Don't complain that spring comes back early, and the flowers are a little red. Rooted here, there is an east wind every year. "In addition to this poem, what other poems did Weng Ge write in the Qing

Don't complain that spring comes back early, and the flowers are a little red. Rooted here, there is an east wind every year. "In addition to this poem, what other poems did Weng Ge write in the Qing Dynasty? Brother Weng wrote another poem, Brother Weng, which is Ou Xiangge's Collection of Poems in Qing Dynasty and Selected Poems. Wang Lang moved to Taoyuan Stream and made mountain rafts to solve the problem. Symphonic cedar, bird's eye view of the earth. Shock waves spread in the flower forest, and calligraphy scattered in the spring. Half-baked, lyre sleeps alone. Peeking at the court is like being in a mountain and exploring mountains and rivers. Sometimes the wind and rain come, and the lapels are full of chaos. Should smell the crow of chickens, or be worthy of apes and birds. Inside and outside the path are all kinds of plants. The cloud dares to be secret and refined, so it is naturally proud of it. Huang Xuan became dense with yin and yang, and there was no root to be found. It has been a thousand years since he was crowned, and he is already a mighty god. As the old saying goes: thrush sings, hibiscus can't be deceived. Tianjin pours its waves, and the toad is lonely for a long time. The oriole howled and its feathers were half withered. Stay away from scorpions, scorpions are wild. The eight winds are motionless and lifeless. Once the white clouds dry up, the immortals are wrong. The golden tiger is cold, and the mountain tree knows the clothes. Qionghua is swaying, and the city is wild. If the crossbow shoots high, the falcon can't get off. The sun and the moon are deaf, and the rivers are suddenly silent. Who will look at the horses and chariots with the Dragon Garden for nothing? Fusang has red silkworms, reeling cocoons like jars. Take the light, weave the forest and Feng. Yao Ji defends the Ming River, and the green shuttle is uncontrollable. High epiphysis is wrapped in silk, and tearing is sent. Xiang Jun was also sad when he loved his concubine. On fire, Suo Qiongmao dreamed of Meng Tian, the military department. Love abalone for ten years, there is no stinking orchid in the world. I don't know the Kunlun market, evil grass becomes a post. Red clouds destroy the emperor's beads, and the sound is not jade. Fan Yihua was crowned as a beautiful woman. See you at the Lingkui banquet in the show. Jiuding has sunk into the river. Who can tell the difference between traitors and gods? The stars, like pearls, are breathtaking. Unfortunately, there is no bad time, and Danquan can't bathe. Throw yourself into the wild and hang nine candles in the air. Xidi is still awake, and the hanging garden is cramped. I want to ride the wind, but I can't fly. The fairy drives a cloud car and rotates without a hub. The withered tung loses its tooth emblem, and the cloud is cloudy. One is from "South Wind", and there is no such sound after that. There is no reward in the world, and there are too many guqin. When will Xuanyuan meet? Zhong Hua is hard to find. Tian Lian plays the string, but Rong Tai forgets the song. The spirit only cries in the middle of the night, and the blue air has sunk into autumn. I dare not speak, why should I write my heart? Close the door to be immortal and go out to sell five mountains. How can the gods be happy if the five mountains cannot be sold? Lotus feathers are thin, and ice scales are peeled off. The stars have no moon, no shade and no new moon. The poisonous snake straightened its tail, rushed at the dragon and lost its horn. With Jingshan Mountain in Feng Ming, I will adopt Pu Liang. If the soil fights, the wood wind swings. If you fall into the valley overnight, six dragons are not allowed to go up. Kuafu is also stupid, Deng Lin thought it was a staff officer. There is only one mountain, but there are no two in China. All the larks are asleep, but I am lonely. If you don't raise a rooster earlier, when will the sun shine? Qi Li is in Nanshan, playing the piano to see Bai Di. Riding a tiger is a delicate walk, just ploughing green grass in the wind. The sinus of Shenquan has been blocked and the wind in the cave is closed. Yaopu is trapped in spring rent, knowing that the field is poor in autumn tax. Recruit and Shan Gui, and cut down Bagui. Why do you recommend the animal Qiu and the female Ficus pumila? There are no more branches on the pearl tree, and there are no leaves on