Year: Tang Author: Qian Qi
Cheng Yan looked at colorful clothes, so she didn't feel bad.
Taste can forget illness, but learning palace poetry is more important.
There are many halberds in the dazzling wall, far into the book curtain.
Bamboo is quiet with the piano, and Lin Xiang is the fruit.
It's too early to make a sound, but friendship wanes in 2008.
At the same time, it is even more wasteful to give money, and it is difficult to form words afterwards.
Manjianghong taste cangguang
Year: Song Author: Cao Guan
Low taste, accompanied by farming and fishing, south of the city. I don't envy, an alchemist, visiting the house of the fairy king.
Clean and flawless, hidden and obvious, the house is not willing to covet gold and jade.
The window facing north lies high, the water is cool and the trees are shady and green. Relax, hedgehog. I like planting and live in seclusion in bamboo forests.
The letter stands tall and expensive, and it is honorable and shameless. Foreign things follow the aunt's orders and have no intention of stopping at contentment. Have fun with saints, be young and strong, and be familiar with the west.
"Move to Qingxi and Liu Shuji"
Year: Tang author:
Dan Xi returned to the vicinity of Zhuxi and laughed at Lu Ru's fans after crossing Tianjin. The taste of living to the end is dusty and exhausted.
The cloud is in a state of mind. Just as there are no pets in the village, they will live in seclusion when they meet their neighbors.
Mountain clothes are rotten and only wild, and Shi Jingyuan can't save mud. Did the ancestor's will come from the year of wax?
Pine branches wish low snow and frost. At night, Qiu Guang is heavy, and the rain array is covered with neon.