Wang Song Anshi
The 30-year-old man has fallen, his eyes are full of sadness and he only attacks himself.
Tonight, the ship will come to you, live and die together.
Translation:
Wang Anshi lost his little daughter when he was an official. After three years in office, he will leave his job and go to another place. Because of the inconvenient transportation in ancient times, he knew that he would never go back to the grave.
One night, he staggered to an unknown place in a small boat and walked to the grave of his little daughter. He told her that dad was old and came to see you with sad eyes and said goodbye to you forever.
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Examples of white-haired people sending black-haired people
White-haired people send black-haired people, which is a funeral for young people. It is a sad metaphor for not living according to the family cycle, and it is also a metaphor for bad karma and an old man.
1, Zhao Benshan
Many people know that Zhao Benshan and his current wife have lovely twins, but they don't know that he and his ex-wife Ge also gave birth to a son, Zhao Tiedan, who was born with various diseases, such as rickets, emphysema and heart disease.
Among them, the most terrible thing is heart disease, and the body is very weak. Not two years after Zhao Benshan and Ge divorced, Zhao Tiedan died. Facing his son's death, Zhao Benshan fell into deep remorse.
2. Qin Yi
Qin Yi is an old artist. Qin Yi's beauty comes from her appearance, but also from her strong and flexible personality and belief. Qin Yi's son has been suffering from mental illness for a long time, and he can't take care of himself at all. He relies on his mother Qin Yi to take care of him. Qin Yi devoted all his efforts to this son. Finally, my son died of illness in 2007.
3. Xie Jin
Xie Jin is a national first-class director and one of the representatives of the third generation directors in China. However, his three sons are doomed, and two of them are mentally retarded. Xie Jin accidentally sent a white-haired man to a black-haired man and experienced the pain of losing his son twice.
The 38-year-old eldest son Xie Jianqing died of asthma, and the second son also died of asthma. The same director Xie Yan died of liver cancer at the age of 59. Before Xie Jin died, he was most worried about his retarded little son. Poverty inherits the wind!
2. Poetry related to white hair laments how long I am.
The day in the temple has turned white. Pitch between heaven and earth.
When can I be a guest? Disappointed with mountains and clouds.
Day and night are empty. What matters is when people.
The East City is strange to the South. White hair makes it easy for white hair to know the season, which is dark to me.
Today, in the sun, comb off a few stems. My family doesn't like it, so I sympathize with you
I don't know what's wrong with my cloud. Ordinary people are 30 years old, strong outside and weak inside.
But thinking about sleeping and eating is reduced by 20 hours. Besides, I'm forty years old and I'm in poor shape.
The bookworm lost his eyes and the wine made him sick. Dear, the sky is falling, those who are still walking.
For a long time, nothing will happen. It's too late. From the world to the old age, three diseases appeared one after another.
There is no cure in this world except the idea of lifelessness. Under the cherry blossoms, white hair grows easily everywhere, and it will decline with age.
Red cherry blossoms are full of sunshine and have half a head of white hair. He who leans against a tree is silent for a long time and climbs late.
The breeze sighs and the snow is like silk. White hair is easy to fall with snow, and frost hair hangs on the temples.
Add the old smell and replace the old container. Although it is as long as paint, it is always a flawless silk.
I hate being in the mirror when my head is half black and half white. It's been 30 years since the white hair came into being, but now it's coming out.
Singing all day like crazy, and being sick for a long time like a thin fairy. Bajie held incense seals at night and read Jolie in three yuan.
The rest will be cleaned up in spring, and you will get drunk if you are not idle. Sighing the past of the white-haired king has become a twilight tooth, and the white hair has become drooping for an instant.
How many sad things there are in life, don't sell them to the empty city. White-haired sigh, Wei is still that leaf, it is a lonely mirror.
At first, the silk thread was difficult to separate and the flowers were intertwined. People on the job tend to go downhill. I'm still young.
Sighing with white hair, Cen Can's white hair is partial, and people are helpless. There are more temples than stems at present.
The white hair sighs that Lu Lun combs her hair, and the woman surprises her wife with tears. I don't know the color of silk, but I can get several autumns.
Looking in the mirror, I can see that the white hair and stems are bright and unique. Qiu Lai and Quan Deyu, with a bright white beard, tried to get rid of the drunkenness of hairpin. A nice song is also fun, and children and grandchildren are laughing and pulling clothes.
