Jiang Yu is decadent, the mountains in Qi are rainy, and the rain is strange. It was raining all over the sky, and Yun Lan was broken. But he also said that it rains at night and listens to the wind, the sound of rain and rain, and Bai Yuzhu jumps off the boat. It's nice to know that there was a lot of rain, but now I remember that night, the storm in Tomb-Sweeping Day, and pedestrians on the road wanted to break their souls. Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei. Seven or eight stars are out of the sky, two or three points before the rainy mountain. It's cold and rainy at night, and it's dark and rainy in Chu Yun, but it's foggy and rainy in Dongxixi. There is sunshine but misty rain on the road, and there is no rain or shine in life. In the evening of the pavilion, the shower stopped at the beginning of the pavilion, and the wind kept blowing away. Angry, leaning against the railing and resting in the drizzle is already a lonely sorrow at dusk, and it is even more stormy. Green bamboo hats, green clothes, oblique wind and drizzle don't have to go back to the small building. A lantern on a bead curtain shook my lonely heart and I went home. There are two red houses facing the wind and covered by rain. I listened to the apricot flowers sold in the deep alley of the spring rain in the Ming Dynasty and asked if it was not the date to return the book. The rain rose to the autumn pool in the evening. When * * * cut the candle at the west window, but talk about the rain at night. The acropolis is dusty in Qingyu City, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Today, I think it's raining, the wind and rain are blowing in the dark, the MOS rail glacier is dreaming, the rain in the sky is crisp, the grass in the distance is close at hand, but there is no small building to listen to the spring rain all night. In the deep alley, there are thousands of rain curtains selling apricot flowers in late autumn, the wind and water on the balcony are Ming Che at sunset, and the mountains are strangely green when it rains. Yu Meiren listened to the rain. Jie Jiang teenagers are upstairs listening to the rain song, and the red candle is faint. In the prime of life, the boat is listening to the rain, and the wild geese in the river are called the west wind. Now listening to the rain monk Lu, there are stars on his temples. Sorrow and joy are always ruthless until dawn. Just don't forget that this time, the dusk and spring rain crossed the Maple Bridge. Wind and rain are evil, tireless thatched cottage is low. After the rain, the grass is in the sunset, and the apricot blossoms are fragrant. There were many pagodas in the misty rain last night. Deep sleep won't leave a hangover. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be that green and fat phoenix tree that is raining in Mao Mao, and it will drip at dusk. This time, it is the first time. It rained at midnight. If you don't leave your feelings, you will suffer. A leaf, a sound, empty footsteps fall into the light. The spring tide brought the rain late and urgent, and there was no boat on the wild crossing. The clothes are stained with apricot flowers and rain, and the face is cold. Winter thunder bursts with summer rain (sound desire, the word is this). In the snow is rainy and windy, and it closes at dusk, so it's not going to stay in spring. The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain. There is no chapter all day, and tears are pouring down. Hanging down the curtain, Shuang Yan returned to the drizzle. In Huangmei season, it rains at home, the grass pond is full of frogs, tears fall from her sad white face, pear blossoms hate clouds in spring rain, and Jiangnan is still called Kerry. -Wang Yucheng's "Little Crimson Lips" Both butterflies dance on the threshold, and the curtain rolls at night to drain the rain. -Mao Xizhen's "Qingpingle" is chilling and sad. The pavilion was late and the shower began to rest. All the accounts are not in the mood. I miss places and Lanzhou to urge me to send them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. Thinking about thinking, thousands of miles of smoke, dusk, chutiankuo. Since ancient times, it has been awkward and cold to leave. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan and Xiaofeng are dying. After the New Year, it should be a good time and a good scene. Customs are strange, who to talk to. If you ask how much free time you have. Yichuan tobacco is full of wind. It rains when plums are yellow. Wind and rain send spring home, flying snow welcomes spring. It's already a hundred feet of ice on the cliff. Spring and Budze have flowers and beautiful flowers, and everything is brilliant. -I don't know who cut the thin leaves in Han Yuefu's ancient poem "Long Songs". The spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"The most beneficial spring of the year is better than the smoke willow pouring into the imperial capital"-Tang Hanyu's "Offering Eighteen Members of Zhang Shui Department in Early Spring" is a peach blossom outside the bamboo, and the spring river warms the duck prophet. -Su Songshi's "Two Night Scenes by the Hui Chong River" knows that the east wind is always spring. -Song Zhuxi's "Spring Day" wet clothes, face cold willows. -Southern Song Dynasty. -Bai Juyi's "Qiantang Spring Tour" surprised the tits in the moon and sounded in the spring. -Wang Wei's "Bird Watching Creek" Spring tides bring rain late and rush, and no one crosses the boat in the wild. Wei's Xixi Going to Chuzhou describes an ancient poem in summer. Lotus leaves meet the sky, and the lotus leaves are infinitely bright, reflecting a different kind of sunshine. Yang Wanli's Jingci Temple sends the forest to the forest. When it rains in Huangmei, frogs are everywhere in the grass pond. Song Zhao's Inviting guests. Why do you hate Fang Fei when he leaves? The trees in summer are gloomy and pleasant. Summer is new in the sound of cuckoo —— Poems describing autumn in the early Song Dynasty and famous sentences describing autumn: Lonely sunset, autumn water and sky are the same color —— Tang farewell preface, autumn Deng Hongfu knees. When I faced them from this villa, drinking my wine-Tang Li Bai's "Farewell Secretary of Xuanzhou Villa in August", the wind roared and rolled up my three hairs-Tang Du Fu's "Caotang was blown by autumn wind", red candles painted a cold screen, and small fans brushed fireflies. It's as cool as water day and night, lying and watching morning glory and Vega. Cold Smoke on the Waves —— Song Zhongyan's Su Mu House, an ancient poem describing winter. Just like the spring wind blowing at night, Snow White's Song of Farewell to the Field blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees, and Wu's Home scatters salt in the air, but if the catkins are blown by the wind. A boat on the river, a fisherman wearing his webworm moth; Fishing alone is not afraid of snow and ice. -Jiang Xue is from Tang Zongyuan. Who cut a pile of snow on the flat ground into this kind of smallpox? -When Tang Hanyu Li Hua's two poems and six poems flew into the house and sat watching the bamboo turn into a beautiful branch-Tang Gaopian. