Yu Qian (1398—— 1457) Ode to a Lime.
Wen Zhiming (1470- 1559) is full of river red.
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.
Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.
Chen Zilong (1608- 1647), a spring outing.
Fuzhi Wang (16 19- 1692) fishing.
Zhu Yizun (1629- 1709) has a high balcony.
Wang Shizhen (1634-1711) Huanxisha Red Bridge.
Nalan Xingde (1654- 1685) "Butterfly Hua Lian"
Who reads the west wind alone? The rustling yellow leaves closed the window. Thinking about the past and the future, the sun sets.
Sleeping soundly after drinking, gambling books have been scented with tea. At that time, only Tao was ordinary.
Endless longing
Mountain is a journey, and water is a journey. I want to 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 my hometown.
Mulan's poems imitate ancient and decisive words, friends of Cambodia.
If life is just like the first time, you don't have to draw a fan in the autumn wind. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change.
Lishan dialect stops at midnight, and tears never complain. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.
Cold willow in Linjiang Xianzi
Where are the flying catkins? The ice layer was destroyed. Sparing a tree is colder. Love him, the moon is good, and haggard is also related.
The most important thing is to shake it in the back and teach people to remember Chunshan. It's hard to dream about a skirt intermittently. The west wind is more or less annoying and can't blow away the eyebrows.
Quail day
Yingying pretended to be ashamed with her back and moved Meirui to hit her on the shoulder. If you want to find A Lang from hatred, you should stay with him, but you should rest.
Clouds and water flow forever, and a flute locks an empty building. When * * * pan spring creek, broken shore hanging Yang Zhou.
Langtaosha
Rainy nights make autumn, right in my heart. Teach him to cherish romantic life. Who is sick to the end, who is more shameful.
A secret wish is hard to come true if it is not stopped. The bead curtain rolls around the moon like a building. Recalling happy times is really like dreaming, and dreams must stay.
Inscription photo of Nanxiangzi as a female deceased.
Tears are more silent, only regretting the feelings of the past. Want to bring your photos back to your party, your tears can't break your heart. You can't draw your face.
The parting words are still clear in my ears, and fly with me's dream was awakened in the middle of the night for no reason. Wake up early in the morning, MUBI, and cry before the wind.
Gong Zizhen (1792 ——1841September 26th, 2008), has been involved in miscellaneous affairs.
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
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