White horse Kinsey, clouds of sand around the dream.
This is a sad festival, and I remember the distant border town.
In autumn, the window of fireflies is full, and the moon frost is late.
Wang Wei's miscellaneous poems
When you pass by my window, are plum blossoms blooming?
Speak slowly and softly, Li Qingzhao
Yellow flowers were piled all over the floor, withered and damaged. Who can pick them now? Looking out the window, how can you be black alone! Indus is drizzling, and at dusk, it is falling. This time, what a sad sentence!
/kloc-Yuan Mei on the evening of 0/February 15.
More and more heavy, more and more urgent, and gradually the voice died.
The window is brighter, and it snows every day.
Qingming Yu Wang
I have lived in Tomb-Sweeping Day without flowers and wine. Like a monk in a temple, everything is depressing and lonely for me.
Yesterday, I discussed new kindling from my neighbor's house, and early in Tomb-Sweeping Day, I lit in front of the window and sat down to study.
In late spring, leaves are picked.
Shuangwaque wrote a book case, and a little bit of Huayang entered the inkstone pool.
Sitting in a small window watching Zhouyi, I wonder how long spring will go.
Yang Wanli sleeps in early summer.
Plum sour teeth, banana green sieve.
Spring goes to summer, and the days are long and tired. After a nap, I feel depressed and watch the children play with catkins in the air.
Zhu in early summer
Bamboo shadows cover the secluded windows, and birds sing at sunset every two days.
Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer.
Cang Lang Jing Yin Sushun Qin
A person walking around the virtual pavilion and stepping on a stone, the feeling of silence is unparalleled in the world.
Mountain cicadas ring all over the house, and wild vines break windows.
Rain fell on my book Wang Anshi.
Suddenly, Ganze washes away the world, and Nanmu in the eastern suburbs comforts Yan.
Looking ahead, Sky will do business with the world.
Ji means that the stars are calm and the windows are cool.
Qingpingle Li Bai
It is forbidden to clear the night,
The moon explores the golden window.
Jade-billed mandarin ducks spray blue musk deer,
When the silver lamp is fragrant.
Shuang Yan is far away from Li Bai.
The freedom of fly with me in heaven is envied by the sky. The Jade Pagoda Pearl Pavilion is not alone, and the golden window embroiders parents.
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