the precious fruit. Ask a book about a wandering cloud, and the cloud will want to cry. Kanjing stays in the night, and the thorn forest goes out in the west. Plum trees are planted in the back garden, and tillers are supplemented in the front eaves. You can't drink under the ridge. It's not safe in your spine. The biting rain left my clothes behind, and the sour winds crossed each other. Orchid irrigation has no peculiar smell, and the cultivated cheese has no luster. Worry about the party in the morning, sit and sigh at dusk. September is covered with thick fur, freezing cold and falling into the fingers. Beichen changed its hub and Aozu moved south. Russia's accumulated gas has fallen, and the stars are in chaos. Zou Yan gnashed her teeth with cold when the wind was warm. The phoenix bird is silent, and Ling Lun is cold. This long star is thirty feet long. It is like a car cover. It's too white at dawn, and sun gear can't be big. Singing in Mount Tai in the morning and seeing ghosts and gods at dusk. Phosphorus fire turns into stars, and sorrow and joy turn into joy. God's land is rugged, and rivers and mountains have roots. Carve a tribute to a famous horse and present pearls with flowers. Disasters don't live, evil spirits do. Five sheep call nine passes, and the sky rings and drums. Zengcheng is not the former residence, and God has no peace. Cross-flow into the sky, without columns. The tigers in Nanshan have no food, and the cows mourn the night. It is better to sigh than to cross the river. There are Tibetan monuments in the north, hanging out of the deep water. Anyone who hides the clouds will never die. Since his words are wrong, what's the point of his words? Willow leaves distinguish insects. They tell people the truth. The gods laugh at the earth, but there are no men in Lu. Lu drum knife, throwing nylon unknown. Guanzhong is lonely, and the sword is drawn. Zhao Yan is not my hometown, and Huo Heng has been separated for a long time. Looking up in all directions, there are foxes. When you are ready, you will feel comfortable. It is also a moment when the youth is in full bloom, and the road ahead turns to force. Looking back at the gv 10, weeds are covered with feet. The gv 10 doesn't exist yet. I dare to feel sorry for myself. The high crown is no longer warm, and the long guests are endless. A big gap, Yin Qi is very uncomfortable. Looking at the river every day, who can oil my car? Wealth is not as good as me, and poverty is more expensive than me. How dare the nobles love, and how dare the hills and valleys be taboo. Pepper was admired in the past, but it is feared today. Don't forget the cold without petticoat, and forget the taste when you are hungry. An De Ling Sang Hui, ice is spring. In ancient times, a friend who was a skillful craftsman was not given a catty, but was given the same salary. Wang Liang is not in the imperial court, and the gods are humble. I didn't see it cut, so I threw it in a pile. Sharp weapon is not flat root, Hu Cong knows Zhan Lu. Therefore, when you are in the wind, you are stupid. The prisoner was laughed at by the world, and Uncle Bao was a fat car. When you have to find a job, you are very tired. Why did Lvliang take risks and set foot in Beijing? Looking out of the way, admiring fame. The stars are hanging in the sky, and chickens crow all night. Poor yin is still flowing, and spring is chilly. Huang Zhong's long-term expectation for sound made the world lose Xiao Shao. Why do you want to see Feng Yi? I want to meet the emperor. Re-turn the wheel to control the west blowing barrel. Jiao, Yin Jianfa and Lan Heng. The snake is foggy and the falcon is happy. There is never enough space to run. Every horse is in the same position. It's crimson, and the clouds are clearing away. Black smoke from trees in deep valleys and honey from bees on cliffs. The seedbed of quinoa is covered with moss and grass, and the sun can't be seen in rainy days. Pine branches brushed the fallen vines and looked up at hungry birds pecking at mountain chestnuts. You xian qu Tian yi is like a cloud brushing a stone at the beginning, and the blue-eyed fairy sends out. There are Qionghua photos on the silver pavilion, and there is no wind in the blue waves to see the moon toad. Yaopu is exquisite and green, and Chicheng scales are piled with crimson snow. There are many fragrant concubines, and the sea water flies eastward. Lu Ao's sapphire staff has nine knots, and Qi Hou's jujube flowers are scattered in white. Shangyuan wine is crystal clear, and the reed knife cuts the pulp and flows