In the autumn moon, the South Lake picks white apples and lotus flowers. They are eager to try and worry about killing the boatmen.
"Wuqi District" Li Bai
At sunset, the outline of Wu Palace and the beauty of the palace on Suzhou platform are hazy. Wu Ge's Chu dance is not over,
Qingshan wants to last for half a day. The pleasure of the king of Wu and his attendants gradually came to an end.
The east is getting higher and higher.
Li Bai's safari
In the border town, you will never read a word in your life, but you will go into battle lightly and hunt.
The autumn wind blows gently, and the grass is white. It is the season when horses are fat and cows are strong. Flying horses depict shadows, and the riders on horseback are so complacent! The golden whip brushed the snow and waved the sheath,
Half-heartedly calling for the eagle in the outer suburbs. The full moon is full of bows and bends, flying in two directions.
The onlookers on the grassland were afraid of being hurt by the arrow wind and retreated behind them involuntarily. The whole desert was shocked by the heroic spirit of the rider. Confucian scholars are not as good as rangers,
What are the advantages of hanging a white curtain?
Li Bai's Biography of Two Dragons
The Yellow Emperor collected the copper from Shoushan Mountain, cast the Baoding under Jingshan Mountain, and refined the elixir. The elixir was successful, and the Yellow Emperor and the Lapras Feixianguan in the harem entered the fairyland. Cinnabar turns into gold,
Ride a dragonfly to Taiqing's house. Worrying about the clouds and thinking about the sea is embarrassing, and the palace girls are like flowers.
Lingzixia, drifting in the waves, jumped into the car with the wind. Get on the Luan car and serve Xuanyuan,
Wandering in the blue sky, his joy is beyond words.
Dinghu Lake is quiet with flowing water. Xuanyuan went with a bow and a sword, and the ancients preached and taught and stayed there.
The harem is full of flowers, and she flies without returning to smoke, riding a dragon to heaven and reaching the sky.
Let Heaven know, smell Heaven, and grow up in Yun He. Carrying a jade girl, crossing the purple emperor,
The purple emperor prescribed a prescription for the white rabbit, and it disappeared the day after tomorrow.
Looking down at the Queen Mother in Yaochi, the moth eyebrows rustle like autumn frost.
Li Bai's Yu Zhanghang
Hu Feng blows instead of horses, and guards Luyangguan in the north. Wu Bing took a photo of Hai Xue and asked when it would come back.
Halfway through Liao and Jin, Huang Yun was in great pain. The old mother and son left without saying goodbye and cried among the weeds.
The white horse is surrounded by flags and mourns to climb high. The autumn moon of poplars is bitter, but Zhang Yu falls early.
I'm from Ming Xiu, and I haven't been idle while cutting Lu Su. Do you cherish fighting to death and sweep away fierce stubbornness for you?
Without feathers in the stone, it's hard not to be afraid of danger. If the ship flies like a whale, it will fall into the bay of stars.
This song can't be played, as evidenced by the three armed forces.
Qiu Si "Li Bai
The spring sun is like yesterday, and the trees sing orioles. The grass grows at dusk and the cool wind blows.
Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chickens are sad. Sit and rest in sorrow, and the Millennium withers and blooms.
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The beauty in the boudoir is over ten years old, and moths hate leaving home. Suddenly on the river, spring returns to Yan,
Won the book in the clouds. The jade hand opens its mouth and sighs, but the madman still guards Hebei.
Wan Li flows in the north of the Yangtze River and wishes to pan-continent in Shuang Yan. Clouds ride on green silk,
My place is covered with moss. The spring breeze upstairs is going to rest. Who can look at the sad hair in the mirror?
Xiao Chui tube falling flowers, night knife glory clothes to the moon. The moon was carved high and long,
Real bead curtain foil covers the orchid hall. With one heart hanging down the treasure knot, I half caressed Qiong Yan Su Hexiang.
Qiong Yan Baolian's branches are exhausted, and the lights and candles shine lonely and sleep. With gold scissors,
Leave a lovesickness pillow for you. I don't see you after picking orchids, and the red scarf is full of tears.
There will be more traffic jams next year, and I would like to be a cloud on the balcony.
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