372_ 1 Volume "Lienvcao" Meng Jiao
The branches and leaves of the male martial arts spread for the rest of my life, and two pairs of mandarin ducks and waterfowl died together. Virgins are your husbands, and they live as faithfully as they do.
What kind of stormy waves can annoy a soul like water in an eternal well? .
Volume 372_2 "On the Thin Line" Meng Jiao
Chang' an is not slow, and the situation is in power. When they meet, relatives don't care about each other.
Sigh clumsy, suddenly frivolous. I am often afraid of losing my position and becoming rut dust.
In this process, I am already white-haired, and I have not stopped running.
Volume 372_3 "A trip to Chang 'an" Meng Jiao
Get a haircut every ten days and comb the flying dust every time. At the age of 30, I drank too much and only ate the old and poor.
Everything is timely, but I can't feel spring. Whoever loses is willing to visit, and he is proud of competing with each other.
Straight wood has wings, and still water has no scales. You can't be a gentleman until you know how to compete.
Wild rattan and bamboo are light, and mountain fern is new. Hidden songs come and go, and the scenery outside is real.
Volume 372_4 "Chang 'an Avenue" Meng Jiao
Hu Feng excited Qin Shu, and that bitch cried in the wind. Every family is open, so you can't see it.
Chang' an 12 th Road, throwing trees and birds. On the high shelf, the spring water is sucking.
Volume 372_5 "Send Far to Sing" Meng Jiao
The river wakes up in the morning and the river frequently sends each other. There are tears in the cup to drink, and there are no branches.
When you smile, all your troubles are new. East Bohemia Day, do not hesitate to travel far.
Volume 372 _6 【 old unlucky concubine 】 Meng Jiao
Don't hesitate to play the ten-fingered string for you. I'm always afraid of new sounds, so I can't sit still.
Abandoning today's sadness is yesterday's happiness. It's easy to make new changes, but it's hard to cling to the past.
There are weeds in the green hills, and the tears are long. Empty future generations and accept their thoughts.
Volume 372_7 Ancient Farewell (Farewell Scene) Meng Jiao
Songshan Mountain is surrounded by clouds and separated by land and water. If the cloud goes, it will return to the sun, and if the water is not close, it will be.
Spring is sweet and soft. Wickerwork don't have to worry, there are countless ties.
Volume 372_8 Miscellaneous Complaints (Miscellaneous Complaints of Ancient Yuefu) Meng Jiao
Remember people not to be sad, but to be sad and empty. Don't send someone to cut clothes. You may not come back after cutting clothes.
If you are a flower with two pedicels, don't fly around. Flowers fall around trees, and wanderers ignore time.
Peach blossoms bloom in the morning, and girls are pink. Peach blossom dusk, girl powder.
Trees have a hundred years of flowers, and people have no certain face. Flowers are sent by others when they are old, and people are sad and idle.
Poor girl's mirror is unknown, and there are a few cold flowers. There is a virtual weave in the dark, and there is no long seam in the short line.
You can't shine on the waves, and you can't follow the madman. There are many scattered shadows in the waves, and there are also many different traces of madmen.
Hold this life thin and empty into a lot of hate.
Volume 372 _9 The Silent Woman Meng Jiao
All beautiful women are jealous, and quiet women are solitary. Shame, marry with virtue instead of face.
A gentleman is easy to find a job, but a villain is hard to find a job. Who will forgive this ambition? The strings are melodious.
372_ 10 Volume [Reply] Meng Jiao
Tears and ink are splashed into books, which will be sent to Wan Li. Books reach the soul, but they are empty.
Volume 372_ 1 1 "Mountain Old Songs" Meng Jiao
You can't go down the mountain, you can only farm on the mountain. The waist axe is loose, and the ladle is drawn to the spring.
Knowing the power of words, I don't remember the changes of the sun and the moon. Hiraki for me, from day to night.
Volume 372_ 12 "Wandering sons" Meng Jiao.
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?
