Deng Min
The winding path of clear water and green hills is secluded, and Luomen Lane is full of haze.
Find a poet to stay in the monk wall and sell paintings to pay for the restaurant.
Yan city crazy brother sad encounter, Qinhuai residual dreams recall prosperity.
What do you know about new worries and old hates? You pay Mao (it should be next to the word "unitary").
Visiting Cao Xueqin is not worth it.
Deng Min
The frozen clouds in Yepu are deep, and the firewood is thin. There is no one in the mountain village, and the sunset is about to set.
Song of military wine
Duncheng
I met Qin Xue in Huaiyuan at dawn in autumn, and he got wet in the wind and rain. When the master didn't come out, Qin Xue was so thirsty that I drank it because I took off my sword and sold it. Qin Xue was so happy that she wrote a long song to thank Yu. I also do this answer.
Hearing congratulations on building the lake, I didn't hesitate to throw wine at the beetle. It is also said that Ruan unloaded the golden mink for whales to suck. Yu Ben is not a madman, with no gold around his waist. Autumn is cold, windy and rainy, and the garden is full of elms and willows. Master didn't feel the boy, Jia Gan urn astringent when! The feeling of meeting and hating each other late is a pure generation, and the difference between one stone can warm people's hearts. What's wrong with foreign things? Luan Dao ground autumn frost last night. And the eyes are soft and full, ... which makes the liver and lungs grow horns. Cao Zixiao said "fast"! Knock on stones and sing loudly. I know that your poems are as bold as iron and as cold as the Taoist camp. I have Gu Jian still in the box, and the autumn water is cool. It's better to sing Wang Lang if a gentleman wants to dial.
Give my heart to Cao Xueqin.
Duncheng
Shaoling gave it to General Cao, who was once called his son. After the death of the monarch or general, Peng Hao Tun was blocked in this ring. Yangzhou's old dream has long since died, accompanied by a calf nose. Love poems and pens have a strange spirit, catching up with Long Valley Pi Lifan. It was a few mornings in Humen, and the west window was cut by candles. Then he fell down, eloquent. When I miss you, I don't meet you, and the sunset is loose at the door of thistle. I advise you not to play Diner Man, and I advise you not to knock on the door of the rich. Might as well write a book.