Bamboo Branch Poems Huang Xintian
The painted Luowei fans are always like clouds, and the fine grass is like mud clusters and butterfly skirts.
What does it have to do with my daughter to be lonely and angry? She went on an outing to visit the tomb of King Yue.
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Changshui Zhuzhi Ci Huang Xieqing
p>You need to learn how to find silkworm seeds in four dormitories, and buy fresh mulberry branches.
The silkworms sleep in the old red boudoir, and the lights turn into cocoons at the third watch.
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Zhuzhici Liu Yuxi
The mountains are covered with red flowers, and the spring water of Shujiang River flows into the mountains. The bonus fades easily like a man's will, and the water flows endlessly like Nong's sorrow.
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And West Lake Bamboo Branch Ci Jia Ce< /p>
The man's body is as light as a canopy on the river.
The wind was southerly yesterday and now it is northerly.
My body is as heavy as the Seven Treasures Pagoda.
I face the peak in the north.
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West Lake Bamboo Branch Ci Lu Hao
p>Remember the wind blowing when Lang said goodbye,
A silver mouse hat and a yellow mouse robe.
The traces of Bi Lai's tracks are invisible.
The green grass by the lake is as tall as a person.
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Zhuzhici Wang Shucheng
The moon rises above the river and the door is half-opened.
It will be dusk again before the man arrives.
I suddenly listened to Bayu music late at night,
I picked up the remaining lamps and the wine was still warm.
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Zhuzhi Ci Yuan Hongdao
The mountain tea in the snow is secondly red,
The white-headed widow cries in the green wind.
Since the Diaohu became rampant,
Ten rooms with money and nine rooms empty.
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Dongting Bamboo Branch Poems by Zhang Fen
p>How many layers of Fuliang Road are there when the moon breaks?
My poor family is near the highest peak.
How can the moon shine together as a group,
partly illuminating passers-by and partly illuminating the moon.
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Bamboo Branch Ci by Bai Juyi
"Bamboo Branch" Who do you complain about? In the quiet night, the mountain is empty and you can rest and smell it again.
The barbarian boys and girls sang in unison, worried about killing Jianglou and his sick envoy.
The Badong boat went to Brazil, and the waves were full of wind and rain.
The cold flowers of Polygonum are clustered in red, and the wet leaves of Gracilaria are green and desolate.
Who is singing "Bamboo Branch" by the river? The anterior voice is severed and the posterior voice is delayed.
Guilai's poems about bitter fate are mostly poems by Sima Tongzhou.
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Zhuzhi Ci Li She
The clear flowers are in full bloom on the Twelve Mountains, and the two palaces of Chu Palace face each other on the balcony.
The slender waists compete with the dancing king and he is intoxicated. In the daytime, Qin soldiers descend from the world.
Zhi Ci Fang Wen
The Nong family lives in the east of the Yangtze River, and my concubine is like a ship's mast and a man is meeting each other.
The ship's mast is concentrated in the canopy, and the canopy has no direction and only follows the wind.
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Zhuzhici Fangwen
The spring water adds a few feet of new waves, and the little woman who goes boating understands the songs of Wu.
Smiling fingers are like the moon rising over the river, reunions are sometimes rare and sometimes abundant.
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Dream Li Bai recited the three folds of Zhuzhici Huang Tingjian
As soon as he became famous, the emperor's flowers flew away, and the concubines thousands of miles away were surrounded by snow.
Immediately Hu Erna listened to the explanation, and the pipa answered the question and it was better to go home.
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Dream Li Bai recited the three folds of Zhuzhici Huang Tingjian
The snake retreats on the slope of the bamboo pole, and Hu Sunchou is surrounded by the mountainside.
The cuckoo has no blood to shed tears. When will the golden rooster pardon the nine states?
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Dream Li Bai recited three folds of Zhuzhici Huang Tingjian
The fate of a young man is a boat with an urn head, and he is thinning day by day outside the gate of hell.
Northerners shed tears while southerners laugh. There is no ladder on the green wall to smell the cuckoo.
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Two Poems on Bamboo Branches by Huang Tingjian
p>The sound of the monkeys in the Three Gorges makes people cry, and the bamboo branches in Kuizhou relieve people's sorrow.
Qu Nong has his own power to restore heaven and earth, and does not learn to be as soft as a weeping poplar.
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Two Poems on Bamboo Branches by Huang Tingjian
p>Stick up the willow branches and stop singing. The bamboo branches in Kuizhou are full of sorrow.
Treat each other with humility and don’t make mistakes. I hope you will be here when the cold weather comes.
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Two Poems on Bamboo Branches by Huang Tingjian
p>The viper is worried when leaning on the cliff and leaning on the valley, and the ape turns around when climbing into the cave.
Mo Yan is far beyond the gate of hell, Fifty-three Station is the imperial state.
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Two Poems on Bamboo Branches by Huang Tingjian
p>One hundred and eighty-eight floating clouds linger, and forty-eight setting sun crosses the bright sky.
Mo Yan is far beyond the gate of hell, and we are all brothers from all over the world.