poems celebrated the ninth festival in the evening, five thousand on the mountain. When you are drunk, you will meet the saints, and when you dream, you will find the immortals.
Shen Ruyun's two poems about geese in always in my heart are hard to send, and it's hard to be sad and dreamy. May the lonely moon shine on Fubo camp.
After Zheng Gu Valley was separated, it stayed in the refined house after half a century in Western Shu ... Four rhymes to hang every thought and smell the pure words, and rainy nights to the meditation bed. I haven't seen you again, and the autumn lights shine in the cinema. The lonely cloud will eventually break the contract, and the thin official will be hurt. Dream around the long pine pagoda, burning a wick incense in the distance.
Xu Bin stayed at Jingshan Mountain for a night, and his relatives and friends met with differences between mountains and seas, so he stopped boating occasionally. Don't come to any limit, but there are no words when you meet. Sit forever in disbelief and dream, and feel anxious and anxious. It's easier to be famous than to be late, so it's time to go.
Xu Bin, Hannan, who is pregnant with friends, went to the west to recover from the east, so why meet him? Dream of Wu Yueshui, hate the deep Hunan and Han Zhong. Cumulus clouds open the way, and the snow peaks before the stack. Who knows the old, pity you suddenly see capacity.
Cui Tu's topic is that a hermit in Songyang dreams for forty years, and his career refers to a hill. No one has lived together for a long time, and there are cranes to repair the ghost. Grass is mixed with fields, springs and stone pulp flow. It is even more disrespectful that the family tree is old, and it is suspected that it is autumn in the world.
The double Dai in Wushan Temple in Cui Tu is just like a whimper, which should hurt the spring of the old country. Jiangshan is not the old owner, and sex is the predecessor. Dream-teller, the spirit is still blessed by Chu people. I don't know where it will be after thousands of years.
The hometown of Wei Lian, a scholar in Cui Tu in the Spring Festival Gala, should be full of flowers, but the dream of building a river is still incomplete. If you want to live half your life, it's hard to live one life. Te Li Jue is flawless, and acacia grass has orchids. I was disappointed in the spring of two years, unlike in Chang' an.
Cui Tu's gathering with friends in the autumn evening has accumulated a lot of achievements, and the stars and frost are empty. I should be as withdrawn as I am, and I will be happy with you. After the monk returned on the moon, the poem became a guest dream. More smell of crane police, clear dew drops of pine.
Cui Tu gave a monk a grain break. When he heard that Zhong was alone, he didn't eat. What was more concerned? Quiet few people go to the hospital, idle from the grass to the top. There are no birds under the platform, and there are clouds buried on the stone road. In order to remember the old Zen, I still dream of a hundred cliffs.
Cui Tu's seclusion in the spring recalled that the old business in the south of the Yangtze River was constantly changing, so it was a relief. The dream never leaves the spring stone, and Lin Wei calls it seclusion. Gradually familiar with the floating world, turn to recall the old mountain spring. The water and wind in the south are warm, and white apples should be born.
Cui Tu stayed at the top of Lushan Mountain and climbed out of Duan Lin. If you are idle for a long time, it should be difficult to arrive temporarily. Gu Shuyun buried the old, and the monk window waterfall was cold. I don't think my heart is up to my expectations, so I dream of Chang 'an.
It's autumn night in Cui Tu, and it's time to go out. White happens not early, Qingyun goes late. Dreams are only about going to the country, and they can't trace him. To strengthen my way, I still have a clear conscience.
Han Wo left home in early August, the first trip to Qian Shan. There is only a dream in the face, but it is silent when you cry. The ancestral seats are scattered, and the horses are in the empty suburbs. Self-pity is not knowledge, and embarrassment is a name.
Han Wo wants to get rid of the window language and make a new appointment. Always meet, only want to go. I hate endless books, and I am extremely suspicious. I am disappointed with Taoyuan Road, but I only dream of it.
Wu Rong sent Master Guangli east to Zidian for a long time, and east to Haimen. Fu Rong knows that it is a dream, so don't be ecstasy. Early bird in the morning, cold into the apes. If the mountain is heavy, it should be old.
Wu Rong had a dream when the horizon of Tongguan set at the beginning of the month. The trees are dark and the jade steps are cold. The official tour ends in bitterness, and the life experience is quiet. Struggle is like hiding in the mountains, and rushing with the clouds and pillows.