gold. The kitchen is full of smoke, and the sea is full of songs and music. The mountains and rivers dance gracefully, and the storks fly in the snow. When the peach stones were planted in the Han Temple, the real people shone in the night. You have to plow, there is no obstacle, catfish will drive the wind and move the water. The elm willow can be picked, and the Kunlun Mountain is broken, not my home. Riding a dragon to the cloud nine passes, there is no trace of landing on the platform. Sitting on a jade mat displayed by xia Hong, Xi didn't dare to see him at night. In the East Garden, the clouds in the Yellow Sea are young, the spring is broken, and the wicker is green all over the cold river embankment. The fine mesh window is full of bamboo smoke, and the peach begonia falls in half. Birds sing over the residual rain, and the blue wind blows the case. I am thinking in an empty valley, and my dream belongs to Han Yun. The topic is only taken alone, and the brocade is empty and rotten. Flying flowers are still sighing, but Jiang Lang's algae pen is not in his wrist. Shuiguan, Liu Xia, no one is waiting for anyone to forge. The mountain building is curved by the blue mountain and the Qingtan Lake, where it is built and covered with weeds. There is a small building in the middle with clear windows and children sleeping on it. In the morning, the sky is clear, the smoke is clear, and the eyes are far away. Hiding a few songs hanging on it, I am thoughtful and endless. This is a mystery, but it's not worth asking. One by one, like a confused silk, it comes in fear, it goes dark and miserable, it is dark and discolored, it is touching and shaking people's essence, and it doesn't know what to do. It is both right and wrong to say "feeling" and "complaining" properly. This is a song with a lingering sound. An empty building is covered with fragrant trees, and bamboo leaves fall with green feathers. There is a lot of fog in the building, and there are countless mountains in the brothel. The lake wind blows the mountains into clouds, and the wet clouds contain rain. I think you are in a fog, not on Gao Han Road between twelve peaks. I am bejeweled and radiant, and I am in an ethereal encounter. The gold and silver platform is cold and hibiscus, and the weak water is like smoke, scattered in the summer garden. The stars fly to the bottom of the well, and the seas run dry and the rocks crumble. Go to the horizon to see the snake tray. There is no acacia in the hand, and the mother dragon complains about the ice string. The sketch dyed the country-specific ones red, and the beautiful flowers shed tears, exposing the cold of Jinjing. The sound of pulleys turns to smoke, and dreams of sending spring clouds across Jiangpu. I wonder if it's a cock crow and a dream cloud, and the balcony is wet and rainy. When I went to see Pan in Jingxi in early winter, I moved my boat to the west. Looking at the maple leaves in Nanshan, I traveled together as a roof monument. I came from Lanling to visit Jingxi City. The host of Jingxi loves to watch the mountains take off their hats in the west wind. In October, thousands of forests are frost-free, and the grass floats flat. Reed flowers are shallow and poplar leaves are smoked. Pan Zi waved a long piece of paper and sat at the bottom of the tent burning incense. The four seats are crisp, and there is no wine in the cup. The infantry in Jiangdong cooks for themselves, and the talents under him are transferred to Yinquan. Give up the house and enter the green, and help the stone to rest the mountain hall. Stone forest beach collapse road is different, Takamatsu unmanned birds call each other. Qiansakamoto crossed the rice bed and the firewood road suddenly broke. Guteng shook Hanke, and the red one fell to half. The dew of elm wind turns deep purple, and the fir trees are mixed with the branches in the shade. When to eat Polygonatum, go straight to the top of Tongshan Mountain. One is the voice of husband and wife, and every valley is Ling Ran. It walks down the blue slope every day, singing and grabbing the edge. The hand blows the crown and tassel as a fish and bird, and the empty shadow is fresh. The fishing net is straight with smoke and sand, and the water is bright rose. Looking back, there are faint crows on the pine road, and the clouds are dark and the mountains are black. The lonely mountain overlooks the clothes and looks at the water. Hundreds of valleys are full of eyes, and the sunset shines on Qian Fan. Zhushan trail meets, clouds open Haimen. Infinitely reaching the