1. The fragrant dust stirs in the spring, and the stormy wind and rain stir up the smoke.
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Thanks to Zhu Changshi for sending two pieces of tea and paper to Kuanshu
[Tang Dynasty] Cui Daorong
Se se fragrant dust se se spring , a sudden storm and smoke from the furnace.
One cup can relieve the drunkenness in the mountains, and you will feel light and want to go to heaven.
Hundreds of light and bright pictures, the snow has not yet melted, and Xue Jiafan's paper is full of deep red.
Don’t let idle words stain your memory, leaving a record of the general’s extraordinary achievements.
2. There are pines on Tingting Mountain, and there is a stroke in Sese Valley.
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Given to my younger brother
[Wei and Jin Dynasties] Liu Zhen
There are pines on Tingting Mountain, and there is a stroke in Sesu Valley.
The sound of the wind is so strong, and the pine branches are so strong.
The frost is miserable, but the whole year is always upright.
Wouldn’t it be cold? Pines and cypresses have their own nature.
3. The sky is filled with smoke and clouds, and the wind howls through the cold windows at night.
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Visiting Danxia
[Song Dynasty] Deng Su
Smoke and clouds fill the sky, and the cold window whistles at night wind.
Where did Hao Ge go out? His old friend flew to Xifan Palace.
I sat silently with the door closed, my head covered with a broken head and my face turned to dirt.
When the conversation happens, the opportunity arises, and the storm turns into a thousand waves.
I raise my nostrils to the sky, laughing and waving dragon meat in comparison to talk.
My son is a match of needle and water, and the sweatshirt that sticks to the flesh is now gone.
But pity and pure karma are like poems and wine, and when you are drunk, you will walk away like a dragon.
It’s okay for Tang Wei to remain silent, and he can engrave a thousand candle couplets.
The situation is that the snow will stay with the government, so be careful not to touch the knife head in a hurry.
Let’s talk and laugh tomorrow, together on the twelfth floor of Qiong Yao.
4. The breeze follows you from afar, and the reed flowers rustle in autumn.
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A trip to Panbi with Li Liangxi
[Song Dynasty] Deng Su
The cool sky is cloudless at night, the cold river is autumn More green.
In the cold moonlight, the water and sky are of the same color.
The painting of the boat is faint in the middle of the stream, and the group is silent at midnight.
The breeze follows you from afar, and the reed flowers rustle in autumn.
The scent of cinnamon can be found in the mountains nearby, and the fishing flute plays from the smoke.
The towers are half empty, so it is suspected to be the country of human beings.
I have nothing to do with my fishing rod, water and rocks.
Tonight is even more pleasant, still waiting for the gentleman.
Wandering on the Yuanli boat is not an enemy of the immortals.
Hold your hands and look at the wave of hair, the light will soar thousands of feet.
5. The wind blows and the wind blows in the house, talking about the two dead people in the spring.
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Xie Yushou brings wine
[Song Dynasty] Deng Su
The harsh wind blows in the house, and the conversation is spring Surrounded by two dead interests.
The envoy sends you wine to call for the coming of spring, while the envoy sits in the air and turns over catkins.
I know the snow is still lingering on the snow pavilion, and I can see Qiong Yao from a thousand miles away.
The immortal poet sits in the cold and is so clear to the bones that he can lift the weight of ninety thousand yuan.
Looking back at my hometown, I haven’t returned yet, and it’s amazing how God’s will left people behind.
I am fortunate to have a good host, and it is not easy for you to have such a guest.
6. The west wind blows under the wind, and the imperial fence is filled with the fragrance of chrysanthemums.
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Gong Ci
[Song Dynasty] Wang Zhongxiu
The building is built under the rustling west wind, and the fragrant fragrance of chrysanthemums is infinite on the imperial railings.
Heaven’s heart also loves the golden pistil, so it sends light clouds to protect the morning frost.
7. The wind is blowing with the rustling pines, and the moon is shining on Cangcang Mountain.
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Early crossing the watershed
[Tang Dynasty] Lu Zhaolin
Traveling on the Shu Road in the Ding year, with hair on the temples heading towards Chang'an.
It was only a waste of millet from the king of Zhou, and an empty bullet from the official crown of the Han Dynasty.
The horse's hooves are worn out, and the mink fur is worn out and turned cold.
The layers of ice are folded nine times horizontally, and the piles of rocks are seven plates high.
The heavy stream flows down and the steep peaks rise up.
The garrison drums can be heard at Longtou, and the swallows are flying outside the ridge.
The pine trees are rustling in the wind and the moon is shining brightly on Cangcang Mountain.
It is difficult for Si Lucheng to pass on the message to those who come late.
8. The long pines rustle and sway in the sad wind, and the cold pillows on the square bed sing the autumn crickets.
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Sending Zou Dejiu back home to write in Futang
[Song Dynasty] Li Mixun
The long pines rustled sadly The wind blows, and autumn crickets sing on the cold pillow on the square bed.
The short-coated guest rises up alone to fight, and returns home in the morning with thoughts like a spring rush.
Every member of my family is envious of the sun, and they don’t listen to the Minshan bell in their dreams.
Ever since Huma drank from the river, he went to live with each other.
Who knows that with a bottle of wine thousands of miles away, the clouds in the sky and the setting sun chat about the beauty of spring.
The wild forest and Qiujing Mountain are farther away, and the towers and halls are abruptly hidden with red maples.
Silver hooked jade illuminates the seat, singing and laughing loudly in the sky.
It is not too early to whip up the pavilion, for sorrow is coming.
I rarely see people from all over the world, and my son and I are both married.
The path must be reserved for a thousand days of drunkenness, sitting and watching the spring breeze soothing the flowers.
9. Bodhisattva Man·The lights in the wind court turn on and off
[Song Dynasty] Li Misun
The lights in the wind court turn on and off. The sound of cicadas rested on the bipolar branches.
I feel sleepy and frightened. The first level of cold water is bright.
The bird flies and the man has not yet risen. The moon dew is as clear as water.
Listen to the incomplete update speechlessly. Worry arises from the temples.
10. Se Se Chai
[Tang Dynasty] Wen Tingyun
The green dyed ice reveals light, and there is lingering fragrance after falling into the clouds.
Only because of the waves returning to the sky on Chinese Valentine's Day, I added two lines of tears for Concubine Xiang.