Smoke is far from the shore, and the moon is half cloudy. Autumn comes at night in the mountainous area of Liaodong.
Yuan Zhen
Come to the old city of Guo again, with tens of thousands of fireworks. Tiantanggui
Wang ya
Once separated, smoke Wan Li. The boudoir sent five third songs.
Wei Zhuang
I even smell a corner of the city, misty and rainy. Gulp it off and give it to the host.
wei yingwu
Smoke and dust hold the letter valley pass, and autumn geese pass. West building
Sikongtu
The stream is close to the fisherman and the smoke is high. Nine miscellaneous questions
Liu Changqing
Worrying about Qingshan Road, misty summer is an old man. Give Qin to levy a monarch.
Zhu Fang
Time flies on the earth, but the hazy beauty lingers near Jiulin Temple, and has not dispersed because of the passage of time. Tianzhu (Crane) Forest Temple
Jiangyouling
The flame goes with the red sun and the smoke flies away at dusk. Mountain fire poem
Yangshibian
Love the things in this mountain, see smoke and frost all day long. Qi Shu's first move
Wu Rong
Smoke is ashamed, and elk is ashamed of its initial heart. Assistant Minister He Yang
Zhang Hu
No one is there, Fan Li, smoke and water are sinking. Songjiang nostalgia
Li zhong
There is a trace of wool, and the haze is clear. The second of two poems about You Mao.
Li Longji
Words did not fall, smoke water Chung Shan Man. Send Master Hu Zhen back to Xishan.
Lu guimeng
Cold rain only adds summer heat, and smoke is not in early spring. early spring
Don
When we get together, we are neighbors, and fireworks are our own family. fish
There is no night in the yard, and the smoke turns bright in the oblique month. courtyard
Xu Ning
Sweet death Boshan furnace, smoke gives birth to Bai Liu. Yangguaier
2. The poem "Taoyuan remembers the old friend, and the sunset is silent in Chai Men."
Year: Song Author: Lu You
Just like this world. After staying for seventy days, he was ordered to attend Chengdu Murong and left. I went to Taoyuan to commemorate my old friend.
The sunset is silent and Chai Men is closed. Cooking starts at one o'clock when it smokes. Chickens and dogs are traveling outside the forest. Everyone has a sad meaning.
The old man is old and thrifty. I like this mountain city very much. It depends on it to paint the building often. When will you come back here?
Bodhisattva crossing the river, smoke curling up and a little lonely village.
Year: Song Author: Zhao Changqing
Cooking smoke is a bit lonely. Charming face, full heaven, clean face. The word "wild goose" suddenly fell. Qiu Jiang worries about visitors.
The silver hook is empty to send hate. Who hates it? Zephyr stood by. The boat is in autumn.
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Year: Song Author: Liu Kezhuang
The sun and the moon jump pills, and time takes off rabbits. Don't miss the past when boarding the plane. People who blow hats and arrange flowers always go with the afterglow of the west wind.
The old man's shirt drifted away from home. Cooking cigarettes are shared by three or two families. If you want to answer Qiu Guang with a barrel of wine, there is no place to find yellow flowers.
3. Can you provide a poem about "smoke"? Sadness is the best. Leisure is the hardest. Don't lean on the hedge, the sun goes down, and the flowers are bright.
(Xin Qiji's "Fishing") The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. (Wang Wei's "Crossing the Kanto") The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang geese go unnoticed and are under siege.
Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
(The Fisherman's Pride "Fan Zhongyan") A warm and distant village, the smoke from the kitchen in Yiyi market. (Tao Yuanming's "Returning to the Garden") At the transition of sunset, midnight snack smoke floated from the house.
(Wang Wei's "Message from Wangchuan Bieye") Meng Chi and Xu Bo have a miscarriage over a thousand trees, and spring smoke is ten miles. Come and return it. I don't know the way.
Huang Furan lived in seclusion (Wang Weishi). Peach is full of rain, willow is full of spring smoke. The children at home have not been driven away, and the oriole singing the song of idleness is still sleeping.
After listening to the music, Han Ming told himself in dismay (one was the work of a sick prostitute and the other was a poem by Si Kongshu) that everything was sad for the orchestral music, and he wept all over his body. The gold is used up to teach singing and dancing and leave it to others to entertain teenagers.
