The poem about Levin is 1. This poem describes Princess Gaoyang and Hongfu's daughter Zhang.
Yang Guang, the emperor of Sui Dynasty, was so dissolute that he couldn't build a dragon boat out of the palace.
As a result, there are many insurgents in the world, among which Taiyuan Li Yuan is the most famous.
Li Shimin, the second son of Li Yuan, was ambitious and made friends with people with lofty ideals.
The help of Sanxia (Li Jinghong's daughter) is even stronger.
At the same time, there is also an emotional entanglement with Yang's fiancee Sun Shuying.
Finally, Yao Hong married Li Yuanji, but she was still obsessed with Shimin.
Yuanji hated his brother, and the people tried every means to kill him.
When the Prince was built, he was not as conscious as Shimin, who was worried about Chu Jun's status.
After that, the famous Xuanwu Gate in history changed.
Yuan Ji was killed after he was built. Li Shimin ascended the throne of Emperor Taizong.
Leave forever regrets and regrets.
2. Ask Princess Gaoyang or debate the poems and songs of the monk.
Is the love between Princess Gaoyang and the Debating Monk so commendable? number
So there are almost no poems about them! What kind of woman is Princess Gaoyang? Slutty! What kind of person is the monk? Pretend Buddhism is pure! Besides, what kind of person are you and why are you interested in this? Unless you are engaged in historical research, the purpose is not pure! Otherwise, I despise you! There are thousands of men in the world. Is it true that monks don't love each other? Q: Are there any monks surfing the Internet in this Baidu Post Bar? Fuck you! Why don't you look for a poem from The Legend of the White Snake or The West Chamber? Even if you are a princess today, I will despise you! Why are you playing here when you are not online? Even if I were a monk, I wouldn't want you! Because I'm still with you today! On second thought, why argue with a little girl? No level! I am not as good as a monk! ) Wushan entered the meditation room and the fence was deep. On the day of execution, Long song was a beautiful girl crying.
? Wtp=tt /view/54505.htm "I will accompany you for 30,000 games with a drunken smile, and don't ask me to leave". I am a world of mortals in front of you. In my eyes, if you are a foreigner, you can jump out and be your monk. I only remember your original appearance: white clothes win snow and three beams. If you can't jump out, dear, please fall in love with me in the world of mortals.
30,000 drunk laughs with you and leaves without complaint.
Overture: I visited the mountain one season and said there were pedestrians here, so I met you. Yang, Yang, Dongfeng Fei, Dongfeng Peach Blossom and wiggle wiggle are singing and singing. There are passers-by on sandalwood, and they still sing "Nishang" thoroughly. "It doesn't matter here, it doesn't matter here, it doesn't matter there. If it is proved, there is no south, no south. "
Looking alive, there is only one kind of running water in the direction of falling petals of fallen peach blossoms, which is the only way to drop petals. This kind of petal is inaccessible under the load of running water. As soon as I get close, the color of the world of mortals will aggravate my smile and punchline.
Some people leave in the running water, others turn around in front of the petals. I am in the world of mortals, fiddling with past lives's wounds and fighting with you. I was drunk and cried all the way. Try Lu Ge: How deep your road is depends on how you stop thinking and forget Hanshan. There is a limit to your thoughts, the beginning of spring. Stingo
It is advisable to sacrifice, but avoid taking. I just stood in the mouth of the wind, biting the red fruit, something I dared not say easily when I was a child. I finally mentioned it willfully-the flowers are full of paths, the flowers are long and the clouds are long, the moon is short and the piano is drunk.
One to get it, two to get it. In my dream, I have been lingering for many years. Is it the Eighteen Pavilions or the Lotus Leaf Field that pushes open the petals all over the sky, and I inadvertently fall on your brow. Since then, all the days have become shallow, and there are white strips on the paper. I don't regret how many phonological clutches you have spoken one by one, and how many rude words you have repeatedly carved in one word. I am your destiny. Peach blossoms are born of the heart, dear.
Clouds sleep drunk, a wall of chardonnay, worry about pipa, tears wake up. In fact, you don't know that this is the beginning of two or two prophecies and meditation. Grain Rain.
Suggest eating fish. Avoid the wall.
I was ill that spring. A room full of darkness, spinning, can't flow out.