And royal white hair Quan Deyu white hair see today, virtual Zhai Xiao Kagami Akira. At first glance, the frost is simple and the iron crown is slightly reflected.
There are many things under the curtain, and Zhou Xing is famous. Time flies without a sigh, too dull.
At the beginning, Liu Zongyuan, a sea pomegranate planted in the topic of white hair, has been planted for several years, and the rhyme and beauty are actually different. From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man.
Sighing in the mirror, Lu Wen is three years older than Pan Caiyue. He sees stars on his temples. Even if he can arrive early, he will know not to be a blackhead.
Twelve Poems of Yuefu was written by Li Xiao, a white-haired man, and Yuan Zhen was an emissary of flowers and birds in Tianbao period. Imperial edicts full of ink, I went upstairs and got half drunk.
Drunk straight into the Qing family, boudoir can not be stolen, lover died of concern, daughter cried for my blood. One in ten people should change clothes and be maids forever.
The imperial horse ran south and called for a horse to kick, and the maid-in-waiting 3 thousand was abandoned in the palace. As soon as the palace gate is closed, it is full of flowers and moss.
On a moonlit night, listening to the sound of water drops, the autumn pool is dark and windy. Day after day, I look at all the doors, but I can't see the situation in front of them all my life.
In recent years, several people have been sent to celebrate the Nangong. I'm sorry that this song will be biting. I want to get back at my nose.
This generation of cheap wives have nothing to say. Di Zi Tiansun was called expensive in ancient times. The king has been in power for forty years, with seven houses and six palaces.
Suiyang branch attacked the feudal city, and Su Zong had no official position in blood and yin. The king has no concubine and husband, and yang is strong and yin is immoral.
How can a woman follow the crowd and send it from her husband to a man as a collection? White-haired people in the sun-resentful and broad-minded, Bai Juyi is easy to go to the sun, and the beauty is dark and new.
Green guards the palace gate. As soon as the sun closes, it is spring. Xuanzong entered the primary election at the end of the year, aged 16 and 60.
At the same time, more than 100 people were selected, who were deeply disabled. Recalling the past, I fought back my grief and said goodbye to my loved ones. I helped myself into the car instead of teaching me to cry.
When the clouds are fashionable, they are grateful, their faces are like hibiscus, and their chests are like jade. The king was not allowed to meet, and Yang Fei squinted at him.
Jealousy makes you sneak into the palace and stay in the empty room all your life. Leave it blank, the autumn night is long, and the night is sleepless.
The shadow on the wall after the lamp still lingers, and the rustle of dark rain hitting the window. It's late spring, so it's hard to sit alone at night.
Gong Ying is full of anxiety and disgust, and Liang Yan is always jealous. The warbler's cry goes to Yan quietly, and the spring goes without remembering the year.
Just look at the deep palace and the bright moon, and the object is round four or five hundred times. Now the palace is the oldest, and everyone named it Shangshu.
Small-headed shoes with narrow clothes and slender indigo eyebrows. Outsiders should laugh if they can't see it.
Shang Yang people suffered the most. Less is bitter, always bitter, less is bitter, always bitter.
You can't see the beauty of Lu tribute in those days, nor can you see Yang Guifei and white-haired songs today. About Du Xunhe's white-haired song, one stem and two stems start with silk, so you may wish to be surprised when you are a teenager.
Several people have experienced this kind of thing in troubled times, and today I am full of sadness. Nine turns to win Dionysus pills, and five tones are not like poetry.
The home mountain is more than 10,000 feet green, and the quinoa sticks lose the old man. Don't dye your hair or pull out your white hair with tweezers. Let it go. It's full of hair.
Although the white one has no drug resistance, the black one can't help falling. Lying quietly listening to cicadas and watching the water flow.
I can't get this far, mostly because I am worried. It is not surprising that Wang Mian likes white hair and his brow is yellow. It is better to comb his hair and cover his face with silk.
From ancient times to the present, who can escape, can enjoy it now. Never pity the snow-colored light mirror, but prefer the frosted flower lining.
Everything is the fairest for him, and it is idiotic to always try to make mistakes. This year, the white hair has doubled, and the old man can't support himself.