Volume 372_ 13 "Little Yin Yin" Meng Jiao
I'm not drunk. I'm happy. Play four or five streams and listen to two or three strings.
Free from vulgarity, natural and quiet, deep and mysterious. Not angry, not greedy, not greedy.
Volume 372_ 14 "Bitter Cold" Meng Jiao
It is cold and blue, and the north wind is called withered mulberry. There is no crack in the thick ice, and there is cold light in a short day.
Knocking on a stone won't make a fire, and strong yin will seize yang. What is the bitter tone? It is frozen in this chapter.
Volume 372_ 15 "Athens" Meng Jiao.
Put forward that Loulan's meat is not raised when it is angry. There is no retreat in autumn, and the night sword does not cover the light.
The tigers' hands were driven out and the leopard's heart was hidden. It has been said in ancient and modern times that a fierce soldier will leave the north.
Volume 372 _ 16 [Injury] Meng Jiao
Poisonous vines are scattered, but one is hard to find. I'm Huang Tingke, and immortal bones can't be born.
Fragrant flowers in spring and withered stems in autumn wind. If you can't play the piano, you think you are a bosom friend.
The museum changes old photos of the moon, and the guests write their feelings. The boat on the river is still empty, and the waves send Ming Jing.
Volume 372_ 17 "Complaining Poems (Ancient Complaints)" by Meng Jiao
Try my concubine and your tears, two drops of water. Look at this hibiscus, who died for this year.
The first day of the lunar month
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
Thousands of families always trade new peaches for old ones.
Dengfeilai peak
Fly to the top of Chihiro Tower, hear the cock crow and the sun rise.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Berthing Guazhou
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Zhongshan is that thing.
The stream flows quietly around the bamboo forest, and the flowers and plants on the west side of the bamboo forest are soft in spring.
Sitting on the eaves of trees all day, birds are more secluded without singing mountains.
On the river
The autumn shade in Jiangbei is half open, and the sunset glow is rainy.
There is no road in the green hills, and there is another village. Suddenly, I saw Qian Fan looming.
Spring night
The golden stove leaks, and the breeze blows the cold.
Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing.
Book Lake, Yinxian County, Bi Sheng
Grass eaves are long and quiet without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
Beibei Xinghua
A vicious spring water surrounds the flower body, and the figure is enchanting.
It is better to be blown into snow by the spring breeze than to be crushed into dust by Nanmo.
end game
At dusk, the wind and rain hit the garden, and the residual chrysanthemums fell all over the ground;
It's okay to fold one, poor son.
Enter the fortress
The wild clouds are cool and the rain is long, and the pommel horse beats the drum every time.
There are still a few people crying, but they look back at the south!
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Cross the border
Zhuozhou watched the dance "Little Khitan in Spring Breeze" while drinking in the sand.
Stopping rain expertly urges your face to shed tears, and misty blows wet Korean clothes!
chess
Don't disturb the truth with drama, you can win with me.
After the war, two piles were divided into white and black, and one pile was a loss.
Beishan
Beishan lost its green color and went straight to the pond.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
Chinese plum
There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone.
I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.
Show it often.
It is not easy for teenagers to leave, but it is a pity to meet again when they are old.
Cao Cao's cups and plates are for laughter, and the faint light is for life.
Three years of self-pity for the lake and the sea, a thousand miles in the dust and sand.
I want to know when the book should be sent by Yan Nanzheng later.
Chinese cinnamon
This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng. Sail back to the sunset, with the west wind on your back and the wine flag tilted. The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and continue to hate. Throughout the ages, it is shameful to rely on height. The past events of the Six Dynasties are like running water, cold smoke and rotten grass are green. Today, business women still sing from time to time, leaving a legacy in the backyard.
Nanxiangzi
Since ancient times, the empire has flourished.
This is a dream for 400 years, which is worrying.
Gold's clothes are ancient dust.
Swim around the water, up to the top of the city and upstairs.
Mo Wen, look back.
Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows by itself.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
A few huts are idle by the water, and light shirts and short hats are hung on the willow branches. What dynasty is it today? Look at the redundant stone bridge.
But tonight's new moon is lying on the top of the tree. I drank a cup of drunk wine at noon until I woke up that night. What's the most important? One or two orioles.
Bodhisattva's set of sentences
Begonia hair is always close to the water and the moon comes first. Do you know what the flowers here look like? The cool moon turns white one after another, and the fragrant wind smells from the other side.
The yellow bird is close, and the sound on the other side is corresponding. Sit on the raspberry moss and have a glass of red wine.
Huanxisha
A hundred acres of atrium is half covered with moss, and the white water in front of the door is lingering. How many people can come when you are free?
The cloister in the small courtyard is quiet in spring, and there are two or three apricot trees in Shantaoxi. For who? For who?
Yujiaao
The small bridge on the flat river bank is surrounded by thousands of flowers and plants. There are some windows in the hut. Before the dust comes, there will always be a spring breeze to clean it.
Sleeping in the afternoon is like getting up early and listening to chickens crow. It suddenly occurred to me that an old friend is always old today. I am greedy for dreams, but I forget Handan Road.
Qian Qiu Suiyin
Don't pavilion cold anvil, lonely city painting angle, a school of autumn sound into the boundless. Oriental geese walk from the sea, while southern geese fall into the sand. Typhoon Zhu, just like yesterday.
Helpless bound by some fame and fortune! Helpless by it! Unfortunately, romance is always idle! At first, I left China to express my views, but now I misunderstood Qin Lou. The dream has stopped. When you wake up, think again.
Two songs
one
When Princess Ming first left the Han Palace, her eyes were moist.
There's nothing Wang can do about it.
When you come back, you will complain about Dan Qing's hand. I've seen it in my life.
I couldn't understand the meaning, so I killed Mao Yanshou for nothing.
Go and know it, don't return, pity the Han palace clothes;
Send a voice to ask Sanan, only geese fly every year.
Wan Li, a family member, sent a message. Fortunately, Mo Xiang remembered being in the felt city.
Don't you see that Nagato and Gillian are very close? There is no difference between north and south in life.
Secondly,
Ming Fei first married Hu Er, and all the felt cars were Hu Ji.
Erotic language has no place to live, and it spreads to pipa.
The golden pole stirred his hand and tried to persuade Hu to drink.
The maid-in-waiting in the Han palace wept, and the pedestrians on the sand looked back.
Hann is shallow and deep, and he has known each other all his life.
Poor Qingling is gone, and still has the strings of mourning music.
Huanxisha
A hundred acres of atrium is half covered with moss, and the white water in front of the door is lingering. How many people can come to Aixian?
The cloister in the small courtyard is quiet in spring, and there are two or three apricot trees in Shantaoxi. For who? For who?
Nanxiangzi
Since ancient times, the empire has flourished. This is a dream for 400 years. It's sad. Kim's clothes are ancient dust.
Swim around the water and try your best to go upstairs. Mo Wen, a former leisure gentleman, turned around and the Yangtze River flowed freely outside the sill.
Yujiaao
The small bridge on the flat river bank is surrounded by thousands of flowers and plants. There are some windows in the hut. Before the dust comes, there will always be a spring breeze to clean it.
Sleeping in the afternoon is like getting up early and listening to chickens crow. It suddenly occurred to me that an old friend is always old today. I am greedy for dreams, but I forget Handan Road.
Bodhisattva is beautiful
A few huts are idle by the water, and light shirts and short hats are hung on the willow branches. What dynasty is it today? Look at the redundant stone bridge.
But tonight's new moon is lying on the top of the tree. I drank a cup of drunk wine at noon until I woke up that night. What's the most important? One or two orioles.
Chinese cinnamon
This is the late autumn in the ancient country, and the weather is very early. Thousands of miles are like a river, like clusters of Qingfeng.
Sailing towards the sunset, leaning against the west wind and leaning against the wine flag.