Grab the mirror, struggle to wake up, and then fall asleep. I repeatedly use lies to make sentences, so that the long needles in my body can sprout in the bones. I hate the brilliance of every flower and insist on pushing myself into the abyss of disaster. Spring has arrived. You said, don't be as cold as ice, don't get drunk, and don't look back over and over again. This is a way to commit suicide. But, you don't know, I am a woman who grows cherries on cuffs. It's a sentence that I've tortured for a long time. When you held it in your arms, you cried and said it hurt all spring. You stopped talking. You took that unspeakable sentence as firewood and simmered a pot of medicine with slow fire. You washed my old wounds with tears. You said you had time to heal my whole body. Spring breeze is less than acacia, and summer rain is hard to blow the lonely city. I slept in a word that I couldn't carry or lift. My breath is heavier than a mirror. A long summer.
Mango should be cut.
Avoid hunting. I am in front, you are behind, I am on the left, you are on the right, brewing a pot of salty tears, filtering the past wind and making it transparent. Don't say anything, pour a cup of tea with the Qingming in January, and drink a thousand cups. Are Guanshan really two places? The curtains are blue, so you can't sleep.
After the rain, there was smoke. The mountains are thousands of miles away, and the dusk is divided into several degrees. The village in Ye Ping faces the night and sails back.
Can't sleep, only first frost, the morning light is slightly dew, and it's sparse. Who is euphemistically singing: talking with Zicheng, talking with Zicheng, can never be beautiful. I'm completely desperate for myself. I climb purple-gray vines at night, getting farther and farther, and getting more and more difficult: the July wind falls on my shoulder and cries. You are my most perfect dream. How can I cut your throat with my disability and give me everything I can? I'm going to rip off your ribs, strip off your clothes and cover my ears with memories.
It is advisable to break ground in the Millennium.
The wetter and wetter night is the salt in the dry well. It has been held for a long time. No more lovesickness under the bridge. I keep my lips closed and don't occupy the wind that blows through the years. How many words have died out in the distant future? After all, it is the separation of fate. We can design it, meet it, we can't control it. This is fate. I can only put you in a picture and keep thinking about it. I want to watch it again and again. White clothes are better than snow, and fragrance flows in the dark night. Fireworks are flying around me. It has nothing to do with romance. Just vaguely sad in my heart, unforgettable. You wrote a passionate word but didn't mention acacia at all. I wake up as thin as a peach blossom. Jun Xi, it is hidden in the water in the south. Fog is thousands of miles away, and there is no return. Flowers fly around, frowning and worrying about the clear river.
The first frost. Something that should be broken
Avoid traveling. Guan Shanyue is very cold.
Things are ruthless. It's a pity that the green garden is empty and sad. It was yesterday or the lush of the Ming Dynasty. You wrote 1008 and left 1000.
3. The poets of Levin Poetry Association are interested in couplets.
The antithesis of Zhang Jianlong.
The wind blows the leaves off and scares the fish (turn)
Rain makes me sad.
First frost's chrysanthemum cited objectively.
When the rain comes to spring, it attracts the swallow back.
Close the window and knock at the door in the next spring breeze.
Tears are ruined by flowers.
The oars are all invited by the willows.
Tsing Yi flies as another warbler (turn)
When tea dances with butterflies.
Li Yuchuan's dialogue-
The wind blows the leaves off and scares the fish (turn)
The rain shook the branches and scared the birds away.
Close the window and knock at the door in the next spring breeze.
Rain enters the house (new rhyme)
Tsing Yi flies as another warbler (turn)
When the clear water meets the butterfly dance
The antithesis of Zhan Yan.
The wind blows the leaves off and scares the fish (turn)
Rain and branches collect tears.
Tsing Yi flies as another warbler (turn)
When red powder depends on Yan dance.
Close the window and knock at the door in the next spring breeze.
Open the door to welcome guests.
Dialogue in Zhao Shulin-
The wind blows the leaves off and scares the fish (turn)
Rain hits the bird's nest and makes the birds fly.
Close the window and knock at the door in the next spring breeze.
Opening an account depends on Zi Yinfei.
Tsing Yi flies as another warbler (turn)
When the white head depends on the grass for a long time
The antithesis of Yin Zhiguo.
The wind blows the leaves off and scares the fish (turn)
Yurun flowers bloom and shame the moon returns
Close the window and knock at the door in the next spring breeze.
Opening books depends entirely on determination.
Tsing Yi flies as another warbler (turn)
Red bean acacia swallows return to time
When the red candle meets the curtain.
Guo Shiti's antithesis-
The wind blows the leaves off and scares the fish (turn)
The rain on the window worried the guests.
Sunset makes ink sing.
Close the window and knock at the door in the next spring breeze.
What's wrong with opening a book?
Slippery ink has nothing to do with catkin sorrow
Tsing Yi flies as another warbler (turn)
Acacia moon in tea.
When the green leaves wither, the flowers wither.