Bingling Jiefang Spring is coming, and the river is blooming in February with purple swallows flying.
Work diligently to describe the Qing emperor, and write carefully to revitalize the country.
Writers gathered in Nanyang and literature flourished in China.
A masterpiece that talks deeply about ancient and modern events, and a gift of a book that conveys long-lasting love.
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(Second song)
News from the Yelang edition was received in Pengcheng, and Dalu’s poems were released.
The spring breeze blows on the green fields on the paper, and the drizzle on the pen moistens the red flowers.
The understatement of Jin Ou is heavy, and the fame and fortune is light.
When we meet again, we will drink the country’s wine and raise our glasses to express gratitude for the gifts of letters.
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(Third song)
Walking around Sina to watch the interesting things, I accidentally found an opportunity.
I recognized the charm of Ye Yu early and got to enjoy a grand banquet at Yuolantai.
Every word is a piece of jewelery and it is shameful to learn from it, and every piece of beauty is like a sage.
In the Spring and Autumn period, the rafters wrote about Yan and Zhao, and looked at the state and recorded the nine days.
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(Fourth poem)
Weidu’s dream in the world of mortals has been hidden, and it is difficult to find beautiful verses and beautiful chapters.
With the fragrance of books and the warm spring breeze, Mo Yi invites a sea of ??poems.
I feel pity for my empress after the vicissitudes of life in seclusion.
The clouds are in a cup of wine and drunk, and we can set sail again with the help of the teacher's heart.
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(Fifth song)
The light and shadow of the bamboo-hanging toad are half-slanted, and the dusk smoke drifts into the wild people's homes.
At midnight, the dew moistens the new leaves, and the wind sweeps away the fallen flowers.
In the past, there was Zhuang Sheng’s butterfly dream, but now there is no such thing as Huanxisha.
The most difficult thing to endure is to sleep alone on a pillow. When drunk and awake, I sigh alone.
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(Sixth song)
The silver screen is connected thousands of miles away, and the treasures are given to me for a great relationship.
Sit and watch the clouds rise and shine, and walk to the water where the mist and rain are falling.
Wise sentences are like pearls, and wonderful words reflect the peaks of mountains.
If you want to give nothing heavy in return, open the scroll and read it carefully to comfort Junxian.
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(Seventh poem)
The dream of Weidu in the mortal world has been hidden, and it is difficult to find beautiful verses and beautiful chapters.
With the fragrance of books and the warm spring breeze, Mo Yi invites a sea of ??poems.
I feel pity for my empress after the vicissitudes of life in seclusion.
The clouds are in a cup of wine and drunk, and we can set sail again with the help of the teacher's heart.
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(Eighth Poem)
We have known each other for another year in the literary world, and the pictures from far away tell us about the fate of poetry.
The news is full of accurate sentences, and the wonderful writing is full of beautiful flowers.
Famousness does not spread to the outside world, but talent spreads far and wide.
In the past, there were storms and clouds, and two beautiful chapters asked about the earth and the sky.
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(Ninth poem)
I sit down at three o’clock in the morning to reward you, and my literary friend’s heart lamp accompanies me in chanting.
The characters in the green mountains are condensed in the pen and ink, and the poplar flowers and purple swallows sing the heaven and earth.
Linquan is full of charm, and Qiyu is full of beauty.
How much love is given to a willow branch, and a book is written to express gratitude for the kindness.
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(No. 10)
I can’t sleep all night, the moon is already setting, and I have been homeless for many years.
Read poems and poems to relieve your sorrow, and look at the plants and flowers to relieve your boredom.
Looking for a dream, a pavilion appears in the sky, and my love for the world is washed away by the quicksand.
Now those who are happy to know about me, send poems and books from a distance to turn into sighs.
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(No. 11)
After reading the article, I secretly admired it, and the pearls shone warmly in my mind.
The plum blossoms in the sky are like snow, and the floating words in the world are like gold.
Love is sent to the rivers and mountains and chants the wind and moon, and the dragon sings and spreads sweet rain across the sea.
It is difficult to cut off even an inch of your heart by being diligent in government affairs.