Early in the morning ... in Li Deyu, the morning snow covered the bamboo in the cold stream, and the wind swept Noda Peng. Looking around without a trace, who pity the lonely old man. Xu Hun rose from the west wing in the morning to pity the depths of shearing waves, and picked a piece of Cui Ninghong. The bright moon is not scattered downstairs, and the three paths are worried about the Tianhe River. Zhao Wei's miscellaneous songs, yesterday's salt, sleepy, listening to the morning chickens in the border town to ride, worrying about sleeping to cover the night. Put on your clothes and peep at the moon, wipe your tears and wait for the cock to crow. Don't be angry for years, just like crying at night. You should hate yourself if you succeed, and you will be sent to western Liaoning sooner or later. In the early morning of Yu Shinan, the morning light shines on all the tiles, and the evening mist closes on the double eaves. Jade flowers are candles at midnight, and gold pots are sent to Xiao. The sun shines in the green temple, and summer is born in the building. Heavy doors should lead the way, and books should lead princes. From the morning in beginning of spring, it suddenly began to snow in Zhang Jiuling and Lin Tingxue, and Hua Yao was everywhere. This year's welcome began, and last night was accompanied by spring return. Bamboo in front of the window and plum in the yard. In the eastern suburbs, you should see the Five Gods. Zhang Jiuling went out of the county forest in the morning, walked all morning in Beilin, and Xiao had a rest. Lin was still alive when I saw him again last month. The clouds are far away, and the laughter is deep. Only when things are scarce can we know what is outside our hearts. Wang Bo closed in the morning, the mountains were open, and the slate road was clean. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu sings autumn wind, Yan rests, and it floats in the evening. The bamboo forest is swaying and the pool water is woven into a trickle. Delicious dance sleeves with pink makeup floor. In spite of your kindness, Wan Fan plays the Mid-Autumn Festival. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiuyun changed the copper in the south, and the jade leaves in the western suburbs were pale. Eta Ursa major moves and the sun is shining. Gaiyin Lotus Peak Que, Array Shadow Pterosaur City. When you knew it, you didn't meet it. It hurt you. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu's trip to Chen Qiu was dusk, and they had a chat for the time being. Hiding elm is not to remonstrate with Chu, but to make sorrow and joy. Fractal makeup thin temples, carved shadow makeup dangerous crown. Self-pity is broken, and the cold forest blows cold. Wang Luobin Qiu Chen and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu Yong Qiulu Guan Yu early cold, Jintang autumn return. The palm is brighter than the net, and the lotus is smaller. Frost turns into dawn liquid, and the moon is full of brilliance. No Wu Tai, get your clothes wet. Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted the autumn moon, and the moon was full of mirrors and round wheels. The dew is cold and the frost is cold. The color is leaking and sparse, and the floating light is in a hurry. It's not safe to fly south. Wang Luobin and Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted about the cold current of autumn water in the north, and the jade wheel was clear. The picture is bright and the handwriting on the moon is bright and beautiful. Pan-curved kite line moves, and it's a surprise with Feng Xuan. Only in the imperial ditch, I am sad and ruined. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted autumn shadows and jade autumn, and golden fireflies shone on cold nights. Full of doubt and suspicion, but also afraid of frost and fire. Scattered colors linger in vain, and flowers float around the bridal chamber. If you are tired of hanging curtains, you should cherish the remaining light. , Wang, Zichuan Mao Sima Qiujiu chanted Qiuju to show off the night, singing is ten steps. Laugh at Huang Tian and shake the wind with Cui * *. Broken shadow culvert flow, fragrance connected across the bank. Jin Qiaotu can be popular, but whose jade is it? Wang He and Qiu Jiuyan, Mao Sima of Zichuan, hand in hand to bid farewell to Haige, pointing to Jianggan. When the array goes to the cold river, the book belongs to the jade to keep out the cold. It is easy to fly with the moon, but difficult to separate from the smoke. When the same Gu Ying, brush feather Pan Qinglan. Du Fu's morning rain dripped in the morning light, and I smelled it on the early leaves. Fog is sprinkled on the ground, and the wind rotates against the clouds. For the time being, the wood is light, and the birds and animals touch it. Half of the musk mountain, the pavilion is not fully divided at noon. The sheep scholar looked up at the forest in the morning of Nanchi last month, and he was natural and unrestrained. What happened to Brother Ling? The lotus pond knows how to walk alone The clothes are cool when dipped in bamboo, and the tea is clear until the stone spring is