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It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .
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The eight-year-old girl likes to look in the mirror secretly and has been able to raise her eyebrows.
At the age of ten, I went for an outing and imagined the clothes that Lotus made for myself.
I began to learn to play the guzheng at the age of twelve, and the silver nail on my finger has never been pulled out.
At the age of fourteen, she avoided seeing men, even the closest ones. At this time, she may be thinking about when to get married.
At the age of fifteen, she was crying in the spring breeze on the swing, fearing the disappearance of spring.
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Lingluo of Pteris, thin; Never put off till tomorrow what you can, I chased it late into the night.
It's too late to cover up the encounter with a fan; But you drove by, speechless.
Once lonely and sleepless, I missed candles; But I haven't heard from you until the pomegranate blossoms.
I will tie my horse to a willow tree by the river and stay in the southwest.
The curtains were drawn deeply, and I was in Mochow's house. Sleeping alone makes the night even longer.
Fairy's life is a dream, if they don't bring lovers into their rooms? .
I am a weak lingzhi, biased by storms; I'm Lingfang, but I don't have any fragrant leaves.
Although fully aware of lovesickness, there is no good health; I am infatuated with it to the end and fall in love for life.
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You said the meeting was empty talk, after we didn't see its trace; Wake up in the oblique moonlight upstairs and listen to Xiao Zhong Chuming.
The dream in the wound is far from being called; When I woke up, I began to write a letter.
The blue candle burns its jade feather lamp, and the musk deer embroiders the hibiscus slightly.
But what I can't reach is the magic mountain. You are over there, beyond Wanfeng.
The wind in the east wind, the rain in the wind, the rain in the wind, the sound of light thunder came from the other side outside the lotus pond.
There is also a locked golden toad incense burner. Cigarettes are elegantly wrapped, like pulleys in a jade pot, and the traction rope is pumped into the well water.
Wang Wei dreamed that she was a beautiful young girl. Wang Wei had a pillow dream and wrote a poem.
Never mind the flowers, even this bright flame of love, is it only ashes? .
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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.
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Where is mourning Zheng? Sakura Lane hangs on the bank of Yangpan.
Will the old woman in the master get married? It will be March and a half during the day.
Princess Liyang is fourteen years old, and Tomb-Sweeping Day looks at the same wall.
When Fang Zhan turned to the fifth watch, Liang Yanzi heard a sigh.
Brother Wang visited him with the terrorists and saw that he had a drink, so he mourned for it.
Don't go, because send.
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Fu Xie's family is the last stream of the old line, and now the Song belongs to Tan Lang.
There is no place to hang curtains, so I fall down on the bed when I want to dust.
Ji * * is still poor, how can your charming girl expect it?
All diseases are difficult to cure, and the west wind is long in Wan Li.
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The sound of the shadow is pitiful, and the lotus leaf in Yaochi is just a field.
Don't look back at Shaw History, and don't look at Hongya patting her on the shoulder.
The purple phoenix gave Chu Pei a charming title, and the red scales danced wildly to pluck the strings of Hunan.
E Jun watches the boat in the middle of the night, embroidering and burning alone.
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Tanabata came first, and the curtain foil of the new house was still hanging.
The jade wheel shines on the rabbit's first life, and the iron net coral has no branches.
Stop with God in landscape teaching, and write about lovesickness on phoenix paper.
Huang Wu's biography is obviously there, but I don't know.
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It is said that the sepals of Yanmen are green, and last year it was the end of the world.
But after attending the feast like Xiaoshi, I didn't expect to peek at the palace flowers.
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The water is like a jade chain, and the next Cai Chengwei is in danger.
Red cherries contain snow, and heartbroken voices sing sunshine.
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Acacia can be helpless during the day, and Yancheng will pass by on a clear night.
I only know that spring comes sparsely, but I don't know that spring comes alone.
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At dusk, I want to go to the high-rise building alone, and the cross lovers on the stairs don't come, and the crescent moon is like a hook.
Banana hearts don't show lilac's frustration, but they are also sad about the spring breeze.
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Hideteru high-rise building in the southeast wind, people in where will you go sing "Shizhou".
Even if Mei likes Chunshan and Chunshan likes Mei, I don't know how sad it is.
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Thick wicker covered in smoke, every branch is unwilling to leave, and thousands of branches wipe the sunset in the twilight.
Take a break and report to pedestrians, leaving half to see them off and half to welcome them back.
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The unrest in Wan Li,
Looking back is even more ridiculous.
Bijiang land has no yuan,
Huang Hesha also stayed here less.
Virtue and death will eventually be reported to God,
Yicheng town hengqiu.
Is life long and meaningless?
Nostalgia grows old.
Untitled (A Yunyang City) by Li Shangyin
The white road lingers in the dusk, hissing away the seven fragrant cars.
Who laughs at the spring breeze? One hundred thousand houses in Yangcheng are wasted.
It's late spring, and the night is temporarily dry.
The sound of the building will be timid and the curtain will be difficult to dry.
I am ashamed to be in the swallow, and I am ashamed to be in the mirror.
Back to the small pond, Huaxing sent a treasure saddle.
According to Liang Chu, sentient beings are famous for their water.
Skirts are smaller than hibiscus and hair is lighter than jade.
The brocade book is solemn, and the eyebrows are fine.
Don't play chess nearby, the center is the most uneven.
You tirelessly repay others, and you are invited in autumn and summer.
Zhu Bi turned to look down, and the water was clear and lonely.
The exposed flowers are always wet, and the wind and butterflies are strong and charming.
If you join hands here, you are not talking to yourself.
The purple fairy is a treasure lamp, and the cloud slurry has not been drunk into ice.
How to create a bright night in a snowy month, especially on the twelfth floor of Yaotai.