Cold mountain road, cold river bank.
Birds are often chirping, but no one is silent.
The wind blew on my face and snowflakes piled up one after another.
If you don't see the sun, you don't know spring.
He Shuangqing "On the Phoenix Platform, I remember playing the flute"
Inch by inch, Wei Yun, the afterglow, whether flickering or not, is hard to disappear. It broke my soul. It's shaking. Looking at the mountains and rivers, people come and go, vaguely far away. From now on, the sour will be clear, just like tonight.
Qingyao. I shouldn't ask the truth, but it's boring to look at it clearly. See who is more, who is suffering? Who wants to be happy, steal vegetarian powder and write a description? Who cares? Go to court every night.
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Wei Caopi
The autumn night is long and the north wind is fierce and cool;
Sad hearts are unhappy, many of them miss their hometown constantly.
One of the nineteen ancient poems
Grass by the green river, willow in the gloomy garden;
Yingying is the woman upstairs, she is a window;
E-E's pink makeup makes her hands delicate.
Overlooking the river
Clear and anonymous
Boundless waves stirred the sky, raining, blowing rain and smoke.
Temple is built on verdant mountain, and white safflower is full of flowers.
The geese on the beach are uniform and come and go across the ferry.
Sit and watch, instead.
Cold mountain with overlapping poems
When you are alone, you are always careless, so you don't care.
The mountainside is covered with clouds, and the wind at Taniguchi is blowing.
Apes curled up in trees and birds chirped into the forest.
When I urge my temples to whisper, I am old, old.
Anonymous bodhisattva
When the rain returns to the pond, both of them are just mandarin ducks.
Burning wild flowers, a golden ray of yellow.
A group of innocent, graceful and light-footed girls came out of the hut on the river bank. They danced and sang happily in twos and threes in the spring rain of the stream.
Bright leading edge lights, light cloud powder makeup.
Ge, an operator in Southern Song Dynasty
The water is red and the pulse is full. The west wind is faint with smoke, and the rain is sparse.
A glass of wine is very attractive to you. Ye Ye is as red as a wine boat, flowing like water.
Jing Tian sha Qiao Yuan chicken
Yingying swallows spring and flowers Liu Zhen. Everything is charming and delicate, and everyone stops.