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. -Li Bai, "Drinking the bright moon alone shines on the foot of my bed, is there frost?" Looking up, I found it was moonlight, sinking again, and I suddenly remembered home. -Li Bai's Silent Night Thinking goes to the West Chamber alone, and the bright moon is like a hook-Li Yu's Meet You, the bright moon surprises the magpie, and the breeze sings cicadas at midnight. -Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Moon" was a bright moon in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. -Wang Changling's "Fortress" People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain or shine. It was difficult to accomplish in ancient times. -Su Shi's "Water Tune" Spring breeze is green in Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? -Wang Anshi's "Boating in Guazhou" is a frosty night, and Jiang Feng's "Night Sleeping by the Maple Bridge" is a bright moon. At this time, the sea is full, and the horizon is * * * At this time-Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the moon and thinking about a distance" is how wide the sky is, how close the trees are, how clear the water is, and how close the moon is! . Meng Haoran's Sleeping in Jiande, the clouds change in the morning mirror, and the twilight songs dare to be cold and bright-Li Shangyin's Untitled Poem of Friendship, however, China is our friendship and heaven is our neighbor. -Wang Bo's "Farewell to Du Fu's appointment" advised you to drink a glass of wine and go out to Yangguan for no reason. -Wang Wei's "Send Yuan to Twenty Shores Xi" sails alone in a blue sky, only looking at the Yangtze River. -Li Bai's "Farewell to Meng Haoran on the way to Yangzhou" Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet and not as good as Wang Lun. -Li Bai's "To Wang Lun" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and everyone knows you. -There is a poem of "bird" in Gao Shi's Biedongda. There are no birds in hundreds of mountains and no footprints in thousands of paths. -Liu Zongyuan's "Jiang Xue" In the spring morning, I woke up briskly, surrounded by birds singing. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" startled the birds in the moon and rang in the spring stream. -Wang Wei's "Birding Creek" The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are returning. -Tao Yuanming's "Drinking", the petals have been like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. -Du Fu's "Spring Hope" Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly back and forth in front of my nervous eyes ...-There is a poem of "Rain" in Du Fu's "Looking at Yue", which is green and dripping, and there is no need to return in the oblique wind and drizzle. -Zhang's "Fishing Songs" apricot blossoms are wet and the wind is cold. -the quatrains written by Zhinan and Shang, Weicheng is light in the rain, and the guest house is green and willow. -Wang Wei's "Send Two Stones to Anxi" 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, with many towers and misty rain. -Du Mu's "Jiangnan Spring Poetry" lies listening to the stormy night, and the iron horse glacier dream. -Lu You's "The Wind and Rain on November 4" knows that the rainy season is good, and it happens in spring. -Du Fu's Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night There were seven or eight stars in the sky, but it rained for two or three minutes in front of the mountain-Xin Qiji's Xijiang Moon, but now I think of that night, that storm, and I don't know how many flowers were broken. -Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn" It rains in the Qingming period, and pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. -Du Mu's "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" is bright and sunny, and the mountains are empty and rainy. -Su Shi's "Drinking Rain after Chu Qing on the Lake", the mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. -Wen Tianxiang's poem "Crossing the Lingdingyang" carries the word "mountain" and we look at the green trees around your village and the pale blue of the surrounding mountains. -Meng Haoran's "Passing the Old Village" Wan Li went to Rongji and the mountain was flying. -"Mulan Poetry" Gushan Temple is in the north of Jiating West, and the water level is low. Bai Juyi's spring outing in Qiantang River, and then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint. -Cen Can's "A Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu's Home" The apes on both sides of the strait can't stop crying, and the canoe has passed. -Li Bai's "Early Interpretation of Baidicheng" made Longcheng fly, but did not teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. -Wang Changling's "Embankment" Mountain covers the day, and the ocean drains the golden river. -Wang Zhihuan's "Looking at the Heron Tower" The Yellow River is far above the white clouds and is an isolated city, Wan Ren. -Wang Zhihuan's "Liangzhou Ci" suspected no road village. -Lu You traveled to Shanxi Village. Once he climbed to the top of the mountain and peeked, he would see that other mountains looked short under the sky ...-Du Fu's "Wang Yue" picked chrysanthemums under the east fence and leisurely saw Nanshan. -Tao Yuanming's poem "Drinking" wetted his clothes with "flowers" and his face was not cold. On the second day, the lotus leaves in Zhinan and Shangshang are infinitely blue, and the lotus flowers reflect different colors in the sun. Yang Wanli's "Jingci Temple Xiao Ji Lin Fang", rice flowers say that there is a good harvest, and frogs burst. Xin Qiji's "Xijiang Yue", children are scrambling to chase Huang Die and fly into cauliflower. There is nowhere to be found. Nuo Nuo-Yang
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