border, worrying about "seven sorrows." One peak is the original pillar, and today I see Sangtian. Gushan was originally in the middle of the river and belonged to Taixing. Now it is Pinglu, owned by Jijiang. Clouds emerge from the sea, and trees hang in the river. It rains on the lonely shore of Ye Fei, and geese spend thousands of cigarettes. Wu Chu is vast and ambitious. The autumn wind and willows cross the river, and the horse's head is scattered in autumn. Ten thousand pheasants were connected to the water, and three rivers were washed away by rain. The balcony is horizontal, the base is horizontal, and the flute is inspiring. I didn't see the house, and the waves didn't start at night. Send fans to Jingmen White Horse Carving Bow Jade Pulley, Jingmen specializes in holding bronze symbols. Tiger teeth blow horns to renovate the base, and the fish belly is covered with dark clouds according to the old picture. When the moon is full, March 8 songs are full, and when the autumn is crisp, thousands of people ride and hunt weeds. If you cross Hengyang Road, you can send double red and five lakes. Chai Xu is nostalgic for the past gold medals, but the ancestral temple on the river bank is still lonely. From the past, there have been storms and ghosts. Tao quickly dialed the white horse to the east, and when he met Huanglong, he looked north. Changhong rose out of the sky at midnight in a place where cold smoke fills the air. When "Zhuan Wang Antai Poetry Zhuoxiutang Banquet Collection" is divided into rhymes, there must be long-staying buildings, gentleman flowers inserted into the river pavilion, and green tide Liu Anping. The grass is willing to rain at night, and the east wind is unable to melt the spring rain. It's hard to carry children home, and it's even harder to stay at home and win friends. Just to hesitate for thousands of miles, the return date is just around the corner, which is even heavier. Looking at the Xiahu Mountain in Fei Li, I saw the spring sorrow full of fallen flowers, and I haven't seen Wang Sun for several years. Today, lakes and mountains add tears, and Yu Di blows partridge smoke. Hunan spring rain is empty, singing and watching Kongtong. There are mountains and rivers in the luggage, and the warbler flowers are picked randomly with the wind. The tide of Baima River is returning to the past, and the old man hates Wuguan. Poor people are crying blood. They are all over Limengshan in the West Lake. Heaven and earth let me grow old, and clouds will not change my old poverty. There are no wandering girls in the West Lake in April, only picking apples for old friends. At the east gate of Haichang, looking at the old Poseidon, the night is sad. Guantao once saw water and clouds open. Running thunder is about to disperse the snow, and a line of practice is coming. The sea is vast and cold, and the moon is a mirage. The shadow of poor jingwei has passed, and the flaky is still hanging on the waves. Where is the willow tree? The fragrant car is purple dust, and the branches are slanting. Beauty is independent in the east wind, and it is half a spring worry. The five bodies are yellow and the wind is lingering and smoky. The hardest thing is to listen to the flute, and the white flowers fall on the old palace wall. Before the weak wind sent the cold, the misty rain withered. I was intoxicated with singing and dancing, and I watched it alone in the deep courtyard. Don't worry about spring, but the wind is still weak. The saddest thing is Hongqiao Road, where BMW cars are messy and sparse. Green pond flowers grow at dawn and can't win the east wind. Just to send away the days of spring, I dyed the smoke on the vine. A pool of faint smoke for several months, green mulberry fire is better than spring silkworm. From now on, you don't have to crawl to remember Hannan anymore. At that time, Wang Shan of Shigu liked to draw willows for all the people in the world. He did all the variants of Song and Yuan Dynasties, and he was extremely poor, which was a victory for a while. The shore is inextricably linked, and the old green of the Sui River has been destroyed. It should be difficult to draw if you smoke a little. In the afternoon and autumn, the willow cape in the south of the Yangtze River is slightly cut, so there is a poem of "sighing willow". The dream grows after the sea of clouds in spring, and Yang Huafei is homesick. There are not green willows in southern Fujian, and the sea country heard that mulberries were planted. The title of Zhang Lang's "Willow Map" is in Minhai, so there is this sentence.