A poem praying for peace

Satisfied with the answer "visit Shanxi village", don't laugh at the wine and wine of the farmer, and keep customers in a good year. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay. The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane. "Book Anger" knew from an early age that the world was hard to tolerate, and the Central Plains looked at the mountains. It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse. Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded. Real name first, who is better than one thousand years! "Confession" Wanli seeks to seal Hou, and defends Liangzhou with one horse. Now the military life of defending the frontier fortress can only appear in dreams, but I don't know where I am in dreams. Dust covered the old mink fur. The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. In this life, who knows, my heart is in Tianshan, and I am always in Cangzhou! The "operator" broke the bridge outside the post station, opening the main loneliness. Twilight arrival, plum blossom is helpless, exhausted, and has to withstand the wind and rain. Plum blossoms don't want to compete for blooming, and the envy and rejection of flowers don't care. Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual. After the death of Xianzi, I knew everything was empty, but I was sad to see Kyushu. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Partridge day lives in a smoky room. The slightest dust doesn't matter. Pour the residual jade through the bamboo, and roll the yellow court to see the mountain. Greed and arrogance make decline and disability. Let's smile everywhere. Yuan knows that his creative heart is different, but he is as old as a hero. The Fisherman's Pride looks at the mountains in the East. The journey is thirteen thousand miles. A book full of papers. Tears streaming down her face, the book will be returned next year. Information: Hongqiao started. When can a ship find a brother? Traveling around the world is really old. Worried, trouble sleeping. In a few wisps of tea smoke. "ChaoZhong measures? Mei Youzi does not enter the juvenile court. There is only sadness in silence. Wandering life, very cold. At the end of the river, new poems and old dreams are lonely and hateful. Not to mention the spring breeze, I once knew the East Emperor. " Langtaosha? The Floating Jade Pavilion in Danyang is a tree-lined hidden pavilion. Several farewells. Yang Guan often hates, not to mention autumn, you are a pedestrian. Wipe away tears and towels. Let's disappear separately. A Li Jiang hate just split. Andrew Chihiro cut off the smoke through the iron lock. Xie Chichun joined the army at the age of seven and was once annexed. Clouds and smoke show the night. Zhu Yan's temple is green, and he is guarded by Ge Xi. Laughing at the crown of Confucianism made many mistakes. The dream of fame and fortune is shattered, but the boat belongs to Wu Chu. Sad songs, mourning the past. The smoke from the kitchen is boundless, and you can see where Qin Guan is. Sigh the fleeting time, and waste time. The Night Tour Palace is full of snow. Sleepwalking, I don't know where I am. An iron horse has no power like water. Xiangguan River, Yanmen West, Qinghai International. Sleep in the cold light. Sound leakage, moon-slanting window paper. I promised to seal Hou in Wan Li. Who knows, although the sideburns are broken, the heart is not dead. "Magpie Bridge Fairy" has ups and downs, and lives in Diaoyutai West. Fish sellers are afraid to go near the city gate, but they are willing to go deep into the world of mortals. Tidal physiology, beach mooring, tidal rise and fall. When people mistake Yan Guang for Yan Guang, I am an unknown fisherman. "Huanxisha? And no guilt rhyme "lazy drunk and jade bottle in the sand. "Call you to enjoy the small window. The most important thing is that the setting sun blows the horn. Busy days are bitter, idle days are few, and new troubles often continue the old ones. None of the guests is afraid of group travel. " Good things are near? Looking at the sea from the top of Meixian Mountain, waving sleeves to the west peak, there is no foot in the sky. Under the crutches, facing the whale sea, the smoke sails are vivid. It is dusk to watch the clouds dance. Thank you for your kindness to stay. "striking? On the evening of July 16, I went to the Happy Pavilion in Chang 'an to see Nanshan, and I mourned in the corner of the border town in autumn. The bonfire blazed on the high platform. Singing and singing, standing on a high place, he gave wine to the land, which produced infinite enthusiasm for restoring Guanzhong. Who can push away all the layers of twilight like the amorous Nanshan bright moon? The smoke from the kitchen near Baqiao Bridge and the beautiful scenery near Qujiang should stand in the moonlight, waiting for our army to recover lost ground and win. "Bean leaf yellow" is often rainy and windy in spring. The wind and rain are clear and the spring is empty. Who cares about red mud? Hate is hard to be poor. Just like the decline of Weng I, Hu Xiang, the "fisherman", has a misty rain and raw silk. Clouds and fog disperse, the moon is slanting, and the new rice cooker slides on the spoon. The tide is low and the boat is drunk. "Early Summer Seclusion" is Weng's home set in the beautiful scenery of lakes and mountains, and the cloudy nakata is oblique. When the lake overflows, egrets fly in the air and frogs hum by the lake. The new crop of bamboo shoots has matured, and the magnolia has just begun to blossom. Alas, let bygones be bygones, who * * * will sleep in afternoon European tea. [Note] The dragon is a bamboo shoot. Wooden pen, also known as magnolia. Both are common things in early summer. Reading on a winter night shows that Yu Zi (3) The ancients learned nothing, and the teenagers were not old. What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.