Nongshuiting in front of the stream, dancing in green.

Qi Xi Cao Sandy, Zi Lan Feng Wu Wu.

The situation of Guo Pan flies like a porch.

a mirror bends the dike, and ten thousand pills jump in the rain.

before the threshold, swallow and perch, and put the bafan on your pillow.

Cong Yun helps to repair the gallery, and the garden is full of charm.

the fir trees are green, and the flowers are red.

stop the bottle late in the evening and go to the secluded place.

The passenger boat Geng Gu Deng, Wan Li people's night language.

I am hungry and basking in the snow feathers.

when the bait is dropped, the ice scales will see the throughput.

When the neon sky is broken and the sky is drooping, the Chinese flag is burned with anger.

it's half autumn and dawn, and it's bleak and windy.

I want to store it with my heart.

I'm holding nine songs in my arms and thinking about Xiangpu.

four seasons are different, and all day is a good thing.

the hill is soaked with stone edges, and the boat is propped into the secluded place.

Lonely songs lean on Guiyan, and wine sleeps in Songwu at night.

the rest of the country is bamboo village, and the silkworm town is full of anvil pestle.

the spring falls into the ring, and the seedlings are poorly compiled.

if you know the custom well, you will be ashamed and lonely.

there is no blame for the public rent.

when farming, it's expensive to wait for wax, and it's polite to do things.

the township school is full of blessings, and the strong crossbow is levied.

you can't encourage yourself, but it's too late to be ashamed.

My hometown is in the forest, and I believe that beauty is not my land

Sun Guangxian's

Sandy grass is rippling, and the grass color by the lake is rising.

along the coast of Liaoan, Park Fengting, and the jade wheel in the sky first boarded.

the song of slamming the ship's side, looking at the pole, and the sound of oars will tell you where to go.

when an oriole cries and Bai Ou sleeps, who is like a farmer's family?

fireflies are ubiquitous, bright and extinct, and the east bay is wide with cold water at night.

the wind is vast, the flutes are few, and the vast expanse of golden waves overlap.

du ruozhou is fragrant and fragrant, and it's a season of frost.

through the water.

if you cross Songjiang, it's all about Nong's family.

Yu Ge Zi Li Xun

I can't get enough of Chu Shanqing, Xiang Shuilu and the spring breeze.

Sandy grass, flowers and fishing boats are singing in unison.

the letter is floating and sinking, and it is out of control, and it is fished back to the bay by the moon.

wine is full of respect, clouds are full of houses, and there is no honor or disgrace in the world.

It's autumn, it's rainy night, and Orange Island is picturesque.

in the blue smoke and under the bright moon, let's have a boat ride.

water is the hometown, and tents are used as houses, and fish soup and rice are common meals.

a glass of wine is full, and books are full, so fame and fortune don't matter.

weeping willows, flowers are all over the trees, and birds are singing in the spring dusk.

Take a canoe, get out of Shenpu, and slowly sing Yulang to go home.

Stop hanging on the silk ribbon, and take action. The lonely village points to the place covered by clouds.

After going down to Changting, a group of sand herons started up.

autumn wind rises in Jiuyishan, Sanxiangshui and Luhua seasons.

in Shui Yunjian, in the mountains and the moon, the moon wears a cloud game.

drum the harp, pour the ants, and enjoy yourself in a boat.

there is no limit to anything, and there is no discussion about waking up drunk.

"Jin Cuodao" Feng Yansi

There are two jade buckets and a hundred Qiong pots, and beautiful women are laughing and yelling.

It's hard for Kirin to paint, but why can't the gull heron guess it?

the song is euphemistic, drunk and vague, and the silver candle is lying on the tassel with high fever.

I only sleep for a few hours, and I have no fame or fortune outside my body.

It's sunny, the grass is in Sandy, and Oriole is in front of the forest.

the wicker curls with gold thread, and the stamens are luxuriant.

doves chase women, swallows wear curtains, and crazy bees, waves and butterflies dance with each other.

spring scenery is not only enjoyable but also fun, which annoys the young people who are mistaken by Dongfeng.

Lu Guimeng

Station in Guangwen Nanyang, Huaimaoshan, which attacked the south of the Yangtze River in the United States, has already transported the fire of Yin and Yang, and Bi Jian must carve the second immortal. I miss Lei Ping's spring scenery, and Wuzhi Yanjia sleeps again. Good often should not move the text, and the golden bowl is also drunk from acid. Gui Fu's old songs fly crimson snow, Tong Sun Xinyun leans on the mysterious cloud

Xi Qian Ying

Feng Yansi

misty, windy, willow with sparse smoke. The south garden is full of light wadding, and the grass is sleeping under the wall. Yan Chu flies, the warbler is old, and the spring breeze grows well. Meet hand in hand and sing, life is geometric.

Zhu Yingtai is near

Liu Yingli

surging waves, gentle and graceful songs, and the clouds and the sun are slightly swaying. The screen was once empty, and the crane went to geometry. The grass in the cave is green, the rock flowers are heavy and blue, and the swimming place is exposed to the wind. Mulan long. Outside the pavilion, the sun sets in Ran Ran, and the cup line is still broken.

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