Three ancient poems

Moon Bay in Xijiang River, Huangsha Middle Road.

The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.

The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.

In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.

In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.

Xijiang month

Drunk and greedy, it takes time to worry.

Recently, I began to feel that I don't believe anything in ancient books.

Matsumoto was drunk last night. How about Matsumoto getting drunk?

I only doubt that I will come and help when I am loose. Push with my hand!

Xijiangyue asked his son Cao to pay for housework.

Everything is fleeting, and after a hundred years, another village will emerge.

What is the most suitable now? Drunk, swimming, sleeping.

Take advantage of the early eager opportunity to accept and pay more.

Nai Weng is still in charge of something, bamboo tube mountain tube water.

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Langtaosha Mountain Temple heard the bell at midnight.

Everything in the cup of life is empty.

The ancient heroes of March 5th.

Where the rain blows, Qin Gong in the Han Palace.

Dream of youth, singing and dancing in a hurry.

The old monk rang the doorbell by mistake in the middle of the night.

I can't sleep when I wake up at the west window, Xifengjuan.

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Dongpoyin

The flower tip is not red enough, and the article is green.

Under the curtain, all the songs are dry.

Some people fall asleep in spring, others fall asleep in spring.

Singing birds break dreams, clouds squint, and sweet cheeks fade away.

Love and sadness are accompanied by flowers.

Half a skirt, half a skirt.

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Partridge day, a guest talked generously about becoming famous because of his memory of young current events and dramas.

When he was strong, the banner raised thousands of people, and Jin () suddenly rode across the river.

Night [women's football] silver Hu [Korea], Han Jian flew to the golden servant aunt.

Recalling the past and lamenting myself today, the spring breeze can't dye my white beard black.

I think these tens of thousands of words can pacify Jin's strategy and exchange people from the east for the book of trees.

Quail day

On strangers, soft mulberry branches and oriental silkworm eggs have been born.

The fine grass in Pinggang sings yellow calves, and the crow in the cold forest at sunset.

The mountains are far and near, the roads are inclined, and the green slate sells wine with people.

Peaches and plums in the city are worried about the wind and rain, and shepherd's purse is spent in the stream in spring.

Gu gu Tian you goose huzuishu restaurant wall

Shepherd's purse is in the spring plain, and the crow falls in the newly plowed rain.

Affectionate white? Spring is helpless, and green curtain wine is easy to be credited late.

Idle attitude, fine career, Sang Ma in the west of the bullpen.

Who is the girl in the green skirt? Go and see my family while the silkworm is still alive.

Quail day

I'm lazy in spring. Why not go for a stroll for two or three drinks?

The benefits of the mountain are still tired, and the poetry is not exhausted.

Carry bamboo sticks, wear more shoes, vermilion powder and Artemisia scoparia.

Whose cold food is a loving mother girl? Laughter and laughter come up.

Zhegutian Xiti Village Residence

Chickens and ducks flock together and don't close the door at night. Sang Ma grows more than the roof.

I don't care about anything, I envy rural life very much; Don't eat anything, just eat.

The new willow and the old sandbar flowed last year to combat the flow.

I said I have children here, and I will hire Zhou if I don't marry Jin.

Partridge Lake and Goose Lake came back from injury and began to work.

The pillow creek hall is cold and autumn, and the clouds break through the water and harvest late.

Red-violet snuggled up to each other like a drunk, and Bai Niao was speechless and worried.

Books are enterprising, and taking a break, one mountain and one valley is also romantic.

I don't know how weak my muscles are, but Chueh-hsin is too lazy to go upstairs.

Send someone away on partridge day.

Tears haven't dried yet, so we need to do more work and eat more.

The water is connected, as if the trees on both sides of the river extend into the endless distance, and the dark clouds with rain buried half the mountain.

There are thousands of hatreds in the past and present, only parting is joys and sorrows.

It's not very sinister, but the journey of mankind is even more difficult.

Fu Dai was a partridge.

In the evening, Western jackdaw in the west is sad, and Liutang is green but gentle.

No one would believe that there would be a sad life in the world if it were not for the bitterness of grief at this moment.

Heartbroken, tears are hard to collect, and acacia belongs to xiaohonglou.

I know that there are countless chaotic mountains that block the distant sky, but I can't help leaning against the railing and staring at it all the time.

Partridges and the sky are like mountains and clouds.

Who * * * spring tube day flowers, vermilion powder powder wild Artemisia flowers.

No Country for Old Men, childless, has less alcoholism now.

The mountain is far and the road is near, the road is oblique, and the orchestral sound is stuffy.

I can still remember my drunkenness last year, so I counted the places by the stream.

Quail day

A change of heart is like a chaotic cloud, and spring knows the evil dusk.

I can't bear to rain in front of the eaves at night, but I'm still dreaming tonight.

The furnace is cold, the pot is fragrant and the wine is cold. Who sent it to review?

Who is Liu Waixiao? Guests have bad ears!

Quail day

Can't sleep at night! Knowing the truth has not turned into worrying.

Secretly thinking about the past, who annoyed him with affection?

Some bottom things, mistakes, really can't miss home.

However, the simple and naive jealousy of fragrant sleep awakened her dream.

Partridges can't understand Yuan Ming's poems, so they play with small words to give them away.

At the end of the year, I don't complain about poverty, but only fight with my neighbors.

There is nothing between Jin and Song Dynasties. Naturally, people are above Huang Xi.

After a thousand years, a hundred articles remain, and every word is not halal.

Professor Xie Zhulang is here, not on the dust!

Quail day

If you want to go upstairs to avoid sadness, sadness will follow me upstairs.

After several changes, many relatives and friends have become old!

Go back to rest, go back to rest, before you are an adult, you will always be sealed.

The origin of clouds is uncertain. They are as free as clouds.

Water-adjusted red-billed gull

I love taking the lake, and flowers bloom in thousands of feet.

Mr. Wang walks 1000 times a day and does nothing.

Where we are allied with seagulls, after today's alliance, we should not guess each other.

Where is the white crane? Try to come with me.

Break duckweed, expel green algae and erect moss.

Peeping fish laughs at your stupid plan, but you can't raise my cup.

In the past, there was a bright moon and a cool breeze, and how many joys and sorrows were there in the world?

There is less shade on the east coast, and there are many kinds of willows.

Water Melody and Job Building in Du You, Ma Shu

The guests won't stay long. The good scenery is for you.

The West Building is interested in singing, so why do you need more money?

Arouse a bright moon, shine on my body full of ice and snow, and mighty rivers flow.

The whale has not swallowed the sea, and the shock wave has passed the autumn.

Wild light floats, the sky returns, and it is beautiful.

I wonder how many people are worried tonight.

Who can read Old Hero? Without fame and fortune, the decision is still long.

It will cost a lot of money, and I will help you tomorrow!