I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. Willow green blows the ground, and the flowers are long and sultry. The wicker broke and the flowers flew away. I wonder if pedestrians will come back. After all, the world is just a small place. If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels. You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places? The cold rain entered Wu day and night, and it was lonely to see Fujian. Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith! Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west. Old friends frequently waved to me, bid farewell to the Yellow Crane Tower, and traveled to Yangzhou in this beautiful spring filled with catkins and flowers. My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon. Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away. A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks? I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints. Yan Shi was sent as far away as Liu Changqing, leaning on the spring breeze to join Greentown, and the water country was cold and sunny in spring. Drizzle wet clothes can't be seen, idle flowers fall to the ground and listen to silence. Sailing alone on the sunset river, the grass is green in Wan Li, Hunan. If we meet, we will be mistaken for Confucian scholars. Looking at Li Duan, Lu Lun and my old door, the yellow grass closed, it was sad to leave. The way you walked into the sky, when I saw the snow falling at dusk, I came back again. When I was young, my father and I traveled abroad, and I had no time to meet you in many difficulties and hardships. We cry, we say nothing. What can I wish for you in this cold world? ? Send Dr. Yan, Han Yu, Cang Cang Sen and Ba Gui from Guizhou, and our land is in southern Hunan. The river floats and the mountain is like a jade hairpin. Every household digs out bluebird feathers, and every household grows its own Huang Gan. Far more than immortality, you don't need to climb to immortality by flying Luan as a mount. Xie Ting bid farewell to Xu Hun's brother, misinterpreted the boat trip, and the red leaves and green hills flowed. When dusk fell, I woke up, only to know that everyone had left. At this time, it began to rain again, and I was the only one who left the west wing. Send someone east to Wen, Old Fort Huang Yeman, you are determined to give up this place where you once lived. The rustling autumn wind will take you to Hanyang Ferry, and the first sunrise will meet you in Yingshan. Several friends and relatives in Jiangdong are waiting for your boat to return from the horizon. I ask you again and again, when will we meet again and have a drink to comfort your face. Leaving Lu Guimeng's husband is not without tears, nor is it a parting room. Toast with a stick and sword is a shame to be a wanderer. A poisonous snake stings, but a strong man relieves his wrist. Aim for fame, and you can't sigh when you leave. Send Japanese monk Jinglong back to Fusang, Wei Zhuang. It's already dark, and his home is in the east of Fusang. Who will come here with the teacher? A boat full of bright moon and sails. Sauvignon blanc forest is covered with green mountains and green moons. The green hills on both sides of the strait greet each other, but I don't know how to leave. You are full of tears, I am full of tears, my heart is not tied, and the river is flat. Yulin Ridge is chilly, Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest. All the doors are empty, the party is nostalgic, and the blue boat is urging. Holding hands and staring at tears, I was speechless. Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up from drinking tonight? There is a breeze on the bank of willow. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to. Yan Shu's ancestors left Song in Tasha, and Changting held a farewell banquet. The incense ashes have separated from the face. Living in Ma Yinglin, pedestrians go to the waves. The painting pavilion disappears, the tall buildings are broken, and the sunset only sends the waves far away. Endlessness is sorrow, and the world is full of thoughts. Walking on the beach, Ouyang Xiu waited for the plum blossoms in the pavilion, the willows on the stream bridge were thin and the grass was swaying. Sadness is getting farther and farther away, and the distance is like spring water. Inch by inch, my heart is tender, my eyes are full of tears, and the height of the building is not close to the dangerous fence. Pingwu is full of spring mountains, and pedestrians are even outside. The diviner sent Bao Haoran to Wang Guan, in the east of Zhejiang Province, where the water attracts the eyes and the mountains gather eyebrows. Where are you going? To the intersection of mountains and rivers. Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring. Nanxiangzi sent Su Shi from Shugu to look back at the chaotic mountains and not see the people in the city. Who is like the tower pavilion on Linping Mountain, welcoming guests to the west? It's a breeze to return home in clothes, but a cold dream can't come true. The residual lamp shines obliquely tonight, and the tears are not clear when the autumn rain is clear. Su Shi, a beautiful young woman, plays with a pillow with the sound of waves. Ruthless bian water flows from the east. Only one ship was taken away from hatred and headed for Xizhou. Ceng Zui in Zhu Xi's flower garden, the wine smells more than tears. Who taught Feng to learn from the dust, brewed a trouble and sent it away. Linjiangxian sent Qian Mu's father Su Shi away, and the door changed three times, and the world was red. When I meet with a smile, it's still warm as spring. Your heart is like an ancient well, not water, and the peak is like a bamboo pole in autumn. My heart is melancholy, because you want to separate the sails overnight. When you see me off, the clouds are the color of the moon. There is no need for the girls of Pei Jiu to feel too sorry for the glass. Life is a difficult journey, you and I are both passers-by, just like stopping at different hotels. Zhou Zizhi's feelings are like gossamer, people are like flying catkins, and the teardrop pavilion will be empty. A wisp of smoke hangs like a willow, so there is no reason to live in Lanzhou. The wild goose crosses the setting sun, the grass is misty, and now there are countless worries. In the Ming dynasty, don't think about how to spend tonight. Yu Meiren's ancestral banquet was full of glory, and he was sentenced to a long prison term when he was drunk. Chen was still scratching his head when he wanted to leave, and he was even more drunk. Poetry waits for the spring breeze every day, but leaves in a hurry after the peach blossoms bloom. Singing is often swallowed by pedestrians. Remember to bottle the previous snow. In the Ming dynasty, wine woke up the river and loaded a boat to hate Hengzhou. He Xinlang sent Hu Bangheng to New South Wales, and Meng Zhang bypassed Shenzhou Road. Autumn wind, even the camp painting angle, the Forbidden City since the millet. The lowest thing is the Kunlun Mountain, which is turbulent and crowded with thousands of foxes and rabbits. God's will is never difficult to ask, but people are easy to grieve and complain when they are old, so I will send you to Nanpu. The cold willows on the shore urge the waste heat. Gengxu River, sparse stars and moon, broken clouds. Does Wan know where it is? Looking back at the night talk. Who will write a book before the goose arrives? Looking up to the sky and cherishing the present, I would like to pay tribute to Cao! Hold up the big white and listen to the golden wisp.
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