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Full text: When will there be a bright moon? I fetch the wine glass from afar. I do not know the palace in heaven, and what month and when. I would like to take the royal breeze back to the sky, and I am afraid that in the buildings of fine jade, it cannot withstand the cold of nine days. Dance to find out what shadows are like on earth. The moon turned scarlet pavilion, hung low on the carved windows, according to the sleepy self. The moon should not have any resentment against people, why is it that the people are only round when they leave? Men have sorrow and joy and they part and meet again. The moon dims or shines and it waxes or wanes. Nothing is perfect, not even in the old days. I hope people will live for a long time, and they will be beautiful for thousands of miles.
How can we know the law of the moon's ebb and flow? I raise my glass and ask the sky from afar. I don't know what year it is in the Heavenly Palace. I could have gone up with the breeze and asked an old friend, but I was afraid that the high-rise buildings with red walls and overlapping pavilions could not stand the chill at that height. And where can the scenery over the past nine days compare with the silver light at the moment, like the shadow of Gong E dancing and the swaying wind?
Time flies, and the moon jumps from the corner of the high-rise building into the window lattice full of carved flowers, staring at a stranger who is tossing and turning like me. Moon, what have I annoyed you about? Otherwise, why should I be particularly round when I am separated from my relatives and friends? Hey! In fact, I also know that since ancient times, the joys and sorrows of this world are just like the ups and downs of the moon, and it is difficult to be perfect. I only hope that the relatives and friends far away will be safe and happy. Even if we are bathed in the same moonlight across the Qian Shan, it will be the same as when we meet.
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The full text of Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia: river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages. In the west of the old camp, people said that it was the battle of the three kingdoms, the battle of the red cliff. The steep rock walls, such as the thunder of the waves against the river bank, the waves of spray like to roll up tens of millions of snow. The majestic river shan qi, such as the picture, how many heroic heroes emerge at a time. Thinking back in the days of Zhou Yu's spring breeze, beautiful beautiful young Joe just married him, his heroic heroic spirit full of. Hand feather fan head in a white figure, laugh and talk, the enemy's warships burn the ashes. I am fugue today in the battlefield, I am feeling the a feeling heart, prematurely born with white hair. Life is like a dream, and sprinkle a cup of wine to pay tribute to the moon on the river.
Translation: The water of the great river keeps flowing eastward, scouring away those people who have been romantic for ages. In the west of the ancient battlefield, it is said that Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms broke the red cliff of Cao Jun. Rocky mountains are high on all sides, and cliffs on both sides are like clouds. The stormy waves beat violently on the other side, rolling up waves like thousands of piles of snow in winter. Jiangshan is so beautiful as a picture and a picture, and how many heroes have emerged at one time.
Back then, Zhou Lang's famous Yu word Gong Jin, Xiao Qiao just married him as his wife, and he was heroic, graceful and radiant. The persistent feather fan in his hand, with a black silk scarf on his head, was talking and laughing calmly and smartly, and 8 thousand Cao Jun was like ashes. Now I am immersed in the ancient battlefield and wander in the past. It is ridiculous that I have so much nostalgia for the past, and my temples are graying like old age. Life is like a hazy dream. Raise your glass to offer a drink to the eternal bright moon.
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The full text of "Butterfly Lovers Spring Scenery": Flowers fade, red and green apricots are small, and when swallows fly, people walk around in green water. There are few willows blowing on the branches, and there are plenty of fragrant grass in the sea. Swing in the wall outside the road, layman in the wall, beautiful woman in the wall laughing. Laughter fades into silence, but passion is mercilessly annoyed.
The residual red of the flowers faded away, small green apricots grew on the treetops, and swallows danced in the sky. Clear rivers surround the village people. The catkins on the willow branches have been blown less and less by the wind, and the end of the world is far away, where there is no fragrant grass!
A girl was swinging in the fence. A layman passed by the fence and heard the laughter of the beautiful woman in the wall. The laughter gradually died out. The sound died away. Pedestrians are disappointed, as if their amorous feelings were hurt by the ruthlessness of the girl.
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The full text of "Jiang Chengzi Yimao dreams on the 2th day of the first month": ten years of life and death are boundless. Never think, never forget. Thousands of miles away in a lonely grave, there is nowhere to talk about desolation. Even if you don't know when you meet, your face is covered with dust and your temples are like frost. Night comes and dreams suddenly return home. Xiao Xuan window. Dressing up. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines It is expected that the heartbroken place every year, the moonlit night, short matsuoka.
translation: You and I have been dead for ten years, but we miss each other but are at a loss and can't meet each other. I don't want to miss myself, but it's unforgettable. Your lonely grave is thousands of miles away, and there is no place to tell you the sadness in your heart. Even if I meet you, you won't recognize me, because I've been running around, and my hair is like frost.
