Famous poems
Show it to your son.
When I die, I know that everything is empty, but I am sad to see Kyushu.
Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and never forgot to inform Nai Weng about the family sacrifice.
Interpretation of Winter Nights in Yu Zi (3)
The ancients learned nothing,
Young people's kung fu is very difficult.
What you get on paper is superficial,
Never knew it needed doing.
Tour of Shanxi village
Don't laugh at the mud wine in the farmhouse, and raise enough chickens and dolphins in good years.
There's a village where there's no road.
The flute and drum are close to the Spring Club, and the clothes are simple and old.
From now on, if you ride leisurely on the moon, you will knock on the door all night with your cane.
Shufen
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall, I promised myself that the sideburns in the mirror had faded long ago.
Real name first, who is better than one thousand years!
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Complain about love
When Wanli wants to seal Hou, he will keep Liangzhou alone. Where is the dream of closing the river? Dust blackened the old mink.
Hu is still there, with autumn on his temples and empty tears. Who would have thought that his heart was in Tianshan and he was always in Cangzhou!
Operator Yongmei.
Broken bridge outside the post, no owner. It's dusk, and it's stormy.
I'm not talking about fighting for spring, but every group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
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First of all:
Red crisp hands, yellow wine, mancheng spring willow;
East wind evil, thin heart,
A sad mood, staying away from the cable after a few years,
No, no, no.
Spring is as old as ever, people are empty and thin, and tears are red and sad;
Peach blossom falls, idle pool pavilion,
Although Meng Shan is here, it is hard to trust Jin Shu.
Momomo.
Second:
The world is thin, human feelings are evil, and it is easy to fall when the rain is sent late;
The wind is dry, the tears are residual,
If you want to write your thoughts, you can talk alone in the diagonal bar.
Difficult, difficult, difficult.
People become different, today is not yesterday, and sick souls are often thousands of miles away;
The horn is cold and the night is hazy.
Afraid of being asked, swallow your tears and pretend to be happy,
Hide, hide, hide.
Quail day
I live in a dark room. Dust is irrelevant.
Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, roll it up, lie down and look at the mountain.
Greed, arrogance and incompetence. You might as well make faces everywhere.
Yuan knows that nature has ulterior motives, but the old man is like a hero.
Fisherman's pride
Looking east at Shanyin, where is it? Yes 13000 miles.
Write a book full of papers.
Tears streaming down her face, the book will be returned next year.
The news is that Hongqiao is underwater. When can this ship find its brother?
Traveling around the world is really old.
Worry and not sleep. A few wisps of tea smoke are on my temples.
"ChaoZhong measures? Mei "
Quiet posture does not enter the juvenile court.
There is only sadness in silence.
Wandering life, very cold.
Jiang Wei's new poems are lonely and hate incense.
No matter the spring breeze, I once knew the East Emperor first.
"Langtaosha? Danyang Floating Jade Pavilion Seats "
Trees are long and dark pavilions.
Several farewells.
Yangguan often hates his guts, not to mention pedestrians this fall.
Wipe away tears and towels.
Let's disappear separately.
First, Li Jiang also hates it.
Andrew Chihiro cut off the smoke through the iron lock.
Xie Chichun
When I joined the army at a strong age, I was once swallowed up.
Clouds and smoke show the night.
Zhu Yan's temple is green, and he is guarded by a carved Gosi.
It is wrong to laugh at the crown of Confucianism.
The dream of fame and fortune is shattered, but the boat belongs to Wu Chu.
Mourn for the past.
The smoke waves are boundless, and you can see where Qin Guan is.
Sighing the fleeting time, but wasting time.
Night tour of the palace
The snow is clear and chaotic.
Sleepwalking, I don't know where I am.
An iron horse has no power like water.
Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.
Sleep in a cold lamp.
Sound leakage, moon-slanting window paper.
I promised to seal Hou in Wan Li.
Who knows, although the sideburns are broken, the heart is not dead.
Magpie fairy
A romantic day, a misty rain, a family living in the west Diaoyutai.
Fish sellers are afraid to go near the city gate, but they are willing to go deep into the world of mortals.
Tidal physiology, beach mooring, tidal rise and fall.
When people mistake Yan Guang for Yan Guang, I am a born unknown fisherman.
"Huanxisha? Harmony without strange rhyme
Lazy to the sand head drunk jade bottle.
Call you to admire the small window.
The setting sun blows the horn is the most important thing.
Busy days are more bitter than idle days, and new troubles often continue old ones.
None of the guests are afraid of traveling in groups.
"Good thing is near? Mount Meixian to see the sea. "
Swing sleeves to Xifeng, no feet.
Under the crutches, facing the whale sea, the smoke sails are vivid.
Greedy to see the clouds dancing, it was already evening when I got home.
Thank you for blowing halfway up the mountain.
"striking? On the evening of July 16, climb the Happy Pavilion and see Nanshan in Chang 'an.
Crying in the corner of the border town in autumn.
The bonfire blazed on the high platform.
Sad songs strike the floor and lean on high wine, which is leisure.
Affectionate who is like the bright moon in Nanshan, especially at dusk.
Baqiao Ada, Qujiang Pond, should treat others.
Bean leaf yellow
It is often rainy and windy in spring.
The wind and rain are clear and the spring is empty.
Who cares about the mud?
Hate is hard to be poor.
Just like in The Decline of Weng I.
fisherman
Silk grows in the misty rain of Xianghu Lake.
Put the spoon on the new rice cooker.
After the clouds disappear, the moon tilts.
The tide is low and the boat is drunk.
Early summer seclusion
Lakes and mountains are the best place to put Weng's former residence, and the shade path is oblique.
Sometimes herons can be seen when the water is full, and frogs can be heard everywhere in the grass.
The dragon has turned back to shoot bamboo shoots, and the wooden pen still blooms the first flower.
Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * sleeps in afternoon European tea.