My family is in Wangjiangkou, young and rich.
Pearl building starts from Linjiang, and Wenjun wine is not sold.
When you are alone, you are friends when you are in the nest.
My father and brother don't allow people, so I'm afraid of my aunt and uncle.
Song Yu is next to the Western Wall, and I can see my brow.
I once had a family with Tiancong and Enguang.
It is said that when words enter the Han Palace, wealth can last for a long time.
The king indulged in love, but did not accept Queen Chen.
Who pity cheeks like peaches, who knows that the waist is better than the willow.
In today's Nagato, it has never been so ugly.
"If you are frustrated, you will serve the government with martial arts." Meng Jiao
I thought my upper body was in the west, and suddenly I returned to the wind with the East.
Chang 'an falls into the clouds and falls into the rivers and lakes.
Li Lou is not clear, and Zi Ye is not smart.
Treasure is not eyes, sound is not ears.
Because of this taboo word, I sent Gao back
Fifteen chapters of Diaojiaolou by Meng Jiao
I can afford it when the sun is high, and enjoy some spring alone.
It's a pity that I turned like a warbler and was friendly with people.
In the past, this smell also carried the river.
After Han retired, he tried to make friends.
On Monday, the bones are high and the eyes are high, and the sword and halberd are eloquent.
I can't see why I had fun yesterday.
After ingrid's death, both sight and hearing were reduced to ashes.
Who says tears are short? Tears are short and stained with towels.
"Remembering Brother Jiangnan" Meng Jiao
White-headed eyes drop blood and only look at dreams.
When the muscles are strong, the soul is still in the East.
Look at the stars. Get up and look at the sky.
Looking up to the sky and seeing no one, Jiang Haibo is endless.
Aging has no power, calling has no wind.
What's the point of landing?
Chang Shi * * * was educated, but he was born away from Weng.
Life is inseparable from litigation, and God is never smart.
Can't stand pine and cypress, bend over.
It's no use flogging yourself. You know what to teach and what not to worship.
Try to bring a stick, and the rest will be the same as yours.
Otherwise there will be shame after death, come to a bad end.
The monster chose Meng Jiao's poems here. Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, and Han Yu were both called "Han Meng Poetry School", so he chose his poems.