In "Shi Jian Wu", Liu Xin's 10,000 yuan is forbidden to bring spring cigarettes, but it is deeply dyed with moss instead of straight money. And avoid being born as a place of parting, and forbidden to sing in front of the door.
As far as Zhenggu Investment knows, the new Lan Zhi is laid in full diameter, and the old peaches and plums are hung in front of the door. However, I want to remember the grass by the river and let out an inch of spring smoke.
At dusk in Yuan Zhen's boudoir, the red skirt is decorated with brick steps, jade claws and oranges. The light is like light, and the bright pupils are bright and condensed.
You can't tune the strings, but a scholar can write a pen. The night invaded the bridal chamber, and the spring smoke came out through the curtain.
Zhang said that he and Zhang Jian traveled and lived in the south. Smell the bamboo stream at night and see the forest ridge at dawn.
Spring smoke gives birth to ancient stones, and birds play quietly. There is no reward in the mountains, but I am afraid.
In the rain in Yangzhou, Liu Changqing and Zhang Shizhai visit prostitutes (a poem called Zhang Wei). The night is filled with spring smoke, and snuff burns even more. Add Shi Dai to the residual makeup, and dance brilliantly.
Laugh and fan frequently, welcome the song and move the string at the beginning. I don't know if it will rain under the martial arts, but what happened to Haixi?
On the spring night in Jiangning, Qian Qi and Pei sent a banquet to send Xiao's different gardens to help Japan, and they rolled over and sat up by themselves. The owner Xiong Shi returned to the door.
At the beginning of the month, the stars are thin, and the spring smoke is forbidden. All right, look at the stone garrison. Remember it's Nan Xu.
I hope Yangzhou West Spring will see Xu off to work, Wuhu West will see the pale flow, and the solitary spring smoke is in the building. Guabu early tide swallowed Jianye, garlic mountain sunny snow according to Yangzhou.
You can't ask the story of the Sui family. Crane swims in Xianchi. Yao He gave Yu Fu's school book to Ye Hei, the boss of Piling, whose manuscript is more valuable.
The name of the subject is out, and the hometown is excluded. There are many trees in the mountain springs, and the sails are sparse in the evening.
I'm from the Wu family, too. There's no reason to cheat. In front of Li Qunyu's first two poems, he turned to Juanjuan.
The broken mirror asks each other, and the blade is afraid of the coming year. Gently shake off the water, and the spring smoke falls under the pulse.
Don't follow Chunjiang, follow people everywhere. Tang rose musk burning, shark yarn covered with green.
The palace makeup is near dawn, and the brocade section is easterly. In the weak spring smoke, in the gloomy yellow rain.
I don't know what it means. It's as red as two. There is a monk's house in Chen Guangti's Taoyuan Monk Taoyuan.
Flowers are like chaos, and there are fairies in cranes. The porch is open, and the pine trees are wet with spring smoke.
Decided to resign from the dust, according to the teacher's words, live in old age. Jiao Ran and Xing Duan Tai Gong went to the stage to look forward to spring, saying that embroidered clothes are light in spring and there is no love in spring.
Grass color between spring smoke and flowers sound between spring birds. Spring tree chaos, spring mountain named.
The spring breeze is blowing, so don't tilt the spring jar. Lu Wang, Pi Rixiu, bowed his wild vegetables to show his elegant poems, in order to reward his staff for warming the sun with spring smoke. Please make me a surplus basket.
Deeply extract the lip fluid of Zha Niu, and finely knead the fragrance of Xuwen mouse ear. Spring pulse picks purple armor, Shi Gen looks for Cui Ya.
It's not that the master doesn't like it when the rice is cooked soft and fragrant. Chen Biao Qin Wang rolled clothes, Qin king Palace was misty in spring, and the pearl trees were near the sky.
Yu Qi, Su Xiang, He Qi, the curtain is frivolous and the water is fine. With fragrant sleeves, I looked for treasures everywhere.
Looking back at Xianyang, it has been a thousand years. Send people back to Jincheng and Shu, and spring scenery can be traced back to Heyuan. Three Gorges spent several nights with apes.
Mangroves are in full bloom and blue rocks are rippling. And Yu Meng, Momo Shu soul.
Long grievances are like stagnation, and rich people still remember Zhuo Wangsun. The weaver girl in the thatched cottage was pregnant with morning glory, and the beauty of Beidou shed tears and her eyes were broken.