clear. Advocating that the former is virtuous and thin, the frog tries to sing. In the afternoon in Juyuan Yang, the government waited on the dressing gown, and the colorful wisps were still beautiful, and the Lingfeng volume reopened. The party should arrive in five days and nine days. When summer comes back, the hair in barnyard grass is clear. Knowing from a distance is timely, and the knife ruler is urged by the fire cloud. In the morning, Ouyang Zhan installed the village shop and went out to the west of the moon, and the woodcock buzzed. Travel lights sit all night, and the bag is tied to the morning sign. Silent people are still sleeping, and the sky is not clear. There is no rest, there is a process before doing things. In the winter morning, Liu Yuxi sent a message that the trees in Lotte Pavilion were moving, the birds were moving and the county government was still ringing. The lights are red and the wine is white. Too little hair, too much comb, and a bad face. Whoever sings alone should be sent to Luoyang city. Bai Juyi and his dream of winter morning spread at five o'clock in the morning, and the cock crowed for the third time. The account is calm, and the window is bright and clean. The book says that warm wine is reborn when the lights don't go out. Listen to the acropolis first. In the morning, Li Deyu recalled the snow in the mountains and the snow in the rocks. If the bamboo shoots are low, there should be more loose covers. The mountain slides with the ice and the forest flies over it. Don't bother to smell the crane before playing the bitter cold song. At noon ... Su Shunqin, the author of Summer Meaning, held a grand summer banquet, and pomegranate bloomed from the curtains. The dense shade cut off the heat. It was at noon when I woke up and heard the intermittent chirping of orioles. At noon in summer, the sun is very hot, farmers are still working, and beads are dripping into the soil. I just want to sleep when I am sleepy for a long time. What the Japanese are thirsty for is tea. Xie Que begonia flies out of the floc, and the weather is getting longer and longer. At night, I will go to Sauvignon Blanc Mountain and the seaside once, and I will go to Guan Yu. Night light. When the wind changes, the snow changes, and the dream of hurting the heart of the country falls through. There is no such sound in the old garden. Yuan (Xin Qiji) Thousands of trees are blooming in the east wind night, and there are many stars. The BMW carved cars are full of incense, the phoenix flute rings, the jade pot flashes, and the dragons and dragons dance together all night. Moths, snow, willows, gold thread, laughter and incense are all gone. Looking for her in the crowd, I suddenly looked back and the man was already there. In the dim light, a night-mooring near maple bridge fell all over the sky, and Jiang Feng was too worried to sleep. In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship. Du Fu of Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night knows the rainy season, which happens in spring. 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. "A Night Outside" (Du Fu) The breeze rippled on the grass bank, through the night, and blew to my still high mast. The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river. I hope my art can bring me fame and liberate my sick old age from the office! . Flying around, flying around, what am I like, just a sandpiper in the vast world! . From a berth on Tonglu to a friend (Meng Haoran) in Yangzhou, the monkey sobbed on the shadowed mountain, and the river rushed at night. The wind on both sides of the strait rustled the branches and leaves, and the moonlight reflected on the river, a boat on a river. Jiande's scenery is good, but it's not my hometown. I still miss my old friends in Yangzhou. Recalling those two lines of tears that I couldn't restrain, I looked at the west side of the west bank and sent sadness to Yangzhou. Untitled (Li Shangyin) Last night's star, last night's wind, the west of the studio and the east of Guixiangtang. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same. Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind. Untitled 1 (Li Shangyin) You said you would come, but you didn't. You left me no trace except the moonlight on your tower at five o'clock. The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter. The layering of residual jade is hazy; Musk smoked through the tulle, soft. But I can't reach the magic mountain, and you are on the other side, the night berth on Jiande River beyond Wanfeng (Meng Haoran), and my boat is sailing in the fog, the sun is fading, and old memories begin. How vast the world is, how close the trees are to heaven, and how close the moon is to the water! Qiuxi (Du Mu) painted a cold screen with a silver candle, waving a small fan to pounce on fireflies. The stone steps at night are as cold as cold water, sitting and staring at the cowherd and the weaver girl. You should admit that you are stupid! ! ! ! ! Baidu, check the piles ... should be helpful to you! ! ! 88 ....
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