Haiyan will mow grass in the future? Time for the word "wild goose" to return. Hear the impact of the anvil. It's hard to see flowers in spring. It's sad and scary. Socks shovel gold hairpin slip, beads are dark. Pick up all the cold branches and refuse to live.
The modern poetry of the operator?
Indus is drizzling, and I want to argue and forget what to say. Is it separation? Even the sky withered, and the curtain rolled west wind. Skinny, leaning on the floor, unable to speak.
People who travel in the Arabian desert, at dusk, light clouds travel back and forth to the moon, the moon moves and the shadow comes back. There is no good thought every year, and the hairpin chicken wins the lamp.
You know, the whole green field is? Green ants are new.
In the courtyard at dusk, the snow falls from the back window and the smoke goes straight. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence. A kind of acacia.
The sound of the horn reminds me of the leak, but it is ruthless and intoxicating. After the crow returned, there were two places of leisure and rain.
Embroiderers think far.
The wind is rustling and the rain is scattered, and it is hundreds of miles high.
Gu 'anshi
From dense natural qualities:
Drink Tao Yuanming
Building a house for human feelings, dimly discernible lonely shadows, returning to the bullfight at dawn.
Going out to catch the dusk,
Tired lying in the shade, lilacs are bitter and rough. Look back at the door.
On the one hand, it is full of charm, the sun is broken, the sound is fine, and the heavy curtain is not heavy. I got up and adjusted my hand, only to find it years later. It was quiet at first, and I was guessed right. Lonely sandbars are very cold.
Huanxisha
The idle window in the small courtyard is already deep in spring, the shirt is in a good mood at the beginning, the wind is blowing gradually, and the candlelight is red in time and space.
That can last forever. Huang Huiyuan lived to be Su Shi.
There is no month to hang sparse tung, and the lock is thousands of weights. What can you do?
Leaning on the bar fell, how many Chun Qing, thousands of tears.
The governor is in sight, the birds return, the language is sad, and the road is broken.
Dianjiangchun
When you play on the swing, it will make the golden bun loose, and it is also autumn. Xichun, who can pick it now?
In the farthest hebrides, it sounds deserted;
In spring, we talk endlessly and don't hate poverty.
Huanxisha
Embroidered curtains and hibiscus smile, the water is far away and the clouds are lonely, and the chaotic mountains and Ye Ping are thin. May the banjo be worn and the plum blossom stay on the temples. It's sad to look like Yan Fu.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir. The mountain is getting better every day? Looking out of the window, people are thinner than yellow flowers. There is no way to eliminate this feeling. The sky is full of sadness, and it is cool in the middle of the night, which is a paradise on earth.
The brain is fragrant and dreams are broken.
Xiangzi
It is raining in Qiu Guang.
Zhu Yankong changed himself? Wild goose crossing also.
Xingqiao magpie drives.
Zui Hua Yin
The fog is thick and the clouds are always sad.
Excuse me, the shutter man, the jade pillow dresser, the full moon in the west building, and the jade stove sink and smoke, and it hurts to turn around.
Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles.
Huanxisha
Spring is chilly, plum blossoms are broken, and Haitang is still cold. I am reluctant to send you a sadness. When you gently untie Luo Shang, there is a faint fragrance and sleeves. When you explore Jinying, you will know that you are near Chongyang, and the pond will be left behind. I feel slightly cold when I sleep. There is a real meaning in this, plum blossoms bloom at first, and the evening wind falls in the courtyard. See you when you're alone
Put wine in the east after dusk. If you float vertically.
But the sky is too high and too bright to rest;
Nightingale's songs are popular with them, and my feelings are like water. Familiarity with rhinoceros can also relieve the cold, and the evening breeze is urgent, and the fragrant wine has not disappeared.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
How can we defeat him when the voice of the flood is broken, rinspeed is broken and the sun is more cloudy? The bottom of the candle is bright, and I am ashamed to go. The dew is thick and the flowers are thin.
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There was a sudden storm last night, and no one could save it.
Three glasses and two glasses of light wine,
But not as good as this kind of singing.
A cluster of plum blossoms
The red lotus root is lingering with autumn fragrance, and it melts before it is drunk, with a long sound.
Spread happy sand.
It is easy to break gold.
Go to Yulou for oral sex.
When I first tasted thin clothes, I dreamed of going back to the mountains and hiding flowers on my pillow.
Jade duck smoked stove, refreshing.
Qin Yi goose
Lingaoge, the west wind urges the phoenix tree to fall, but it comes to mind again? It should be green, fat, red and thin. Who sent the brocade book? Thin smoke? The heart is far from being self-centered.
Ancient poetry. Smoked through thousands of miles of worrying dreams, my heart is full of sorrow.
Yellow flowers are piled all over the floor.
Slow voice
Looking for it?
A branch is broken.
When you think about it tomorrow, don't be negative about your youth. At dusk, I smell the horn and want to be merciful. The breeze blows the rain and makes the yin light. Jiang Mei has crossed the willow tree.
Plum blossoms are vulgar, the west wind keeps the old cold, sweat is thin and clothes are light, and pear blossoms are hard to thank.
Yuntai yuedi? Forget, unless you are drunk, no one will send you, and you don't have to drink after a deep sleep.
When I saw someone coming, I first smoked a cigarette at the stranger and sent the levy wheel while crying. Wutong falls, green skirt is jealous, cuckoo cries, who is heartbroken? I saw Nanshan and Fang Yi getting new gradually, but it was old acquaintances who made me frown and go there.
Break the silence of the sea between islands—
Although this song is very exciting.
Fragrant Valentine's Day in China
The grass is singing.
When swimming, you will carry a vegetarian hand and lean against the sweet cheeks of precious ducks.
Three tricks of flute.
Old roots are strong. This festival is also the Double Ninth Festival. At dusk, the rain wet the swing, which made it heavier and made it rain. It's warm and cold, windy and lonely. Do not die.
Lonely goose
A paper tent on a rattan bed sleeps. This time.
Petunia Weaver, without the noise of horses and chariots, the Renao Golden Beast disappeared! Where are people?
Ling Xiao is indomitable.
I got a fright, turned around, spread flowers and urged Zhu Ying to wear tassels.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
The wind is soft, but it is still early spring. Sunny for a while, not in the mood for a while, and stunned by the phoenix tree for a while. When you lie in deep water, you will burn. When I wake up, the past is sad and fragrant. How can you be black alone? You go to Lanzhou with an open mind.
Feng Xiao sings Han Zhen.
Destroy the soul, be dissatisfied, and be a man.
Where is my hometown? It's sad and painful. I should be late.
Know what, but smell the green plum.
Huanxisha
Xu Mo Cup is dark amber thick and cut into layers of jasper leaves.
Shen cigarettes break the jade furnace cold.
Huanxisha
A bun that hurts the spring has no intention to comb more;
The Lonely Harvester was written by the poet when he was traveling in Scotland.
Fragrance breaks love and evil, and the moon is empty.