The guest room window is empty.
The ups and downs of pear blossoms, narrow curtains and clever small screens. In front of the emotional lamp, on the guest pillow, I am worried about the world. My sorrow is as long as the old man's white hair. Fifty years have passed, just like a one-night dream of spring. When you meet someone else, the willow branches share the smoke and help the eaves.
The rain window sent Liu Mengluan to a banquet to celebrate the clouds.
Jealous of rainy days, the moon is ashamed of the south and the water leaks. Wet golden thread warbler clothes, red paste throat, yellow powder bee waist. Pear flower dream dragon shed tears to lose weight this spring, and the sound of begonia soul uncovering drums shocked the world last night. Very high hope, golden clouds, fragrance and dark resurgence.
When singing a good song for Zhang Tianxiang, he was at the Mohou table in Yangxian County.
The moon is full of clouds, kneaded into pure fragrance and blown down Kunlun Mountain. Beat the smoke, lean on the fog, and touch the plum soul. This kind of gas is gentle and lovely, and that kind of romantic life is spring. All the voices are heard, and how many Yu Fang scattered in Gankun.
Explain yourself.
Huayang towel cranes hang around, iron flutes blow clouds, and bamboo sticks support the sky. Accompanied by Liu Guai Huayao, Lin Xiangfeng Rui and Jiu Chen. Don't be the top scholar in the Jianghu, and don't think about romantic immortals. Broken bits and pieces, calligraphy clouds, Xiangshan water.
Zhang Qian sat in the seat of Zuohai Suofu.
The rolling whale river absorbs all the spring clouds, the music is wonderful and heavy, and the wine is warm and cold. Cut the black veil, make his hair turn white, and get drunk in a red skirt. If you want to spend money to buy jade, you can spend money to buy villages and vote for Gan Kun. There are as many heroes as there are, but there is no unicorn.
fire
How can I be born with a wide skirt, peel my skin for jade and fade my waist? Eating without a spoon, sleeping like turning a cake, so weak. What is the rejection of fruit? I've been hanging out for a while. Herbs are interesting, books are acacia.
Sleeping during sex, breaking the mirror and dividing firewood, is a wine song. Like the wind and smoke on the post road, the horse's head and the moon, and the geese on the river. In the past, I visited me diligently, but recently, the newcomer was haggard because of him. He was pale, but he lost his eyes because of crying. How was the reception? Forget people.
When I went up the stairs, I saw Ji leaning on her feet to freshen up. I was so at a loss, because I remember that the willow trees in Zhulou were green, the screen windows were locked, and the pneumatic curtains were continuous. Love to see the beautiful scenery in the mirror, graceful. The crown of gold hairpin is neat, and the blossoming pine flowers are graceful. What a good mood, sleepy cheeks, leaning against the cloud screen. There is Ping Yuanjun's tomb in Jiangjunshan, Dengcheng, with a kind of chestnut on the top, which is very popular. The ancient mountains and rivers in Furong City were buried. When did you start planting Li? Trees in the shade and weak sails, Sandy, Cao Jiang. Immersed in the sea for a long time in the southeast, watching Jinjiao Boxing in the northwest. Towel lingering, not lotus, but flying fairy.
Xu Hongmei Deco Institute Fu Lei Juan
Never pretend to do it, try to play Gong Xue and make up, and laugh at Wu Waer for being drunk. Rejuvenate, thoroughly remould oneself, nourish the haze. Luo Fu Meng Xiu guessed that apricot flowers were made, and what cinnabar did Green Fairy take? Spring is at the end of the world, purple wax seals incense, who to send.
Qu Zicheng, a beautiful woman in the curtain, wrote a poem.
Laceration does not roll idle, Cui weaving exquisite, hire Ting. Leaning on the silver hook, playing with ribbons and ringing golden bells with pens. I am fascinated by Chu Yun's flowers and faint willows, and Hunan is separated only by a strip of water. It's hard to hide the news when people are outside the building.