The inscription condenses new hatred and throws gold to weave old worries. Sweet-scented osmanthus trees are misty in spring, and the milky way is long at night.
If you want to tell Xianlang your heart, I will ask Yu Hua sooner or later. Wu Rongdong looks back at Huashan and Lian Bi overlapping in Qingming, and the sunset whips slowly.
The spring smoke cage is not only dim, but also clear as autumn rain. Three thousand horses have been released in the south, and one hundred and twenty cities are marked in the north.
I'm afraid it's empty for the fairy to clap her hands and meet each other year after year. Tang asked Li Shaofu to find out that the fairy family was not surnamed Mei, and people said nothing.
The smoke in the bamboo spring is moving in the courtyard, the white clouds around the shore at the head of the flower dew stream all day long, and the yellow crane next to the pine sometimes comes.
Which year, I was also a Go companion, and once I got drunk in the pine room. Seven Poor Poems by Don Yan Qian and Tao Yuanming: I live in a poor alley, and I have no luxuries.
Hard-working clothes and food are in this two-acre garden. Yu Chaoyang dew, mulberry leaves floating spring smoke.
If you mess up your mind, there will be no other traitors in your wisdom. The choice of victory is not luxury, and prosperity is clear.
When you meet a shepherd, you are a fool. Li Bai, An Lu, Bai Zhao Mountain Peach Blossom Garden sent Liu to sleep in the clouds for 30 years, so I love immortals again.
Although Penghu is invisible, the crane has no worries. When I returned to Taohuayan, I had to sleep in the cloud window.
For ling people * * * language, drinking pool apes are connected. When it rises, it rises slightly, and when it rises, it floats to the top.
Two cen embrace the east valley, and one swallow crosses the west. Trees are easy to hide in the sun, but cliffs are difficult to circle the moon.
The grass turns wild and the flying radish shakes the spring smoke. Enter the distant stone room and choose the secluded field.
Only this forest makes sense, and there is no middle edge of the area. Farewell to frost, a thousand years have passed.
Li Shangyin's Four Poems of Spring Scenes in Ran Ran, Yantai, is a stranger between the east and the west, and he can't find a charming soul for a few days. Mi Jia Yu Ke Ban Xin, Ye Ye advocates always getting to know each other.
Warm, peach trees are late in the west, and peaches stand upright. There is no such thing as a dragon and a phoenix.
Drunk is like the dawn, and the dream is broken. I'm afraid the iron net is covered with coral, and the sky and the sea are all gone.
The belt is ruthless and wide, and the spring smoke is white. I don't know whether yan dan has breached Shi Tian, but I hope I can get a prison lock.
When Luo Wei was arrested, the fragrant muscles were cold and wrinkled. Today, the east wind is invincible, turning into light into the west sea.
Jiao Ran Spring Rain A spring smoke accompanied by light rain makes the desert a city. Tung leaves are slightly cloudy, and peach blossoms are more suitable for wet.
☆ Zhang Hanxiao is a dark willow, and it is sloppy. Don't follow me home, just stand in the distance.
☆ Jiao Ran forest is low and the mountains are near, and the shore turns to flow. Grass can swim, so can white clouds.
☆ Zhang Han seeks the mountains and meditates on his guest's wishes, but suffers from wind and rain. You Yan's love is not over, it's time to fly.
☆ Jiao Ran Peak.
4. Where are the good poems and pictures about cigarettes? Have your first cigarette.
Imagine the past drifting away like smoke.
Watch the smoke dissipate.
I have difficulty breathing.
Confirm a story
The past is the past.
Leaving only ashes
Sigh on a cold night
Have a second cigarette.
Imagination reignited my thoughts.
Watch the smoke rise
Look at that blue shadow.
Prove a habit
Missing or missing?
You're still careless.
I still like cigarettes.
Smoke the third cigarette.
Imagine having you light it for me
I smell you.
Look at the vague lines in poetry.
Prove a rule
I can't do it without you.
I need your company.
You are a source of inspiration.
stick
You are too casual.
Deal with everything
My past was deeply lonely.
I look at it now.
You'll screw everything up.
Willow green light dance reminds you
Dreams in full bloom come to you.
Grass is even more eager to try.
Did you ignore it?
My Everything
Dear spring
I am a dead branch of a tree.
I was black and blue in winter.
You diagnosed me as dry.
Judge my mood
Still love winter
But, honey,
My gesture begged for germination.