Cattle and sheep are covered with wild frost, and crops are covered with clouds. After cooking in the afternoon, take out the millet and wrap it in thick glutinous rice.
Self-pity did not waste poetry, and father and son Peng Chuang remembered it. White-haired, with thousands of stems and fine green temples, lying and watching herons stab into the sky.
I have been stealing tributes and happiness all my life, but I have returned to my hometown. If you sit still, you will have no books to read, and the rest of your life will depend on the Buddha.
You see, the world is cold, and it will take a long time to sift wine! White hair and land diseases invade the prime of life, and fear is not as good as white; Be a long-distance guest by the needle stone occasionally. After seventy years of travel, frost and snow are full of troubles. Although the eyes and ears are weak, they are not separated from others.
Zhuoying thousands of hectares of lakes, send five acres of houses. Big cloth sewing robe, southeast.
I have a lot of life when I travel with white hair, and I leave the road at night 10%. Sadness was burning, and I was surprised to see my cheeks and skull.
There is a slight autumn wind, and there is cold rain. Stars are rare in the beginning and cannot be removed.
Yesterday was like a willow in spring, but now it has withered with frost. Peng is withered and green. How can he miss me?
Outside the square, it is impregnable, and its fame is rare. Throw tweezers and sigh, then there is no book! Traveling with white hair, rustling with white hair, touching the waves, swishing the southwest thatched cottage.
Drinking water and reading books are also fun, and Dumen is sick and tired. Turned into a five-acre plow, who still remembers the three dynasties holding Ji Lang! Just like a few chrysanthemums on the edge of the fence, they are still frost-resistant.
When you look in the mirror when you are sick, you will be seventy in ten winter and summer. I occasionally get a long sentence: Lu You is short of sideburns and depressed, so he loses his youth. The world is really like a postal kiosk. This made Guan dream for ten years and didn't sleep for three days.
It's hard to build a book, but who listens to the iron song? If the guest comes to find a place to go, he will sleep leisurely and lean on the screen. It's time for blowing in the wind to mock the white-haired Wang Anshi, and cherish the scarf as soon as possible.
All kinds of spring breeze won't last long, star.
3. About the ancient poem of Qian Qi with white hair, white hair makes the heart die, and it is a step to worry about the country.
The mountain is miserable and colorless, and my dear suddenly leaves. The dragon shadow divides the sword, and the mourning birds love the branches.
The vast sea of clouds is overseas, but we don't know each other. Qiu Pu Bai San thousands of feet has white hair and worries like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Autumn is clear, Dufu is ill in autumn, and white hair can be combed by itself.
Drug bait hates addition and subtraction, and the door is boring to clean. I love bamboo to send books to children.
In October, the river is calm and canoes go down the river. At first, I saw the sea pomegranate with white hair-Liu Zongyuan planted the fragrant cluster for several years, but the rhyme was different.
From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man. The world is difficult to pass, and the pastoral road is charming.
Diligent white hair, dismount and shine on Qingxi. -Wang Anshi's "The Road to Liling" sees white hair in the mirror. There used to be a blue cloud in Zhang Jiuling. It was a year of white hair.
But in the mirror, I feel sorry for myself. The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.
Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.
A pot of turbid wine loves to meet, and how many things are told in ancient and modern times (Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Luo Guanzhong). Jin Yuanhao asked about "sending love", where the guest dreams of turning to Peng, and the bed talks about moving the morning bell. The west wind has three white hairs in thousands of feet, and the old country is full of mountains and mountains.
The sand and water have left the geese, and Gankun cries for autumn insects. I don't know where the three old houses are, and Liu Shilong is absent-minded with shame.
He Xinlang (Xin Qiji), who wants to set an example in the Western Hills, wrote a few words, as if he were thinking deeply about his relatives and friends. I've been disappointed all my life, and my friends have dispersed, and there's not much left.
White hair hanging down three thousands of feet, laughing at all things in the world. Ask what can make the public happy.
I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I expect it to be. Emotions and looks are slightly similar.
A statue scratched its head in the east window. If you want to be far-sighted and stop writing poems, the flavor is at this time.
Jiang Zuo pursues fame deeply and doesn't know the secret of muddy mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying.
Don't hate the ancients, don't see their people, hate their guts, and don't see their crazy ears. People who know me, two or three sons.
