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The following are easier to remember:
Bu Suanzi. Yong Mei
Yiwaiduan Beside the bridge, I am lonely and without an owner. It is already dusk and I am alone and sad, with more wind and rain.
I have no intention of struggling for spring, and I will let all the flowers be jealous. They are scattered into mud and crushed into dust, but only the fragrance remains the same.
Telling one’s heartfelt feelings
Back then, I traveled thousands of miles to search for a title, and I took a horse to garrison Liangzhou. Where does the dream of Guanhe end? The old mink fur is dark in dust.
Hu is still alive, his temples are beginning to fall, and his tears are empty. Who would have expected that in this life, my heart would be in Tianshan and my body would be in Cangzhou!
Partridge Sky
I live among the mist and the falling light, and nothing in the world matters. Pour out the remaining jade and walk through the bamboo, roll it up and lie down in the yellow pavilion to look at the mountain.
If you are greedy and arrogant, you may as well show off your appearance wherever you go. Yuan Zhi's creation has a different heart, but he is old and heroic!
Yu Jia Ao
Looking eastward, where is Shanyin? Thirteen thousand miles back and forth. The letters written home are full of paper! Shedding tears, the book will be returned next year.
Message to the Red Bridge under the water, when will the boat find its brothers? It’s so old to travel all over the world! Worried and sleepless, there are a few wisps of tea smoke on the temples.
Chaozhongcuo.Plum
You are not in a youthful place, speechless and desolate. A wandering life experience, very cold-hearted.
At the end of the month in Jiangtou, new poems Old dreams, loneliness and fragrance. Regardless of the spring breeze, I once knew Donghuang.
Walk on the sand. Worked on the mat of the floating jade pavilion in Danyang
The long pavilion is dark with green trees, and there are a few handfuls Li Zun.
Clear tears soaked in the scarves, each of them lost their souls. A river of Li hate is evenly divided. An Qianxun crosses the iron. Lock, cut off Yanjin?
Xie Chichun
He joined the army in his prime, and he once swallowed the remaining prisoners in anger. The clouds are high and the smoke is rising at night. With a red face and green temples, he supports the carvings and garrison in the west. Laughing at the Confucian crown comes from many mistakes.
The dream of fame and fame is over, but it is like a boat in Wu Chu. A sad song and a sad tribute to the past. The mist is endless, where can I see Qinguan? Sighing that the fleeting years have become wasted jealousy again!
Night Tour in the Palace
The snow is rising in the morning, and the music is in chaos. Are you sleepwalking in an unknown place? The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleeping in the cold light, the sound leaks out and the moon tilts against the window paper. Since Xu Fenghou has been in Wanli. Does anyone know? Although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
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The tide is flowing, the tide is flat, the cable is tied, and the tide falls and the song goes back. At that time, people mistakenly compared Yan Guang to Yan Guang, so I was the unknown fisherman.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
The people on the eaves are quiet, the lights in the tent windows are dark, and the Spring Festival Gala is windy and rainy. The warblers and swallows in the nest are always silent, but they often sing Du Yu on moonlit nights.
It made me cry, and I was so frightened that I could only dream of being alone, and then I picked up a deep branch and flew away. Therefore, it is unbearable to listen to the mountains alone, and I have been wandering around for half my life.
The Fisherman. Reading Xuan Zhenzi's fishing songs under the lamp, he retreated because of the shadow of the mountain. He imitated the rain and mist in Shifan Mountain, and the three fragrant green bamboo canopies. The apple leaves are green and the polygonum flowers are red. Looking back on his fame and achievements. In a dream.
Huanxi Sha. He Wujiuyun
Lazy to the sand head and drink two bottles, calling you to enjoy the light from the small window. Blowing the horn at sunset is the most emotional thing.
There are many busy days and few leisure days, and new sorrows often persist in old sorrows. Without a companion among guests, I am afraid of traveling in groups.
Magpie Bridge Immortal
A pole of wind and moon, a raincoat of mist, home Living in the west of Diaoyutai. Selling fish? B style='color:black;background-color:#ffff66'>Lu? Mooring the cable, the tide ebbs and the song returns. People at that time made mistakes compared to Yan Guang, but I am the unknown fisherman.
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Waving my sleeves up to the west peak, I feel so lonely that there is no foot in the sky. I lean on my stick and go down to the whale sea, counting the smoke and sails.
Looking at the dancing clouds. Luan, it's almost dusk on the way home. Thank you so much for the pine blowing in the middle of the mountain, for your attentiveness and hospitality.
Hairhead Phoenix
Red hands, yellow wine, the city is full of spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. wrong! wrong! wrong!
Spring is as old as ever, people are thin and empty, and the tears are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall. Xianchi Pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book.
Mo! Mo! Mo!
Autumn waves are beautiful. On the evening of July 16th, I climbed up to the Happy Pavilion to look at Nanshan Mountain in Chang'an.
In autumn, mourning is heard at the corner of the border town, and the beacon fire shines on the high platform. The elegiac songs are building, and the wine is high. Happy and leisurely.
A passionate person is like the moon in the Nanshan Mountains, especially when the clouds open at dusk. The smoke willows in Baqiao and the pond in Qujiang should be waiting for others.
Yellow bean leaves
< p>Spring is always full of rain and wind, but when it rains and clears, the spring is empty. Who cherishes the mud and sand with thousands of red spots? I hate being poor, just like a declining man in his life.The Fisherman
The mist and rain in Xiang Lake grow green silk, and the fresh wild rice cooks on the spoon. After the clouds disperse, when the moon tilts, the tide ebbs and the boat is so drunk that I don’t know.