Xihu yihuang former residence
I haven't been to my son's house for a long time. I want to hang a swing on the rope. I broke the pipa, and my eyebrows were light blue, and my hair was jade-crossing, which made me light lead. Soft dragon dust treasure duck, rotten rouge rain over Jinsha. Through a screen window, I dream of breaking the east wind and crying outside.
Li Chuyi attended the banquet at home.
Wash your makeup with bright snow hibiscus flowers, feel it silently and see it clearly. What a misty rain, where is the root? In the peach and plum fields. The worst Yan Jiaoying, redundant, laughed off her fangs. Xiangshui is in the west and east, looking at the clothes and standing in the autumn wind.
Denggu Sutai
Baihuazhou new stage, the curtain kisses the clouds, and the picture opens the sky. Fu Peng overlooks the blue sky, flies over the city and drives to Penglai. Learn to hold the green color in your heart and hang your head wet. Mourn the past and rejoice, rest near the dryness, and dust.
Judging from Huizhou, this article comes from the meaning of Zhou Gao Chu.
Du Mu's romantic articles, according to night lanterns, indicate the moon boat. I am a Jianghu old man and a young man, laughing and laughing, but I was lucky enough to stay. When I was sick for the first time, I sent Liu people wine, and the guests who picked hibiscus were already surprised in autumn. Drunk and dreamy, the geese went to the south building to send some new worries.
Give it to Luo.
It's a fairy in Luo Fu's dream, a pair of locked snails and nine dizzy beads. Delicate willows are tender, shallots are tender, and autumn lotus roots are even and round. A little shy appeared in the glass, and she pulled out a towel to fight for the change of ChanJuan. Excuse me, what year is it today?
Fuzi Ming Shou
The pear garden is sunny, but it is rainy and dusk, and the new fire is bright. Song Yisheng, Xiang Ding, wine warms Wu Ju. Zhu Yan Shouxing is a scholar wearing a light-colored shirt and a short hat. Take advantage of the situation to make a name for yourself.
The more you swim, the more nostalgic you are.
Penglai old trees are covered with clouds, neither high nor low, and foxes and rabbits crowd the altar. Half-folded stone tablet, empty old address, eternal yellow dust. After the death of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it was difficult to find a suitable army, and I couldn't meet a good person when I went. The sea has faded, the thrush has withered, and there is no spring on earth. Those who face each other across the building all day are tired, so they put down the curtains to cover the ripples of Xiangjiang River, and then put down their leisure worries and cut off the soul of the poem. It's not fog or smoke, but there is no sweet dream on the pond. Shoot slim bamboo shoots, open the screen window and push the skirt. Enjoy Jiaochun, the fragrance of the south, and roll up pear clouds.
Tanabata giver
Cui Huixiu writes about Danqing, the rain is weak and the clouds are charming, and the water is beautiful and clear. Your lips and delicate hands are beautiful. Water can't make up spring makeup, but the wind is graceful. Who is with Yunping when you are drunk and awake? It is cool tonight. Lie down and watch the binary stars.
Huang Siniang sells wine as a gift, a piece of green slate and a song of Li Zhu. Dew and clouds, flowers and willows, time to comb. There is nowhere to worry about, ask what the dream of three lives is. Who will help xiaoqian? The fiber of spring stirs the singing beard. In autumn, lakes and mountains, together with Bai Zirui's Yan Ji, gave a gift to the singer. In autumn, a reed flower was filmed, and the sun set and the rain was raining. Envy romantic songs and dances, peaceful times, poetry and wine career. When Yangliuqing leaps into the spring breeze, and osmanthus cools jathyapple. A song Wu Wa laughs at Jiangzhou tears.
