The green poplar grass is Changting Road, which is easy to go when you are young. The dream at the top of the building is five minutes old, and the flower bottom is in March rain. Ruthless people who understand the misery of amorous people, an inch of acacia melancholy has turned into a wanlvqiansi. Ultima Thule is far away from the end of the day, only the heart of the mind is infinite long, no time ah.
Wang Jian, Wang Fushi
Looking at the husband, the river is leisurely; The woman becomes a stone, never look back. The mountains are raining day after day, and pedestrians return to Shi Yingyu.
nine unique works for yaqing Hu Chu
jun went to Dongshan to walk in the clouds. why don't you carry a red dress in the back car? Luo Yi's tears in the spring were exhausted, and he was only silent and sent to the king. You live in a painting building by the river, and my concubine lives in the cape to send the tide. There are my lovesick tears in the tide, but they don't flow in front of the building. My concubine is willing to paint a picture for the clouds, and you promised to see her return home on the 1th. I'm afraid you'll look back at the high city and lean against the river tower for the sunset.
a butterfly loves a flower.
Hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon. Every evening is like a ring, and every evening becomes a sigh. If the moon is bright at last, I will not hesitate to be hot with snow and ice. It's easy to die without that dust, but the swallow is still there, said the soft curtain hook. After singing the autumn grave, the sorrow did not rest, and the spring bush recognized the amphibious butterfly.
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Cheng Gai, the tallest building
was worried in the past, and his eyebrows were ashamed. Remember for a long time and swim by the shoulder. The skirt is covered with stockings and peach blossoms, and the thin shirt is lightly fanned by the apricot blossom building. A few trips, a few drunks, and a few stays. Unexpectedly, the spring breeze has broken. Unexpectedly, the clouds also dispersed. Old days are easy, but hate is hard to pay. The bee doesn't understand people's sufferings, while the swallow doesn't understand people's worries. Old feelings can't disappear, when will they rest?
the grass is fading and the sun is setting.
who and the mail? The west lake water is lovesick tears.
jiangchengzi Qin Guan
the willows in Xicheng are soft in spring. Move away from worry. Tears cannot be gathered up. I still remember my affection, and I once returned to the boat for the department. On the day of Biye Zhuqiao, people disappeared and water flowed in vain. Youth is not reserved for teenagers. Hate you. When is the break? When the flying catkins fall, they climb the stairs. Doing the riverside is full of tears, endless flow, and many worries.
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A cluster of flowers made Zhang Xian
hurt Gao Huaiyuan when he was poor. There seems to be nothing more powerful than love in this world! The sadness of parting is implicated in countless wicker entanglements, not to mention the east street, the weeping willow has been flying fabric. Riding away, collecting dust constantly, where to recognize lang trace. The biogas slurry in Shuangyuanchi is dissolved. Small radial communication between north and south. The ladder on the eagles pavilion has been removed, and after dusk, still alone in the face of the curtain, looking at the xiezhao moon above it. It's better to hate and think carefully than to marry Dongfeng.
chitose Zhang xian
counted the thrush. Also reported to Fangfei. Cherish the spring and fold the residual red. The rain is light and the wind is violent, and the plum blossoms are green. Yongfeng willow, no one flies all day. Don't pluck the strings. Bitterness can be said. The sky is not old, and love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. The night has passed, and the east window is not white.
Magnolia Zhang Xian
When we are separated, we have a dream of meeting each other, and the horseshoe dust has moved outside. The songs of complaint are reserved for drunkenness, and it's hard to see them in the distance. Tonight, it's romantic to know who * * *, and the phoenix is on the flute of the lute. Nothing in life is more affectionate, and the river is not deep and heavy.
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inspector Ouyang Xiu
Last January night, the flower market was lit like a day. The moon rose above the willow tree, At dusk he had a tryst with me. The lantern festival on the fifteenth day of the first month of this year, the moonlight and the lights are still the same as last year. See last year, tears Man Chun shirt sleeve.
operator Li Zhiyi
I live at the head of the Yangtze River, but you live at the end of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day, but I don't see you, so I drink the Yangtze River water. The water of the Yangtze river, the long east flow, do not know when can stop, their acacia departure hate also do not know when to stop. Just hope that your mind like my thoughts, will certainly not live up to this mutual miss.
complaining and caring
where are you going to throw people away all night? There is no sound, and the fragrant pavilion is covered. When the eyebrows are gathered, the moon will sink, and you will not find each other. Resentment is lonely. In my heart, for your heart, we will know each other and remember each other deeply.
Maibeitang Yuanhao asks
What is love in the world? Teach me to live and die together. Flying in all directions, the old wings are cold and hot several times. Have fun, leave bitter, and there will be more children in the school. You should have a word, Wan Li clouds, Qian Shan sunset snow, only shadow to whom? Hengfen Road, lonely when Xiao Gu. The smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly cries the wind and rain. The sky is also jealous, and if you don't believe it, the birds and swallows are all loess. For generations to come, to be reserved for poets, to sing and drink wildly, and to visit Yanqiu.
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Niu Xiji, the health inspector
The smoke in the spring is coming, the sky is pale and the stars are sparse, and the face of the waning moon is bright, so don't cry. There are many words, and the feelings are not over. Looking back, it is still important to remember the green silk skirt and the grass everywhere.
Jiang Chengzi Su Dongpo
Ten years of life and death are two boundless. Never think, never forget. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost. At night, I dream of returning home suddenly, and Xiao Xuan window is dressing up. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected to be heartbroken every year, on the moonlit night, short matsuoka.