Li Baijun will never see how the water of the Yellow River flows from heaven into the ocean, and it will never return. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng: I'm going to drink, but I won't give up drinking.
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .
The sober and sage of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
Chen Er got a gift to make up for Du Fu's lack of Confucianism, and the master became famous. The king provided Changqing with a broad view of the East.
Soap carving is cold and urgent. Since it is dawn, don't watch it happen in vain.
Kanxiang sent Shangguan scholar back to Kansai to do another business, and Cen Can was travel-stained and lonely all day. There is no official support for the elderly, and there are many poor families outside.
Drunk eyes and light hair, spring dreams cross the Yellow River. When is it close to Guancheng?
Sighing with white hair, Cen Can's white hair is partial, and people are helpless. There are more temples than stems at present.
In the backyard, Wang Shoujun complained that when she didn't see the girl in the red boudoir, she was elegant and elegant. Fortunately, the king smiled piteously and recommended the beauty of Xiangtang.
Moths and eyebrows enter * * *, often fearing that their bodies will be abandoned from now on. Zhen Fei was jealous of leaving the palace, and the class girl guessed the long letter.
The door of Changxin Palace can't be closed, and Zhaoyang's song is blowing. The soul in the dream is still saying that the spirit has not come back after sleeping.
The endless yearning for your charming love makes my concubine cry in the backyard. Every time I watch the sunset, I sleep alone until the lights go out.
Smell insects and jade curtains in autumn and welcome Yuanyang water in spring. The beauty of old flowers is endless, and the white hair is similar to the snow now.
Rumor has it that Wan Fan hasn't rested yet, expecting the moth to go to the first month. Value emptiness over reality, abandon my concubine and chase new people.
I would like to ask the significance of pine leaves in Nanshan. If you are interested in drinking Li Bai's spring grass and Luo Shengyu's poems alone, how can you make new hibiscus flowers in the north?
The east wind blows sorrow, and the white hair invades. Looking at the mirror book with Li Bai's way, there is no ancient and modern, and it is still aging after being lost.
Laughing at Byakki Smoker, white hair like frost grass. A decree was sent to the Governor's Mansion in the left courtyard, and a total of red lacquer steps were mounted, separated by purple walls.
In the morning, the emperor's honor entered the palace, and at night the body was stained with the aroma of the furnace. White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds.
There is probably nothing wrong with the brilliant master dynasty, and the emperor played sparsely. Song, a Taoist priest on the rooftop, was lying with white hair, and suddenly he turned into silk in front of the mirror.
Far ashamed to eat Xia Zi, childish.
4. About the ancient poem of Qian Qi with white hair, the white hair is strong and the heart is dead, and it is a step to worry about the country.
The mountain is miserable and colorless, and my dear suddenly leaves. The dragon shadow divides the sword, and the mourning birds love the branches.
The vast sea of clouds is overseas, but we don't know each other. Qiu Pu Bai San thousands of feet has white hair and worries like a beard.
I don't know where to get autumn frost in the mirror. Autumn is clear, Dufu is ill in autumn, and white hair can be combed by itself.
Drug bait hates addition and subtraction, and the door is boring to clean. I love bamboo to send books to children.
In October, the river is calm and canoes go down the river. At first, I saw the sea pomegranate with white hair-Liu Zongyuan planted the fragrant cluster for several years, but the rhyme was different.
From then on, let's stop talking about spring sex and regard it as an ancient wood against a declining man. The world is difficult to pass, and the pastoral road is charming.
Diligent white hair, dismount and shine on Qingxi. -Wang Anshi's "The Road to Liling" sees white hair in the mirror. There used to be a blue cloud in Zhang Jiuling. It was a year of white hair.
But in the mirror, I feel sorry for myself. The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.
Success or failure has turned empty, the green hills are still there, and the sunset is a few degrees red. The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.
A pot of turbid wine loves to meet, and how many things are told in ancient and modern times (Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Luo Guanzhong). Jin Yuanhao asked about "sending love", where the guest dreams of turning to Peng, and the bed talks about moving the morning bell. The west wind has three white hairs in thousands of feet, and the old country is full of mountains and mountains.
The sand and water have left the geese, and Gankun cries for autumn insects. I don't know where the three old houses are, and Liu Shilong is absent-minded with shame.
