In the Northern and Southern Dynasties, Xie Lingyun traveled to the South Pavilion, and it was sunny in the evening, and the clouds returned to the West. The dense forest is bright, and the far peak is hidden. After a long sleep, the hotel overlooks the suburbs. Eupatorium adenophorum was gradually swept away, and hibiscus started late. I am not tired of youth, I have seen Zhu Ming move. Feeling sad, the stars are gray. The poison bait stops, and the decline is sudden. When you die, wait for autumn water and rest on the old cliff of the scenic weir. Who am I interested in and who is smart? Only feast on conscience. Cherish the flowers and sing the flowers on Tang Baojun's emblem branches. Flowers are teenagers. Yesterday, I saw flowers burning, but now I see flowers falling. Instead of waiting for the spring breeze to blow away, it is better to spend all this time playing. Ying Ge danced with butterflies for a long time, and the red stove was cooking tea and flowers. Dressed up and singing freely, I sent the fragrant branches back to the bridal chamber alone. In autumn, Bai Juyi was cold in the Tang Dynasty, and it was dusk. There are hibiscus flowers in the atrium, which set in the morning. Autumn has fallen, and dusk has come. I'm sorry that I have no color, but I sigh without hesitation. I feel this is because I missed him and talked to him. Men are always rich, and women marry later. Only when the head is white can it succeed, and when the color is weak can it convince people. If you don't find yourself in the future, you will be as safe as youth. Send away a friend, Tang Du Mu. After ten years of fame and fortune, everyone is fighting for his life. Youth can't stay, but white hair is born naturally. Night rain drips homesickness, and autumn wind leaves parting feelings. Fifty miles across the city gate, running horses and chasing chickens. Send Li Qinggui to Li Tang, Huayangchuan, and admire Jiazi in Baiboyang. His face looks youthful. Xia Yun died in the secret cave of the Sun and Moon. Turn your mind and cultivate your nature, and hide for a few days naive. Not after a thousand years, back to the new city. Give the most romantic youth to-Matang Li Duan, and pay tribute to the achievements of the post-20 s. The golden distance of cockfighting crosses the garden, and jade spurs the horse out. Xiang Xun has little pity, but Fu Fenhe Lang is puzzled. At dusk, the flute is played on the willow tree, and passers-by give directions to Fengtai. After the Palace in March, the Tang Canal was full of water and red walls, with petite wind and Ye Xuee's makeup. The curtain can be locked for thousands of years. The title of the play is given to two young people, Liu Tang Changqing. They have frequent children in a foreign land, and how many joys and sorrows they have. I want to be ashamed of my white hair, and I think of my youth every time I watch a children's play. I don't know who deserves the Lord, and I don't want to be separated from others. I'm glad I didn't get married until I was old, but my family is relatively covered with towels. Advise Tang Meng Jiao to hit stones with fire instead of smoke. It is unnatural to learn without learning. Everything has to be his own luck. He has to be my sage. Youth must be early, how can we grow into teenagers? Gu's tears were wet and lonely, and he was dizzy in the mirror. Only recently did he cherish his youth. Apricot blossoms and willows are good every year, and I can't bear to look back at old photos. The title "Zhu from the Tang Dynasty in Langzhong, South Shangzhou" in the new water pavilion of Lu is the initial structure of Dan, which is the highest in the world. The court is close to the trees in the valley, and the eaves fall down and the springs rise. Twilight hangs the waning moon, and the night sound is complicated. Youth is like water, when will happiness return? So the youth (poetry) begonia has withered, and the beautiful and sad title page written on begonia is blowing in the wind. Wiggle wiggle has been laughing like that, so melancholy and sad, just like a plaster stuck on his heart, one after another, one window after another, a string of lights. Those scattered figures, those strange windows, rainy and monotonous colors flooded in like dreams, their footsteps changed and others left. Heavy, idle, blind and crowded birds fly overhead day after day until the dead of night, and they overhear some old songs. Those figures just passed by, passed through the dreamland, and then bloomed again. One begonia after another has withered, and the title page written on it is beautiful and sad in the wind. Wiggle wiggle continues the title: Youth Author: Tang Author: Korean Style: Seven Laws Content:-. Time is negative, people and emotions are not free, and it is difficult to meet each other. Covering your knees at night is too fragrant. Scratch your head when you are bored. Cherry blossoms and pear blossoms make you heartbroken. Title: Teenagers Meet Youth: Northern Song Author: Wang Anshi Content:-Teenagers meet youth, and everything is charming. Although I don't drink, I am very happy to get drunk with my guests. Once the temples are gray, nothing is satisfactory. When the heart is unreasonable, I feel that the sun and the moon are driving. Huan Wen is tired and wants to sleep when she is full. Spring is like a dream, no longer sad and haggard. Send a message to a little boy and try to have sex. Don't blame the old man, the old man is naturally different.
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