Ganxing
Xie Anjiang left you, dreamed of Dongshan and moved to Zhou Nan. Rain clouds, pity flowers and cherish willows, refuse to look back. I will crown you with clothes in the season and be your flag bearer when you are defeated. What kind of hatred are you asking? Landslides exist in name only, and the sea is vast and sorrowful in spring.
Melancholy Qiu Si
Red pear leaves are dyed with rouge, blowing haze and tripping over frost branches. It was a westerly wind in Wan Li. It rained at dusk one day, and the two places missed each other. I hate the unfortunate beauty here, and ask why the saddle-carving wanderer is here. When the geese come, the water is ruthless and no new poems are written.
It is true that drinking with Gao and Hu at the lake house in autumn.
Outside the curtain, it rains in the western hills at dusk, arousing poets and leaning on them. The cup shadow contains autumn, the song is sent late, and the temples are cold. Increase the charm of spring, and reduce the kindness of Fan Luolong Tan. Red lotus flower still exists, jasmine is fragrant, and the oil wall blows incense, urging it to return to the saddle.
Prostitute persuader
The shame of flooding the basin is to set the grass as the standard, and the seedlings are born in this world. If you accept your heart now and change your mind now, how can you change your fur? I am as old as a withered flower. Kick the nest like a copper bucket. Suffering day and night, broken string, don't look for love glue.
Wen Chun
How about going to Dong Jun? Wind wrinkles scales, smoke wipes moths. I hate staring at each other, regardless of youth and not much black hair. The fragrant catkins attract fish to swallow green waves, and the falling flowers frighten butterflies to dream of Conan. Nest everywhere, carrying wine, boats and buildings.
Zhang Shiming, piling piles and presenting geisha to Zhou Shiyi.
The right song, the right dance, the right makeup, pottery is romantic, and the fruit is unusual. Powdered spring, golden plate dew, sleeve fragrance. Who was Zhou Lang when we met Ruiniang? Sorrow is near the Qing dynasty, and drunkenness returns to the lights.
Yong Jiao Hong
Bananas are all over the world, changing leaves and moving roots, and silting up irrigation. Jiao is resistant to autumn wind, clear and suitable for night rain, and gorgeous as spring flowers. Jade sleeves are supported by crimson wax silver platform, and Lv Yun Fengdanxia Jade Furnace. Rich people make up lakes and mountains and eat happy screens. Zhong Ming Tongzhi calmly welcomed guests with Su Lao Pipa and Xiao singer, drunk in plum blossoms and took the lead in spring. Little Ruanluansheng, pipa phoenix tail, Baoding dragon saliva. The golden wine is shallow, and the jade is exquisite and round. Who seems to respect the former, talking and laughing, rich and immortal?
Jingxi is this thing.
Why don't Jingxixi people plant plum blossoms? Old trees support the door, wasteland surrounds the shore, and bitter bamboo surrounds the fence. There are no monks and foxes in the temple, and there are no birds and mice in the official. White water and yellow sand, bending over to count crows.
Gao Chen Jing's disease
What is the tragic autumn in Gaotang? The mountain is on the screen, and the cloud is on the hook. Sweating and indulging in love, the world is cold, and everything is a flash in the pan. Liu Yang Yin Wu brought wine aboard, while the guest of Chu climbed the stairs. The guest and the host are together, and they are full of poetic concern for Qingjiang.
Adventure in Jinyun Mountain
Earning Liu Lang is not a peach blossom. I occasionally stay in a mountain stream and go to the fairy's house by mistake. Tired snow and fragrant muscles, Robbie high bun, green halo palace crow. Qiushuizhu plays with jade armor, laughing at the spring clouds and attracting China. The wine awakens the clouds. Food is full of hemp, people are on the basket, and dreams are separated from the horizon. Love Qiu Niang makes the moon seamless, snow and ice make up, and wind dew is the soul. Song quivered with firewood and silk stockings, and the wine stained the scarlet skirt. Draw a willow with a shallow eyebrow skillfully, and when you smile, it will be in bud and full of beautiful spring. Entertain Dong Jun, a different kind of new poem, leaving a fragrant cloud.
