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Year: Song Author: Shao Yong
The new color is bright, so the color is haggard.
There were many flowers in the Ming Dynasty. What's the difference between new flowers?
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Date: Tang Author: Fang Gan
Just like stepping into flowers, falling in love with flowers is postponed step by step. The wind is blowing in the center,
Like a fire, it should burn the branches outside. The vagrant will be drunk all day, and the vagrant will have his own next year.
If you make a gentleman sit in one place and sing a song together, you don't know the immortal body.
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It's long and dark, and the poor bee butterfly is a prophet. Who raises the table and faces the dwarf tree,
Where do you wear twigs? The sun is sentimental and suspicious, and the wind blows the road.
Although he was speechless, he smiled and advised Wang Sun to get drunk.
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Year: Song Author: Huang Shu
Poetry used to be futile and naturally trapped the rulers.
A few years after I was born, waves carved stones.
Although I put my pen on the flowers, I hate a good sentence.
Leiyang and quarrying, there are no thorns in the solitary grave.
A few desires are bones, and then they are inserted into elegant wings.
The sea is a glass of wine and the earth is a seat.
Sitting drunk and singing, words bury thunder.
Dry Kun's marrow can be broken, and ghosts and gods can cry.
Life is expensive and comfortable, and you are a guest of heaven and earth.
Don't hang the bed, or break the paper.
If you spend it, it will cost thousands of dollars.
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Year: Song Author: Wang Ling
I'm worried that no one is happy and the flowers are full of spring.
I am carefree, carefree, and I am also a singer of flowers.