Every branch that struggles and withers
Love is over.
So, in the spring,
I hope you can understand.
Pass me by again
snail
I'd rather give up my home.
Give up those comfortable memories
Become a snail
Waiting for relief after a heavy rain.
My hungry heart
With a heavy and hard shell.
Crawl slowly
Then, please don't tell me.
Where to climb?
I'm just starving.
It's just that I'm climbing because I insist
Maybe I can climb a tree.
Then, please don't tell me either.
Are there any delicious leaves there?
Is that leaf poisonous?
But I think anyway,
Finally fell down.
The process of falling
I just want to express my sincerity
Suck the lungs! ! ! ! ! ! !
Ask for a poem about cigarettes and write your name on it.
Light it and suck you into a quiet place in your heart.
I will sing to ease my sadness.
Whip your Cigarette Cards, your appearance.
No need for lights
I will indulge in fantasy.
The fragrance left by the sofa opposite.
Suck you into a quiet place in your heart.
Take you to every corner of your body.
Break down your content
Anesthesia pain injury
You can stay up until dawn.
I thought you would accompany me to the end of time.
It turns out that the background movies all have the same ending.
Candy with thorns
Wandering in the body
Solidify with tears.
Forever in my heart
Draw a uniform match to ignite desire.
Drive away the desolation with its temperature.
I will use silence instead of confusion
Keep your image in the smoke
I don't need drugs. I will use smoke to heal my wound.
A lonely landing ship
In your direction
Suck you into a quiet place in your heart.
Occupy every corner of my body.
6. The poem about smoking is 1. There are smoke roads in the smoke mountain, and the sea of wine is boundless.
It's a long way to smoke, so I smoke from left to right.
3, cigarettes bear morality, bitter tea and articles.
4. The scenery in the south, with thousands of miles of smoke, is known in Wan Li. Looking inside and outside Jiaoling, there is only smoke; Everyone is so busy that their pockets are gone.
5, when there is smoke, ask the sky. I don't know what cigarettes you, me, him, her, and you have in your pocket. I want to smoke and go home, but I'm afraid of the jade building. High places can't burn.
6, cigarettes before going to bed, will there be frost? . Look up and ask the moon, bow down and iron clothes.
7, crying men are afraid of their wives, and rushing to the crown is a cigarette.
8, broken bones are not afraid, to leave a smoke soul in the world.
9. No one has died since ancient times. Keep a cigarette and take pictures.
10, someone smokes and he has given up smoking; Some people quit, but he still smokes.
7. Li Shimin's poems about "smoke".
Smoke is far from the shore, and the moon is half cloudy. Autumn comes at night in the mountainous area of Liaodong.
Yuan Zhen
Come to the old city of Guo again, with tens of thousands of fireworks. Tiantanggui
Wang ya
Once separated, smoke Wan Li. The boudoir sent five third songs.
Wei Zhuang
I even smell a corner of the city, misty and rainy. Gulp it off and give it to the host.
wei yingwu
Smoke and dust hold the letter valley pass, and autumn geese pass. West building
Sikongtu
The stream is close to the fisherman and the smoke is high. Nine miscellaneous questions
Liu Changqing
Worrying about Qingshan Road, misty summer is an old man. Give Qin to levy a monarch.
Zhu Fang
Time flies on the earth, but the hazy beauty lingers near Jiulin Temple, and has not dispersed because of the passage of time. Tianzhu (Crane) Forest Temple
Jiangyouling
The flame goes with the red sun and the smoke flies away at dusk. Mountain fire poem
Yangshibian
Love the things in this mountain, see smoke and frost all day long. Qi Shu's first move
Wu Rong
Smoke is ashamed, and elk is ashamed of its initial heart. Assistant Minister He Yang
Zhang Hu
No one is there, Fan Li, smoke and water are sinking. Songjiang nostalgia
Li zhong
There is a trace of wool, and the haze is clear. The second of two poems about You Mao.
Li Longji
Words did not fall, smoke water Chung Shan Man. Send Master Hu Zhen back to Xishan.
Lu guimeng
Cold rain only adds summer heat, and smoke is not in early spring. early spring
Don
When we get together, we are neighbors, and fireworks are our own family. fish
There is no night in the yard, and the smoke turns bright in the oblique month. courtyard
Xu Ning
Sweet death Boshan furnace, smoke gives birth to Bai Liu. Yangguaier