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Zhong Qing
Tang Bai Juyi
The hungry eagle is above, and the withered crown is below.
In the vast snowfield, there is a piece of sand.
It's Zhaojun's tomb, which has been buried for a long time.
If you coagulate fat into mud, there is no recycling of lead and black.
It's just resentment, sometimes around the grave.
Depression, like bitter fog, does not rot with bones.
A woman has no talent, whether she has luster or not.
He Naiming hanged the painter alone on the orders of the princess.
Dan Qing made mistakes and corrected them in black and white.
So it became your eyes.
Peers love each other, but aliens are spouses.
As we all know, beauty is not as ugly as happiness.
Say nothing for a while, and quit after a thousand years.
After the special report, you don't have to rely on your eyebrows.
Chai Jing had nothing to say and married a poor housewife.
You can't see it on the Zhong Qing. Pedestrians are watering the wine.
2, at present, beauty and ugliness are easy to know, and it is still deceptive to be close at hand.
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And Wang's Fermin Song.
Sima Guang in Northern Song Dynasty
Young Hu got on the horse and sang Hugh, while Jin drove a white camel.
Fei Ming cried and resigned from the sad and helpless Han master.
There are two animal faces on the bronze ring of the palace gate. When can I see you again?
Don't live in Wushan, marry the hometown.
The cold sand and sparse vegetation in Wan Li bring people back to the Great Wall.
In the old days, there was nothing to get to know, only autumn geese flew by Yunfei.
Sorrow sits on four strings, and the end of the song hides Hu Tian.
Shi Er couldn't understand the Chinese language, pointing out that funeral music can still be passed down.
Pass the conference semifinals to Middle-earth, in case they go to Yuefu next year.
I don't know whether my body will live or die, but I'm going to slap my master at last.
At present, beauty and ugliness are easy to know, but they can still be bullied at hand.
You didn't see the bald Xiao Taifu. There is no doubt that he was drugged.
3, wise men and fools look at shape, beauty and ugliness don't look at themselves.
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Give without blaming: Eight Rhymes don't like seeing a gentleman's cloud.
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Zhang Lei in Northern Song Dynasty
Wise men and fools judge shapes, beauty and ugliness but can't see themselves.
The doctor's arm should be 30% off, and the sword should be tempered.
Grind the ancient bronze of Jun, abandon simplicity and make a clear distinction.
A wise man is a thousand fools, but Qin dares to forget to offer.
4, beauty and ugliness are not abandoned, and the positioning is set in people.
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Spinal resection
Li Tingrui in the Late Song Dynasty and Early Yuan Dynasty
The green armor has not moved, and the thorns have been cut.
Although the damage was small, it was cut in time.
Give up the hoe and sigh three times, and miss you for a spring.
It is difficult and sad to stay in China.
The wall leans against the pool, and the willow green is inserted into the pool.
Who can restrict grazing and move the water bank of the pool?
I love Liu very much and I don't care about Liu.
Beauty and ugliness don't abandon materials, and the positioning is set in people.
Why physics is special and benevolent.
5, wipe the bronze mirror, want to take ugly beauty.
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The gentleman thought.
Qing Li hong
Graceful aragonite, pulley guide Silk.
I am the weak in Shi Jian, and my wife knows it.
Years have turned for a long time, leaving traces on the stone.
The bandits tried their best to go deep into the surrounding area.
New silk is sewn together, but old stone is hard to mend.
As we all know, the weak can destroy the strong, and its danger is hard to keep.
Ant soil and thread slip, the gentleman thinks.
Wipe the bronze mirror, hoping to shine ugliness and beauty.
Put the mirror aside and see that he has disappeared.
It is necessary to know that the Ming dynasty was a nobleman, and if it is biased, cover your ears.
The hook distance is limited and the ruler is endless.
A gentleman thinks that everything is ready.
6, jingwei is turbid, beautiful and ugly.
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I feel that I am sending the uncle rhyme of Chaomei with Su Wenzhong.
A Qing Gui
Less is less, more and more important, and the bureau is arrogant.
Only those who know happiness can plan everything.
Now that I am old and crazy, I have given up more donations.
Comfort yourself and pay for it.
Worry is like a hedgehog, disturbing the white-haired year.
Although I still want to live, I'd rather know word of mouth.
Hu did not write "Going Home", and he was wanton and poor.
Pine and bamboo shade me, and I am full of clouds.
Beijing tastes clear and turbid, and beauty and ugliness are hateful.
See or smell, the valley sleeps for a long time.
Tea collected from Nanshan is fried with pine branches.
I feel warm, happy and quiet inside.
Is it necessary to find cinnabar, and it is predestined relationship with the gods.
Drunk hometown is also good, there is no money in the bag.