He Xinlang (Xin Qiji), who wants to set an example in the Western Hills, wrote a few words, as if he were thinking deeply about his relatives and friends. I've been disappointed all my life, and my friends have dispersed, and there's not much left.
White hair hanging down three thousands of feet, laughing at all things in the world. Ask what can make the public happy.
I see how charming Castle Peak is, and I expect it to be. Emotions and looks are slightly similar.
A statue scratched its head in the east window. If you want to be far-sighted and stop writing poems, the flavor is at this time.
Jiang Zuo pursues fame deeply and doesn't know the secret of muddy mash. Looking back, the clouds are flying.
Don't hate the ancients, don't see their people, hate their guts, and don't see their crazy ears. People who know me, two or three sons.
Li Baijun will never see how the water of the Yellow River flows from heaven into the ocean, and it will never return. Have you seen the lovely hair in the bright mirror in the high room, although it is still silky black in the morning, it turns into snow at night?
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! . Since God has given talents, let them be used! As for the money, although it is scattered, it will get together again.
Cook a sheep, kill a cow, sharpen your appetite, and let me, 300 bowls, take a big drink! . Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng: I'm going to drink, but I won't give up drinking.
Let me sing you a song! , let your ears participate! . What are bells and drums, delicacies and treasures? Let me get drunk forever and never be rational! .
The sober and sage of the old days were forgotten, and only the drinker kept his name. Chen bought a barrel of wine with 10 thousand gold coins at a banquet in the temple, and everyone laughed and said one-liners
Why do you say, my master, your money is gone? , to buy wine, we drink together! . Five flower horses, Hsi Chin, give them to the boy in exchange for good wine. Whatever you want, sell eternal sorrow.
Chen Er got a gift to make up for Du Fu's lack of Confucianism, and the master became famous. The king provided Changqing with a broad view of the East.
Soap carving is cold and urgent. Since it is dawn, don't watch it happen in vain.
Kanxiang sent Shangguan scholar back to Kansai to do another business, and Cen Can was travel-stained and lonely all day. There is no official support for the elderly, and there are many poor families outside.
Drunk eyes and light hair, spring dreams cross the Yellow River. When is it close to Guancheng?
Sighing with white hair, Cen Can's white hair is partial, and people are helpless. There are more temples than stems at present.
In the backyard, Wang Shoujun complained that when she didn't see the girl in the red boudoir, she was elegant and elegant. Fortunately, the king smiled piteously and recommended the beauty of Xiangtang.
Moths and eyebrows enter * * *, often fearing that their bodies will be abandoned from now on. Zhen Fei was jealous of leaving the palace, and the class girl guessed the long letter.
The door of Changxin Palace can't be closed, and Zhaoyang's song is blowing. The soul in the dream is still saying that the spirit has not come back after sleeping.
The endless yearning for your charming love makes my concubine cry in the backyard. Every time I watch the sunset, I sleep alone until the lights go out.
Smell insects and jade curtains in autumn and welcome Yuanyang water in spring. The beauty of old flowers is endless, and the white hair is similar to the snow now.
Rumor has it that Wan Fan hasn't rested yet, expecting the moth to go to the first month. Value emptiness over reality, abandon my concubine and chase new people.
I would like to ask the significance of pine leaves in Nanshan. If you are interested in drinking Li Bai's spring grass and Luo Shengyu's poems alone, how can you make new hibiscus flowers in the north?
The east wind blows sorrow, and the white hair invades. Looking at the mirror book with Li Bai's way, there is no ancient and modern, and it is still aging after being lost.
Laughing at Byakki Smoker, white hair like frost grass. A decree was sent to the Governor's Mansion in the left courtyard, and a total of red lacquer steps were mounted, separated by purple walls.
In the morning, the emperor's honor entered the palace, and at night the body was stained with the aroma of the furnace. White hair increases, lamenting the withering of spring flowers, looking up at the sky and admiring the flying birds.
There is probably nothing wrong with the brilliant master dynasty, and the emperor played sparsely. Song, a Taoist priest on the rooftop, was lying with white hair, and suddenly he turned into silk in front of the mirror.
Far ashamed to eat Xia Zi, childish.
5. Poems related to white hair are all old white. Bai Juyi, a poet in Tang Dynasty
White hair is an honor for the elderly. White-haired people say "Bible" and "Bible"
White hair is not equal to wisdom. The Greek poet Minand
Zhu Yanjun is not old, my white hair will fall out first.