The colorful boat is cloudy, and the Milky Way heron rises, which is difficult to draw.
Miss the past, compete for prosperity, sigh outside the door, and feel sad and hateful.
Throughout the ages, depending on the level, share weal and woe. The past of the Six Dynasties flows with the water, cold smoke and green grass.
Today, business women still sing from time to time, leaving a legacy in the backyard.
Qian Qiu Suiyin
Don't pavilion cold anvil, lonely city painting angle, a school of autumn sound into the boundless.
Oriental geese walk from the sea, while southern geese fall into the sand.
Typhoon Zhu, just like yesterday.
Helpless bound by some fame and fortune! Helpless by it!
Unfortunately, romance is always idle! At the beginning,
Now you've missed my date with Qin Lou. The dream has stopped. When you wake up, think again.
Bodhisattvas choose poems from different poets to form a poem.
Begonia hair is always close to the water and the moon comes first. Do you know what the flowers here look like? The cool moon turns white one after another, and the fragrant wind smells from the other side.
The yellow bird is close, and the sound on the other side is corresponding. Sit on the raspberry moss and have a glass of red wine.
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Two songs by Fei Ming
one
When Princess Ming first left the Han Palace, her eyes were moist.
There's nothing Wang can do about it.
When you come back, you will complain about Dan Qing's hand. I've seen it in my life.
I couldn't understand the meaning, so I killed Mao Yanshou for nothing.
Go and know it, don't return, pity the Han palace clothes;
Send a voice to ask Sanan, only geese fly every year.
Wan Li, a family member, sent a message. Fortunately, Mo Xiang remembered being in the felt city.
Don't you see that Nagato and Gillian are very close? There is no difference between north and south in life.
Secondly,
Ming Fei first married Hu Er, and all the felt cars were Hu Ji.
Erotic language has no place to live, and it spreads to pipa.
The golden pole stirred his hand and tried to persuade Hu to drink.
The maid-in-waiting in the Han palace wept, and the pedestrians on the sand looked back.
Hann is shallow and deep, and he has known each other all his life.
Poor Qingling is gone, and still has the strings of mourning music.
Book Lake, Yinxian County, Bi Sheng
Grass eaves are long and quiet without moss, and flowers and trees are planted by hand.
One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and two mountains send green.
The first day of the lunar month
The roar of firecrackers, the old year has passed; The warm spring breeze ushered in the New Year, and people happily drank the newly brewed Tu Su wine.
Every family [Japanese children] [Japanese children] always trades new peaches for old ones.
chess
Don't disturb the truth with drama, you can win with me.
After the war, two piles were divided into white and black, and one pile was a loss.
Dengfeilai peak
Fly to the top of Chihiro Tower, hear the cock crow and the sun rise.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Berthing Guazhou
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
Jiang Nanan spring breeze is green, when will the bright moon shine on me?
Playing chess with Xue Zhaoming, I lost a plum blossom poem.
Fahua looks for spring and likes to see Mei, which is a pile of snow on the road.
Fengcheng Nanmo remembers its year, and it is difficult to come with the post.
Spring night
The golden stove is full of lingering fragrance, and the breeze is cold.
Spring bothers me that I can't sleep, and the moon moves the railing.
Beishan
Beishan lost its green color and went straight to the pond.
Counting the fallen flowers because I have been sitting for a long time, I found that the grass is already late.
Ge xiyi
The moon is in a daze, and Yi Deng shines on the autumn bed.
Feel the wind and dew early when you are sick, and I don't know how long the mountains and rivers are.
I feel generous when I am old, but I feel sad when I look at the world.
Cicada is even more confusing to pedestrians' ears, holding semi-yellow sparse tung leaves.
Show it often.
It is not easy for teenagers to leave, but it is a pity to meet again when they are old.
Fur cups and plates are for laughter, and dim light is for life.
Three years of self-pity for the lake and the sea, a thousand miles in the dust and sand.
I want to know when the later period is, and I want to see Yan Nanzheng when I deliver the book.