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Cao Shuhao, Tiantang Street, District 88
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Recalling Wangsun Tianshengyuan
< p>In the old days, the rustling rustled on the wall, the fragrance of pear blossoms disappeared at night, and the spring song ended with all the painted and carved beams.On the battlefield, the moonlight is rushing and the night is dim.
Sauvignon Blanc · North County
The wind is also sad, the clouds are also sad, the sadness will not stop until you return to your hometown, and the water in the hometown flows.
On the brow, in the heart, after dreaming back to the autumn dusk, tears flowed down one song.
Bodhisattva Man·Banquan
The yellow sand road is long in front of the court, and I remember the place where I was given instructions as I walked. I want to see the long river at dusk, but late at night I still dream and hear ghosts crying.
The mountains are high and deep and rocky. Travelers can walk up and down the mountains and listen to the singing of countless eagles. Still the same after thousands of times.
Huanxisha·Nanjun
After looking at the green water and green mountains, sitting idle with flowers and fishing rods. Hold the blue waves deep into the sky, the sky outside the shore.
It’s midnight when we are playing chess and chatting. How can we have such leisure in this life? Wu Xinyu annotated poetry and boarded a light boat.
Ruan Langgui·Xuanyuan
The rustling snow is clever, knowing the road is far away, and the red plum blossoms are beautiful in the snow. Lili grass is deep in the cloud shadow, and a few words comfort the loneliness.
Looking up at the sky, it’s still early. I heard that the plum blossoms are just right at the high place, and I’m expecting spring to come.
Picking mulberry seeds in Congyu Swamp
Silk threads are hanging on the shallow shore, and the light is deep. People fall down from the waterfall, and sweat dripping from the bottom of several beaches.
The clouds in the sky and the earth are divided into water, and the tears and rain are empty traces. Don't have any hatred, see Tian Xing Shang and Shen.
Taichangyin·Duixiu Rainforest
A beam of moonlight travels thousands of miles, and the cold air always condenses. Add wine and worry for a while, the sweet-scented osmanthus is late and the laughter is not yet full.
Drinking casually, the sky is full of moonlight, and the green forest is deep and quiet. I sigh to myself that this is the only clear thing in the world.
Linjiang Immortal·Kunlun
Looking at the unfinished Jise sentence, thousands of miles of waves are gathering. Diao Gu Geng talks about romantic talents, the warm wine feeling is still there, and I bow down on the patchwork platform.
The mountains are like dreams and waves are like the sea, and deep feelings are buried in the annals of history. The snow is cold and the sky is blooming, and the setting sun is blowing. Can we live in peace for a hundred years?
Ding Fengbo·Ninghai Prefecture
The blue waves are connected to the sky and water, singing to the moon and telling the autumn heart.
I wish the boat could melt into this place and take pity on the weather. A pole swings open and a small wave comes in.
When I woke up from the dream, I realized that I was a guest and burst into tears. The beach head is illuminated obliquely but welcomes each other.
Looking back, my hair has grown on my temples and I am playing the piano. I have no intention of looking at the moon and Cangmin.
Treading on the Shasha River·Chishui
The rainy night still shines like silver. The unforgettable blush on the eyebrows, the loneliness and sorrow in the heart, the sighs and dreams for thousands of years.
The words smile in the breeze and the light flows in a hurry. It rains heavily at night and beats thousands of pine trees, storms and sorrows surge, and the undercurrent of the moonlight moves quietly.
Revelation of Heartfelt Love·Lin Hai
Who knows the source of true love in the world? People are rare, but heaven is full of love. Dreams are over and years are changing.
Embroidered with forged gold thread. Tears abound, a thousand dramas unfold, joy in the mirror. Still the same as when we first met.
Zhaojun's Resent·Autumn Maple Plains
The grass grows in the spring, and the road is green with the morning rain. The glass of wine is flowing in the wine glass, and the breeze is cool.
The corners of March's lips slightly raised, and the beauty did not complain about separation. A flower smiles without tears.
Zhizhiyin·Penglai Island
The rustling west wind is desolate, and we have been separated for thousands of years. When the rain hits the lonely city, who dares to set foot on the vast land?
Langtaosha·Huanhai
One wall is red and half is gray, and the pear blossoms have fallen away and no one returns. Even if there is no plan to meet each other, things are different and people are different.
If you want to ask the shark whether he will ever regret it, the pearl of the deep sea turns into a dragon and flies away. Little did you know that the night was dense and the water was deep.
Family Edition
Youth Tour · Dongyi
The wind blows through the west building, leisurely reminiscing about old travels, the armor is old and dusty. As spring comes this year, I still recall those days when the lonely star fought against the moon.
The red clouds fall down to the end of the mountain, and the silver moon walks across the horizon. A hero never has to worry, his arrow points to the sky and his hook falls to the moon.
Visiting Kinmen·Silent Fantasy
The poem is broken, and you can see the mountains and rivers in front of the door. Fire dances in the chaos of the world, and the moonlight shines on a pair of swallows.
One cry, a lifetime of resentment, a lifetime of memories and sadness. Life is an illusion after all, and the flowers fall back to the old courtyard.
Taiping Lianzi·Baifuo
Light silk, white sleeves, plucking the strings of the piano and crying endlessly. Cranes and feathers parted again through autumn, and the wind and clothes scratched their heads with gold and jade.
The crape myrtle blooms and the boat floats. The hanging pot is used to rejuvenate the world, but it has been drifting in my own life, leaving the world to sigh.
Drunk and desolate, abandoned
After thousands of years of love, no one can find the Shura sword. When will this hatred be gone? Thousands of times in the dream, I return to the king's jade legacy.
I was also a son of Huaxia in my previous life, why was I exiled to Luoliu? There is no time to rest in this everlasting hatred, and I will not lean against the red building.