I suddenly returned to my hometown in my dream at night, and I saw you dressing in front of the mirror at the small window. You and I look at each other silently, and I don't know where to start with a thousand words. Only silent tears fall thousands of lines. Imagine that the grave hill with small pine trees shining on the bright moon is the place where you miss me year after year and feel heartbroken.
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Full text of Huanxisha Youqiushui Qingquan Temple: Youqiushui Qingquan Temple, the temple is near Lanxi, and the stream flows west. The blue buds below the mountain are short-dipped in the stream, and the sand road between the pines is clean and mud-free, and the rain is drizzling at dusk. Who says life cannot return to the juvenile period again? The water in front of the gate can also flow to the west! Don't bemoan the passing of time in old age!
Translation: The buds of orchids that have just grown at the foot of the mountain are soaked in the stream, and the sand road between pine forests is washed spotless by rain. In the evening, it began to rain lightly, and cuckoo calls came from the pine forest. Who says life can't go back to adolescence? Look, the running water in front of that door can still flow westward! So, don't lament the passage of time when you are old.
6. Set the storm. Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest.
Full text: Don't listen to the sound of beating leaves through the forest. Why not sing and walk slowly? Bamboo poles and straw sandals are more nimble than riding, what is the terrible thing? A raincoat of coir raincoat, let the wind and rain, still live my life. The chilly spring breeze woke me up, and it was slightly cold, but the hills were slanted to greet me. Looking back at the bleak place, I went home without rain or shine.
Don't pay attention to the sound of rain beating through the forest and leaves. You might as well walk leisurely while chanting and whistling. Bamboo sticks and sandals are more agile than riding a horse. What's to be afraid of? I'll live my whole life in hemp fiber regardless of the wind and rain. The spring breeze is slightly cool, which wakes me up. At the beginning of the chill, the setting sun in Chu Qing, the hill, welcomes me at the right time. Looking back at the place where I came across the storm, go back. For me, it doesn't matter whether it is stormy or sunny.
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Full text of "Topic Xilin Wall": Seen from the side of the ridge, the mountain peaks, with different heights. I can not recognize the true face of Lushan, because I am in Lushan.
From the front and side, the mountains of Lushan Mountain are undulating and the peaks stand tall. From the distance, near, high and low, Lushan Mountain presents various appearances. The reason why I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain is because I am in Lushan Mountain.
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Full text of
There are three or two peach blossoms outside the bamboo, and the duck prophet warms the spring river. Artemisia sphaerocephala has short reed buds all over the ground, which is the time when puffer fish want to go up.
Two or three peach blossoms are blooming outside the bamboo forest, and ducks are swimming in the water. They are the first to notice the warming of the river in early spring. The beach is full of Artemisia selengensis, even the reeds are beginning to sprout, and the puffer fish is about to swim upstream from the sea to the rivers.
9. Huanxisha
Full text: Seeing fish in deep red and warm sunshine, even the village is green and dark, and hiding black at night. Huang Tong and Bai Zuo get together to see what they are looking at. Although elk are not used to meeting people, apes don't have to call when they smell drums. The theory of returning home and picking sanggu.
Sunlight shines into the pool to form a crimson color. Fish can swim in the warm pool, and crows can be hidden in the dense trees around the pool. Children and the elderly happily gather to watch the rain-thanking ceremony. The elk, who often went to the pool to drink water, suddenly fled in horror at everyone, and the ape heard the drums and came without calling. Such a grand occasion should be told to Cai Sanggu who failed to witness it when she went home.
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The full text of "The Operator of divination": If the moon is absent, people will be quiet at first. Who saw you alone, dimly discernible solitary Hong Ying. In the night, it suddenly gets scared, suddenly fly, and frequently back, but always no one understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering between the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed lonely on the cold Shoal.
Translation: The curved moon hangs on the treetops of the phoenix tree, and the sound of the voice is silent at night. Sometimes I see people living alone, just like the ethereal figure of a lonely goose. Suddenly I started up and looked back, resentful but no one knew. Picked all the cold branches and refused to live, willing to endure loneliness and coldness in the sandbar.