372_ 1 Volume "Lienvcao" Meng Jiao
The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together. Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.
What kind of stormy waves can annoy a soul like water in an eternal well? .
Volume 372_2 "On the Thin Line" Meng Jiao
Chang' an is not slow, and the situation is in power. When they meet, relatives don't care about each other.
Sigh clumsy, suddenly frivolous. I am often afraid of losing my position and becoming rut dust.
In this process, I am already white-haired, and I have not stopped running.
Volume 372_3 "A trip to Chang 'an" Meng Jiao
Get a haircut every ten days and comb the flying dust every time. At the age of 30, I drank too much and only ate the old and poor.
Everything is timely, but I can't feel spring. Whoever loses is willing to visit, and he is proud of competing with each other.
Straight wood has wings, and still water has no scales. You can't be a gentleman until you know how to compete.
Wild rattan and bamboo are light, and mountain fern is new. Hidden songs come and go, and the scenery outside is real.
Volume 372_4 "Chang 'an Avenue" Meng Jiao
Hu Feng excited Qin Shu, and that bitch cried in the wind. Every family is open, so you can't see it.
Chang' an 12 th Road, throwing trees and birds. On the high shelf, the spring water is sucking.
Volume 372_5 "Send Far to Sing" Meng Jiao
The river wakes up in the morning and the river frequently sends each other. There are tears in the cup to drink, and there are no branches.
When you smile, all your troubles are new. East Bohemia Day, do not hesitate to travel far.
Volume 372 _6 【 old unlucky concubine 】 Meng Jiao
Don't hesitate to play the ten-fingered string for you. I'm always afraid of new sounds, so I can't sit still.
Abandoning today's sadness is yesterday's happiness. It's easy to make new changes, but it's hard to cling to the past.
There are weeds in the green hills, and the tears are long. Empty future generations and accept their thoughts.
Volume 372_7 Ancient Farewell (Farewell Scene) Meng Jiao
Songshan Mountain is surrounded by clouds and separated by land and water. If the cloud goes, it will return to the sun, and if the water is not close, it will be.
Spring is sweet and soft. Wickerwork don't have to worry, there are countless ties.
Volume 372_8 Miscellaneous Complaints (Miscellaneous Complaints of Ancient Yuefu) Meng Jiao
Remember people not to be sad, but to be sad and empty. Don't send someone to cut clothes. You may not come back after cutting clothes.
If you are a flower with two pedicels, don't fly around. Flowers fall around trees, and wanderers ignore time.
Peach blossoms bloom in the morning, and girls are pink. Peach blossom dusk, girl powder.
Trees have a hundred years of flowers, and people have no certain face. Flowers are sent by others when they are old, and people are sad and idle.
Poor girl's mirror is unknown, and there are a few cold flowers. There is a virtual weave in the dark, and there is no long seam in the short line.
You can't shine on the waves, and you can't follow the madman. There are many scattered shadows in the waves, and there are also many different traces of madmen.
Hold this life thin and empty into a lot of hate.
Volume 372 _9 The Silent Woman Meng Jiao
All beautiful women are jealous, and quiet women are solitary. Shame, marry with virtue instead of face.
A gentleman is easy to find a job, but a villain is hard to find a job. Who will forgive this ambition? The strings are melodious.
372_ 10 Volume [Reply] Meng Jiao
Tears and ink are splashed into books, which will be sent to Wan Li. Books reach the soul, but they are empty.
Volume 372_ 1 1 "Mountain Old Songs" Meng Jiao
You can't go down the mountain, you can only farm on the mountain. The waist axe is loose, and the ladle is drawn to the spring.
Knowing the power of words, I don't remember the changes of the sun and the moon. Hiraki for me, from day to night.
Volume 372_ 12 "Wandering sons" Meng Jiao.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Volume 372_ 13 "Little Yin Yin" Meng Jiao
I'm not drunk. I'm happy. Play four or five streams and listen to two or three strings.
Free from vulgarity, natural and quiet, deep and mysterious. Not angry, not greedy, not greedy.
Volume 372_ 14 "Bitter Cold" Meng Jiao
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Knocking on a stone won't make a fire, and strong yin will seize yang. What is the bitter tone? It is frozen in this chapter.
Volume 372_ 15 "Athens" Meng Jiao.
Put forward that Loulan's meat is not raised when it is angry. There is no retreat in autumn, and the night sword does not cover the light.
The tigers' hands were driven out and the leopard's heart was hidden. It has been said in ancient and modern times that a fierce soldier will leave the north.
Volume 372 _ 16 [Injury] Meng Jiao
Poisonous vines are scattered, but one is hard to find. I'm Huang Tingke, and immortal bones can't be born.
Fragrant flowers in spring and withered stems in autumn wind. If you can't play the piano, you think you are a bosom friend.
The museum changes old photos of the moon, and the guests write their feelings. The boat on the river is still empty, and the waves send Ming Jing.
Volume 372_ 17 "Complaining Poems (Ancient Complaints)" by Meng Jiao
Try my concubine and your tears, two drops of water. Look at this hibiscus, who died for this year.