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Wan's hoofbeat from far to near.
Just like the sound of 50 strings crossing the Great Wall, it awakened the dreamer.
Quietly teasing the stupefied curtains
Whispers of birds looking for nests
if there is no
Cold reinforced jungle.
Into a dangerous and rugged river bank.
Turn the huge white flowers into pieces.
It is accompanied by rhythm mercilessly.
The wind is coming.
Stepping on the awning of the opposite family with unwilling and urgent steps
Rise in succession
I can't see your face in the dark.
Is it a pity that no one appreciates it?
cannot
Naked insects lie on the shore.
Miss you tenderly in a flying dream.
# 1 Rain Lane-Dai Wangshu
Yuxiang
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
Hope to meet.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
She does.
Lilacs have the same color,
Fragrance is the same as Ding Xiang.
Ding Xiang is a kind of sadness,
Mourning in the rain,
Sadness and resentment seem awkward;
She seems to wander in this lonely rain lane,
Hold an oil-paper umbrella
Like me,
Like me.
Momo is gone,
Cold desert, sad and clear, melancholy.
She approached quietly.
Get close and throw again
Too much eye light,
She floated by.
Like a dream,
Sad as a dream.
Like floating in a dream
A fragrant land,
I passed this woman by;
She left quietly, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walk through this rainy path.
In the lamentation of the rain,
Fade her face,
Break up her powder room,
Disappeared, even hers.
Too much eye light,
Ding Xiang's melancholy.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella alone
As if wandering in the leisurely.
Lonely rain lane,
I hope to float over.
One sample at a time.
A sad aunt.
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-Old.
Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Du Fu
Good rain knows the season when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
Early Spring in the Capital: Arriving at Zhangji
Han Yu
The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,
The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.
The biggest advantage is that one spring,
It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.
Lin' an in the early spring
Lu you
In recent years, officials are interested in a thin layer of gauze. Who will let me take a bus to Kyoto to visit this bustling city?
Living in a small building and listening to the falling spring rain, you will hear the sound of selling apricots in the depths of the alley early in the morning.
Slowly spread out small pieces of paper sideways, every word is organized, carefully boil water and tea under the sun window, skim it and try to taste famous tea.
Oh, don't sigh that the dust in Kyoto will stain the white clothes, and there is still time to return to the mirror house in Lake Ubak.