Wu Rong's butterflies are in love with each other, and the smoke in the South Garden is faint. When you live, you must live together, and when you fly, you must fly. The grass is shallow and worried, and the flowers are residual and cherish the evening glow. Long-term friends pick up fragrant women, and night dreams are far away.
Dai Siyan was unwilling to go when it rained on the river, and this situation was not free. Where the stars shine, wind and rain send cool autumn. Cold locks empty dreams, and the sound is sad with yellow leaves. Rustling is not over yet, so I will go to Pingzhou sooner or later.
Dai Siyan is stuck in the ancient battlefield where the sky is empty and the sky is boundless. Every spring, there is much snow, and the livelihood is in cattle and sheep. The cold corner blows tears from the countryside, and the dried elm falls into the dream bed. Never a tourist from the mountains and rivers, who is the fisherman?
Du Xunhe sent Chen Yun back to Machuan, Machuan, to the bottom, like entering Wuling River. The mountains on both sides of the strait face each other, and the birds sing in three spring. Wine flags and willows move, and the monk's house is in harmony with clouds. That is, this is my hometown road, and I am not fascinated by your dreams.
Du Xunhe's gift to the master in the temple, regardless of Zen and law, will eventually enter the enlightenment gate. If you solve the empty space, you will get nothing. The eyes are open and the dreams are floating, and the heart is the source of the road. Today, those who come to learn from the teacher are more likely to teach Chinese apes.
Du Xunhe sent Gu Yun to save the year before last, and it was in Pingzhou Hotel. It's hard to communicate with each other when we're separated. Although Hou Guobing has gathered, my hometown is empty. Qiu Lai recalled your dream and pursued Hong every night.
Du Xunhe voted for Assistant Minister Chang Pei at the end of winter, and it's hard to say. As soon as the home and mountain leave, the grass and trees turn to spring. Blowing dreams and windy days, crying and worrying about snow and yue apes. If you are full of thoughts, why are you far away from home?
Du Xunhe will visit Xianghu Lake, so he has to die. Far away as a southern guest, I first boarded the water boat. Yue Zhongsi's dream is cold, and Xiang Yue has few fragments. There is a return plan, and the storm is also every other year.
In the autumn morning in Du Xunhe, when the leaves of trees fall, travelers are startled by their first dreams. The clock is just resting on the pillow, and the matter has already happened. Yin hair doesn't grow black, and family friends don't have long-lasting feelings. And make a fair deal, and if you don't bear it, you will return to farming.
Mr. Zheng Zhun, the person who sent you to the border, didn't come for long, and he was dizzy and bright. The heart of the film is solved by divination, and the dream is shocked by the bridge. Holy ze is like a bait, and the battlefield will rest. When the cool breeze is for me, I will send the anvil sound one by one.
Wei Zhuang's anxiety comes again, and it's unforgettable. Sitting in the heart at night, frosting the temples. Without childe dream, partial into the traveler's intestines. Excuse me, Gao Xuanke, He Xiang is a drunken hometown.
Wei Zhuang still has a lot of feelings about wine making friends sick, and he is self-centered. All floating life is a dream, and it is better to sigh than to sing. Snow is beautiful, clear and deep. If you leave the boss at random, you will get drunk and never touch your chin.
Wei Zhuang's worries in spring are full of hurt, and his hatred in spring is even longer. The dew is stained with tears of Hunan bamboo, and the flowers fall more and more beautifully. Sleep with fear and dreams, and relax. There are few people in the backyard, and the moon is loose.
Nagato, Wang Zhenbai, complained about two lonely spring songs in the Forbidden City, and the remnants of the lamp still exist. I've never been a concubine, and occasionally I'm ungrateful. Flowers fall and hurt the temples, and warblers cry and wake the soul. If Cuihua can stay, she should avoid the old gate.
Wang Zhenbai is thoughtful (a work of Sauvignon Blanc). When the hibiscus comes out of the water, it will occasionally separate. Since then, there has been no reason to see, and the long-term education has been thinking. Can Chun does not fall asleep, and Fang Xin wants to spread it. Under the lonely autumn hall, I sing a small thank-you poem.