Tang Li Bai's Old Travels in Xiangyang was presented to Ma Shaofu.
Li Bai, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, remembered his old trip to Xiangyang and gave it to Ma Shaofu.
White hair three thousands of feet, sorrow like a beard.
Song of Autumn Pu by Tang Li Bai (XV).
Autumn Pu by Li Bai, a poet in Tang Dynasty
White hair has seeds, and it grows when you wake up. Famous sayings about white hair
Song Xin Qi Ji's "Water Tune Song Tou Sunlight Shoots Golden Que" Does white hair also have seeds? They were all drunk when they woke up. Express feelings for white hair, time and life.
Xin Qiji, a patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, "Tune the song with water, shoot the golden que by day"
People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Song Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride
The Fisherman's Pride by Fan Zhongyan, a statesman and writer in the Northern Song Dynasty.
Youth can't stay, but white hair is born naturally.
Send friends to Don Mutu.
The Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu's "Seeing Friends Off"
Who can worry about white hair? Minister Zhang Jianzhi of Tang Dynasty
Don't be nice to Zhu Yan, but forget the invasion of white-haired people. Li Duan, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, was famous for his white hair.
The autumn wind has blown, and Dongting Lake seems to be aging a lot. After a night of melancholy, Xiang Jun should have more white hair.
Tang Wenru inscribed Cao Qinghu in Longyang County.
Tang Wenru, a poet in the late Tang Dynasty, was named Cao Qinghu in Longyang County.
6. What poems describe "black hair"? 1. Advice to Tang Dynasty: Yan Zhenqing.
Every day when the cock crows, it is the best time for boys to read.
Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
2. Wen Chun
How about going to Dong Jun? Wind wrinkles scales, smoke wipes moths. I hate staring at each other, regardless of youth and not much black hair. The fragrant catkins attract fish to swallow green waves, and the falling flowers frighten butterflies to dream of Conan. Nest everywhere, carrying wine, boats and buildings.
3. Tomoko Ming Shou
The pear garden is sunny, but it is rainy and dusk, and the new fire is bright. Song Yisheng, Xiang Ding, wine warms Wu Ju. Zhu Yan Shouxing is a scholar wearing a light-colored shirt and a short hat. Take advantage of the situation to make a name for yourself.
4. The more you swim, the more nostalgic you become.
Penglai old trees are covered with clouds, neither high nor low, and foxes and rabbits crowd the altar. Half-folded stone tablet, empty old address, eternal yellow dust. After the death of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it was difficult to find a suitable army, and I couldn't meet a good person when I went. The sea has faded, the thrush has withered, and there is no spring on earth. Those who face each other across the building all day are tired, so they put down the curtains to cover the ripples of Xiangjiang River, and then put down their leisure worries and cut off the soul of the poem. It's not fog or smoke, but there is no sweet dream on the pond. Shoot slim bamboo shoots, open the screen window and push the skirt. Enjoy Jiaochun, the fragrance of the south, and roll up pear clouds.
5. Singers on Chinese Valentine's Day.
Cui Huixiu writes about Danqing, the rain is weak and the clouds are charming, and the water is beautiful and clear. Your lips and delicate hands are beautiful. Water can't make up spring makeup, but the wind is graceful. Who is with Yunping when you are drunk and awake? It is cool tonight. Lie down and watch the binary stars.
Huang Siniang sells wine as a gift, a piece of green slate and a song of Li Zhu. Dew and clouds, flowers and willows, time to comb. There is nowhere to worry about, ask what the dream of three lives is. Who will help xiaoqian? The fiber of spring stirs the singing beard. In autumn, lakes and mountains, together with Bai Zirui's Yan Ji, gave a gift to the singer. In autumn, a reed flower was filmed, and the sun set and the rain was raining. Envy romantic songs and dances, peaceful times, poetry and wine career. When Yangliuqing leaps into the spring breeze, and osmanthus cools jathyapple. A song Wu Wa laughs at Jiangzhou tears.
How did the ancients wash their hair?
Pure natural seeds, rice washing and washing have been used for a long time. . Sincerity is easy to get. Including but not limited to rice, bran, dregs and beans, all seem to be available materials.