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"Happy Moon" (non-metrical) Bamboo plums are everywhere, revealing new nails. Full of jade, everything is bright. Bright and beautiful thousands of miles * * *, aggressive dance. Poets keep company with the night, and Mohists are classics all year round. Mandarin ducks dream in the world, butterflies sing in the world. Chang 'e's patronage can't be heartless. "Crazy Moon" wants a dream to be empty, and a glass of turbid wine invites the sky. Who loves the moon this night? Xiao Ye went upstairs to play. The monthly sequence of "Wounded Moon" is helpless and never wastes time. Chang 'e also broke the reunion mirror. No wonder there are so many separations between people. "thinking about the moon" is the most intoxicating when the moon is bright and poetry and books are overwhelming. Affectionate poets are affectionate, which shows that Chang 'e Jade Que has come. "Touching the Moon" is full of beautiful nights, and Ran Ran sends lovesickness on a romantic day. If Chang 'e sympathizes with her bosom friend, don't take farewell photos to the world. "Moon in a Cup" Chang 'e is a drinker and used to being drunk in a cup. I even swallowed Qing and taught Qing to take good care of Nong's heart. "Mei moonlit asked," Who is resistant to Lengyue, and thin bones are willing to ban the night wind forever? I believe Luo Fuxiang has a good dream, but he is still willing to treat Shixiong. "Picking Lotus on a Moonlit Night" reveals that the night gives birth to fragrance, and the female companion rides the moonlight lightly. Tell the lotus pickers not to strike, lest they disturb Yuanyang for the night. People are like rhyme, and rhyme is like sound. In this voice, there is a sentimental heart. The sentimental meaning of "Mrs. Bamboo" means no makeup, no decoration, no gentleness, and she is strong with her husband. Self-pity is empty under the fence, and the world is closed because of hope. Sex is hard to please, and the heart is too delicate to be vulnerable to autumn. The early understanding of human feelings was divided into cold and warm, so the garden was conservative and romantic. "Song" is rooted in Daizong and has been sealed in the mountains by Dr. Bo. Clear. Dragon * * * fierce frost shock, Jin Jie was finally Hao. The wind roared and the crane roared for a long time, and the moonlight disappeared at night. I'm cold and practicing, just waiting for the spring clouds to turn into dragons. "Xi Yu" is full of eagerness and passion, and its creation is pitiful. Even the good rain in the morning is beaming, and cheers from all directions go straight into the sky. The newly hung trees with sunset red still have green piles of smoke. I am not fierce in Yantian, and I have a deep relationship with agricultural books. The chanting cicada who took a nap suddenly went to the mountain city, and the leaves sang intermittently in the wind. I seem to be dreaming in the afternoon, but no one wants to listen to the autumn sound. Although my heart is cold after the hot summer, fortunately, the rice dew in the morning has always been clear. It's better to live in seclusion in a noble place, and don't be suspicious among the green indifferent trees! . Xia Long accidentally got a sentence, don't think about it, the sunrise is too late for the thatched cottage. It seems that the world is too narrow to speak, and the length of a day can only be felt in leisure. Lazy and knowledgeable about the world and flowers, don't laugh at the wind and laugh wildly. Seek summer shelter first and sail to Haiyun countryside. "Narcissus" shines brilliantly in the Crystal Palace, and the Taoist style is different. Julie Huilian Bolangrun, Hui Miao Xin and Shi Linglong. In the final analysis, the roots are different, and there is a bow between sincerity and concession. No one can be as clean as a fairy, only Rao is deeply interested in Whelan. Overlooking the autumn suburbs, the surrounding mountains are clean and dust-free, but the beautiful scenery is better than spring. When the white clouds are like me, the faint red leaves are intoxicating. In summer, Ran Ran longs for geese, and the autumn waters are hidden in Ming Che. Go and see the sun nearby, because of all his glory, and come back when the moonlight is new. Qiu Si pity wild cranes, afraid to listen to the wind and rain. Tears are drunk with frost, and old dreams are lost with the moon. Full of clouds, I hate that day, autumn birds cry heartbroken. A short and long mood, such as a declining willow, is infinitely uneven. A gust of autumn wind passed through the bamboo forest, and the clear eyes on the leaves suddenly went round and round, crisp. At first glance, a green leaf quietly passed away. Is the heart too delicate? Or turn the feeling that people are not things into thin lines of poetry? Wind and rain, those allusions, with subtle sentences, listen to deep feelings and climb out along the end of a pulse. There is something, the scenery is affectionate, holding Mr. Bagpipes' delicate hands and leaving a graceful voice. "Wild cranes are used to love each other, and Ran Ran is happy to come with me." I like the sentence with "crane" in the poem, and I don't ask where the wine comes from. I just want to open my eyes and express my feelings. What I appreciate most is this poem: "Zhao Jun's resentment" is filled with dust, and the dark clouds are pressing the embroidered saddle. Although riding across the desert, it is still the Han family. The heartbreaking beauty returns to the text, and the tears wet