The foreign women picked bananas, seized yarn and dipped them in the river.
wild flowers are full of new makeup, and leisure songs are in the deep gorge.
I know where I was born, and I cried and broke my heart.
Cui Hua is lonely and beautiful, while Ye Xiao has spare time for red tears.
the blue smoke covers the Chinese fir and osmanthus, and the cliff is overcast with wind and rain.
In the past, people secretly hated the legacy of this place, and they were green, fragrant, red and resentful.
Before the Qing ape finished cutting the flying squirrel, tears flowed to the Xiangfei Temple.
northerners shouldn't travel in Xiaoxiang, and nine doubts cloud into Cangwu.
Guo Biejia sent a poem (Song Mao Kun) to Hangxian in autumn.
Seven-character rhyme
Autumn valleys greet each other strangely, so you should be slow everywhere.
You might as well cover your eyes with the book collar, which does not prevent the blue light from entering the spleen.
I would rather take a nap than seek my children's dreams, and the new poem will be written with water and clouds.
The old towel cushion corner is full of wind, so it's not a rainy time.
Yizhu Pavilion (Song Huangshu)
At the foot of the Chu Mountain in Penglai, it is surrounded by bamboo.
wild whip into the portal, disorderly bamboo shoots for the fence.
it's still a matter of bamboo, as opposed to a bunch of books.
a strong man walks the way of the world, and a strong whip is used.
dust flies, and dreams come back at night.
the small pavilion has been ignored for a long time, and the building is full of white cheese.
I occasionally put a book and a pen, and the stick is used to change old poems.
call the boy to kill Artemisia, and sweep the strawberry base.
no one can live without flowers, and he hates having children.
moving the cigarette book alone comforts me.
sitting in the forest is interesting, and the garden is brilliant.
don't let the breeze come, stay in the peach and plum branches.
the moonlight walks around the bamboo steps and twists the chin.
if you are friends with each other, the shadows are uneven.
the world is short of medicine stones, and young children are arrogant and arrogant.
green cedar is sweaty and dirty.
it's better to be a hoarder than to be hungry.
raise bamboo shoots as fishing rods, and plow Artemisia and Chenopodium in the morning and evening.
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