What Xi Yan saw.
The east wind outside Xiyan Building is winding, dry and small curtains. In the afternoon, I was sleepy, with unkempt hair and hazy eyes. Flocculation and flying flowers are more than enough, and the sunset dissolves water. The golden thread is fragrant and velvet, and I am tired of embroidering the screen bed and miss the spring work.
What I saw and heard when I climbed the Yongqing Pavilion in Piling.
Suddenly, I flew to Nanpu Jiao Yun, hiding my shame behind my back and smiling with a frown. Smoke around the temples, stained with clothes and flowers, bothers the dream soul. Like the spring outing in Xiangshui and Luoshen, I met Liu Chen who was collecting herbs on the rooftop. Sorrow wisp into a mark, a pillow lingering fragrance, half drunk dusk.
Yan Zhiyuan guixuan
Blue clouds open the window, knocking on bamboo to urge tea to sweep the leaves for firewood. So romantic, so beautiful, without dust. The western world heaps up golden millet, while the pavilions in jathyapple scatter incense. Wine and poetry, drunkenness and autumn height, Song Yu is versatile.
Wind and rain climb the tiger hill
It was a storm for a long time, with strange rocks, such as Yu Tu and old trees. Moss embroidered Zen steps, dust stained poetry walls, cloud wetlands. The sound of the piano is cold and idle, and the shadow of the sword is cold and moving. Drunk eyes, eternal hate. Waves roll the soul, mountains lock Wu sorrow.
Youqinchuan
Yu Hai is located in Shaanxi Province, where there are paulownia trees and Lu Liewen trees. Pave green peaks, dye clouds and forest barriers, and push the moon tide ditch. There is also the fourth subject, Tessa Ziyou, a hundred years of loyalty and filial piety. Dancing pavilions and singing houses, drinking and writing poems, official duties and romantic figures.
One-day tour of Penglai Mountain after the Ninth Festival.
The rain in Chongyang is cold and the wind is clear, and Wang Hong is blocked, and his profound knowledge is light. Yesterday's cold English and today's fragrance may not be able to compete. Bees and butterflies fly from his world, and wine and flowers are faster than my life. I'm going to meet this alliance. I'm drunk.
The Double Rhyme of Bai He Jing Ci
At that time, Waishishan Temple had gradually spread to the south, with some spring. Maple stains yin fat, banana tears old paper, willow dies. Male and female egrets with cold eyes and uneven wings. After four more consultations, I twisted the rhyme and fingered the poem.
Anxi Banjiangge accompanied Marshal Yazhai to drink.
On the semi-river pavilion, you can take a boat to the Drum Tower and cross the river. Hu Jin hangs, Yulong stands, and bamboo trees are cold. Green waves turn autumn back to handsome eyes, and Cui Yun stacks evening songs. The wine is so beautiful that people are in the pot and painting.
Bo qingtian county
The crane flies down the Qingtian, sighing at the stars, and the valley turns into a mausoleum. The mountains are thin, covered with clouds, and the rivers are empty in Ryutsuki. What year is this year? The dream has reached Shimen cave, and I am not surprised by the three seas. Who's handling it? Tiger Festival, Wuxian.
Autobiographical notes
The bull fight is tied with fairy tea, and the wine jar is full of poems, with small hidden haze. Tired of luggage, vain life, sloppy life. I was thirsty for wine. I picked clouds and cut melons in Liu Yin, swept the snow on the tip of fragrant plums in my poems and made tea. Everything about him, though landless, is better than being homeless.
Looking at the night of piling
Jiangnan tired guest boarding, how many heroes, how many depressed. Today, I can't afford the admiration of Tian Yang. Who is Tian Jin, who crossed the old country of Dan Xin with the moon hook? The shadow of the window is deep, the phosphorus fire is green, and Shan Gui is humming.
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