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Le You Yuan①
Li Shangyin
Toward the evening, I was not feeling well②
Driving up to the ancient plains.
The setting sun is infinitely good,
but it is nearly dusk.
Respondent: as75788404 - Assistant Grade 2 12-23 18:16
Ancient Poetry
Spring Grievance
Sunset from the window of the veil is dusk, the golden house no one sees the tear marks.
The lonely empty court wants to be late in spring, the pear blossom is full of flowers and does not open the door.
From the army
The hundred-foot building in the west of Beacon City, sitting alone in the sea breeze at dusk.
Blowing the Qiang flute to the moon over the mountains, I have no more worries about the Golden Hut.
One of the Two Gifts
There is a desire to rest in the dusk upstairs, and the moon is like a hook across the jade stairs.
The banana does not show the lilac knot, the same to the spring wind each sad.
Le You Yuan
To the evening of the intention of discomfort, drive to the ancient plains;
Sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk.
Small Plum in the Mountain Garden
The fragrance of all the flowers falls alone, occupying all the flavors to the small garden.
Shadowed water is clear and shallow, dark fragrance floating moon dusk.
The first thing you need to do is to take a look at the birds, and the butterflies, if you know what they are doing, will break your spirit.
Fortunately, there are a few songs that we can be intimate with each other, so we don't have to sandalwood boards **** golden bottles.
Bu Suan Zi
By the broken bridge outside the post, there is no master in loneliness.
It's already dusk and I'm alone with my sorrows, and the wind and the rain are even worse.
It is not my intention to fight for spring, but to let all the flowers be jealous of me.
They have been in the same place for a long time, but they have been in the same place for a long time, and they have been in the same place for a long time.
The Butterfly Lovers
The poplars outside the building are ten million strands,
They want to tie up the youth, and the lesser live in the spring is still going.
Willow flakes are still floating in front of the wind,
With the spring and see where it goes.
Green mountains and rivers are full of Duyu,
It's a pity that they don't have any feelings, and I'm not worried about them.
Sending the wine to the spring without saying a word,
but it is raining at dusk.