the pipa. I hope the king loves me, and the Phoenix Tower is still full. "Linjiang Xian, broom sweeps away sorrow on New Year's Eve" (On New Year's Eve, most of my old friends poured wine, so they gave me a broom to sweep away sorrow. ) I have been busy for 360 years and can't travel well. The old friend is cautious about his investment. Advise Nong not to wake up. He should be drunk. Wealth floats in foreign affairs, so you don't have to chase it. Tonight is full of wine. Yangchunyuanjiao will leave tomorrow. Plum blossoms Wang Anshi counted the plum blossoms in the corner, and cold ling opened them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming. On June 27, one of Wang Hulou's drunken books, Su Shi's dark clouds turned over the ink to hide the mountain, and the white rain jumped into the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle. On June 27, Wang Hulou was drunk. Second, Su Shi released the fish and turtles one by one, and the ownerless lotus bloomed everywhere. Water pillows can make mountains pitch, and wind and ships drift around the moon. Zheng Xie, a bamboo stone, insists that the green hills are not relaxed and the roots are broken. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. The son of the fisherman, the egrets fly in front of Mount Zhang Xisai, and the peach blossoms are flowing and the mandarin fish are fat. An old man in the bank, wearing a green bamboo hat raincoat and a green raincoat, braved the wind and rain and fished leisurely. He was fascinated by the beautiful spring scenery and didn't even go home in the rain. On the first day of January, Wang Anshi's one-year-old firecrackers sounded, and the spring breeze sent warmth into Tu Su. Thousands of families trade new peaches for old ones every day. Yuanbao Liu He Jasper is decorated to a tree height, and the evergreen silk tapestry hangs down. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but February looks like scissors. When did the West Lake Song and Dance stop outside the Castle Peak Building outside Lin Sheng Mountain? Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent. Wang Wei in Zhuliguan leans alone in the dense bamboo, and I am playing the pipa and humming a song. It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. A gift for Wang Bai was about to take a boat when he suddenly heard a song on the shore. Even if the Peach Blossom Pond is deep, it is not as deep as Wang Lun's sending away my love. There are many weeds and flowers beside Liuyuxi Suzaku Bridge in Wuyi Lane, and the sunset at the entrance of Wuyi Lane is oblique. Swallows under the eaves of Wang Dao and Xie An have now flown into the homes of ordinary people. The hedges of Yang Wanli in Xugong Hall in the new city are scattered all the way, and the flowers on the trees are not shaded. The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again. Sleeping at Jiande River Meng Haoran When my boat was sailing in the fog, the days were getting shorter and the memories of the old days began. The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon. Shangshan left early, Wen began to collect taxes early in the morning, and the guests all went back to their hometown to express their condolences. When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost. Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post. Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food. Du Fu's two orioles sang green willows, and a line of egrets went up to the sky. The window contains the autumn snow in Xiling, at the gate of Wu Dong Wan Li boating. Jiang Xue LiuZongYuan hundred mountains without birds, thousand paths without footprints. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. Liu Changqing, the owner of Furong Mountain, stayed in the snow, and it was far away at dusk. Chai Men heard dogs barking and went home on a snowy night. In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. Time: Tang Author: Yuan Zhen-The second content of "Leaving Thoughts": Once the sea was difficult for water, it was amber forever. Hurried through the flowers, lazy to look back; This reason is partly because of the ascetic monk, and partly because of who you used to be. About the author: Wei Zhi, a native of Hanoi, Henan. Young orphan, mother Zheng Xian, Wen, personally awarded the book biography. Give examples to illustrate classic judgments and so on. , and edit the school book lang. At the age of 53, he was shot by the right servant of Shangshu. Bai Juyi advocated peace since he was a child. At that time, the poet was called "Bai Yuan" and nicknamed "Bai Yuan". Its collection is as famous as Juyi. Note: Sea: vast sea. Wushan: refers to the "Twelve Peaks of Wushan" along the Yangtze River Wuxia. Among them, Chao Yunfeng is particularly beautiful, and the legend is the incarnation of the goddess. Take time: the other way around: because. Appreciation: Yuan Zhen's poems describe his infatuation with his former lover, which is unforgettable. No matter how beautiful a woman is, in his eyes, she can't compare with the right person. Just like people who have experienced seawater and Wushan clouds, they won't regard the water clouds in other places as "seawater and Wushan clouds". Such a spoony poem comes from Yuan Zhen, who abandoned your wife's Yuan Zhen at the beginning, indicating that being a man and being a writer are not the same person. "Once the sea was difficult for water, it was always amber." In a word, it has been passed down to this day. Xu Zaisi-"The Moon is Full, Sweet Dew Homesickness" [Huang Zhong]