Narcissism is my most beautiful temperament/I'm a little cold/most people think so.
The book by my pillow/turned my head when I slept.
Only the heartbeat in the dream makes people dizzy.
You need a quiet corner to store yourself.
I cried in pain for a whole year last year/unexpectedly opened the skylight this fall.
I like affectionate singers/love maple red, and taste the anti-season taste.
There are enough fireworks/plans. When it snows in winter,
Let the wasted days warm and burn.
Those broken sentences that have been read or not/next spring
Draw a perfect picture first.
Zhu Xie You Zhai Linping Jiang Chengzi has a dream in a curtain.
-dream bamboo rhyme
Yu He Coco
The sky is high and the clouds are light, the geese fly high and the flowers wither. Cold flute.
On both sides of the river, the water is swaying.
Twilight is crisp in autumn, the fields are quiet and the leaves are fluttering.
Looking back on the old days, life was abandoned lightly. Half the hard work. Half free.
A quiet dream is better than boredom.
After watching the world of mortals, Hua Xu stayed away from the noise.
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Zhu Meng
At present, the autumn is crisp, depending on the fishing salary. Smile banana.
Ups and downs, leisurely, soft, noisy.
It's easy to be short when the moon is full, and it's boring when you wake up.
Who will you invest your life's strength in? A bitterly cold night. Waist-thin.
I still want to bend my bow and shoot the cloud carving with my hands.
After I met Sansheng III, I didn't see you, so I cut the incense knife.
Jiang's "Late Autumn" picture scroll is completed.
Yuan Sheng Bang (Zilin)
Ask the truth of life. It's easy to win or lose Keep it bright.
Flowers bloom and fall, and the running water is ruthless.
How to read the past and present, hoe the moonlight and plow the fields with white clouds.
Du Jiang Heron Alliance. Smiling. Say hello happily.
I am used to the vicissitudes of life, and the strokes are ok.
There are endless books in late autumn, and the snow is falling and the sun is setting.
Jiangchengzi's amendment right
Yuan Sheng Bang (Zilin)
The red sun is charming. The road is long and the water is surging in Xiu Yuan.
The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the birds sing merrily.
How many romantic figures go, this ancient dream, waves at large.
The boating age is fashionable. Raise the standard. Sing.
Sail and break the waves, and the red leaves burn the distant mountains.
Herringbone geese come and go north and south, playing and laughing, and the moon is curved.
Jiangchengzi streamer painting is completed.
hope
Passion is soaring. Conceited incense knife.
I can't stand the name, but my heart is toward the bright moon.
What are you afraid of if you are open-minded? The road ahead is full of rain.
Time can easily throw people away. Above the heart. Lead the way.
Don't ask about prosperity, where to make trouble.
How many heroes have fought for morality, through the ages, look at the present.
Jiangchengzi jinqiu drink
Teacher Yi Yun Zhu Meng.
creek
Golden Autumn Range Rover climbs the peak again. The blue sky is far away. White clouds are floating.
Maple leaves dye the forest, and they are enchanting from a distance.
The river under the eyes seems to be in a retreat, seagulls and herons are around, and the boat is shaking.
Today, the painting screen will be drunk. Accompanied by fragrant mash. Play the piano and play the flute.
Poetry and wine, dipped in ink.
The beautiful scenery of Shuixiu Mountain, neon dancing, is another spring tide.
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Rinse rainwater
It rains intermittently, wasting time. Play with bananas.
Awaken leisure troubles, another kind of noise.
Know that I am wandering, know that I am old, and make a chat from the wild.
Spring mountain is not a dream cloud. Slim your waist at night.
The hard thing is to stay for a long time, and the years have not yet been engraved.
Muddle the fanatics, the wind will die, so let the frost knife.
Jiangchengzi Qiu Si
Teacher Yi Yun Zhu Meng.
Little Red
Cross the river bridge in the refreshing wind. The surging tide washed away the water.
White clouds are blossoming and rolling freely.
I like to see the maple tree in front of me drunk, yellow leaves and high blue sky.
The mood is quiet and noisy. Look at the fish and firewood. Invite the moon.
Painting, poetry and everyday fun.
Autumn goes and spring comes, and flowers bloom and fall. Look at this.
Jiangchengzi Qiu Si
Teacher Yi Yun Zhu Meng.
Zijin guangying
Qiu Feng green coat for red robe. That waist is nice and slim.
Love is like a valley, neither arrogant nor impetuous.
Even if the wind is biting, I am never afraid. I am more noble.
Look at the bustling scene. You should throw it away, but you can't escape.
No tenderness, but from the heart.
How many people's tears, deep or shallow, raised their eyebrows.
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—— Mr. Buyun Zhu Meng
Sumi
Living alone in a deep courtyard dreams of flying high and envies fishing firewood. Lean against bananas
Looking at the world of mortals, where to avoid noise.
I only know that Shu Tong often hangs on the moon, how many things, and who to chat with.
Leisure may be easily discarded. Count the nights. Touch your waist.
Time flies like an arrow, and every time I lose the carving of love.
Sorrow, like running water flowing eastward, is endless, so how can you wield a knife?
Jiangyao
return of the prodigal son
Count the geese flying high in the sky. Take a long flute and ask a fisherman.
Drinking cold and thin banana hidden window lamp.
Reed flowers on the far shore are turning over the snow waves, holding spring brew and talking freely.
Time is easy to throw away the world, show a horizontal knife and recall coquettish memories.
Ben Ma pulls the bow and shoots the Skyhawk from the Great Wall.
Chasing the strong sun on the grass, I feel heroic and happy.
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-Meng Zhu Jun Zhao Yun
Ruoyu
Sanqiu scenery geese fly high. Accompany the fishing fire and leave the banana.
Fallen leaves and cold dust, where to listen to noise.
At dusk, the clouds are floating on the island, the waves are rising and the moon is stuffy.
When did you throw it today instead of yesterday? Staying up late hurts my waist.
At midnight, there is only one dream.
I would like to die by boat and pay for the past.
Jiangchengzi Qiuniang
-step dream bamboo rhyme
Uncle Bei
The height of the moon wheel outside the empty boudoir wall. According to firewood. Dark red bananas.
Under the moon, the screen door is hidden deep.
I still remember saying goodbye to you from now on. I'm in love, too. What are we talking about?
Teach long sleeves and dance well. Drunk at night. Dance a slim waist.
After years of hard work, the temples of the green silk are gradually frosted.
The west wind blows all over the courtyard and is regarded as a heartbroken knife.
Jiangchengzi Qiu Si
Fenglinye
Thick autumn is high, cool fishing salary, roll banana.
Thin shadows compete for fragrance, and high curative value makes up some flower tips.
Where to send the inscription of red leaves adds sadness and always feels boring.
Who are you living for? A bitterly cold night. Carefully scrutinize.
Overlooking Dongli, white, purple, green and red robes.
I'm glad to see Jiao Rong and Qu Zou, but I'm not happy enough to enjoy myself.
Jiang Cheng Zi Le Xiaoyao
-Yi Yun Yu He Lu Yi
Fragments of dreams
Wild geese and flowers are everywhere on the vast land. It is drizzling.
The ends of the earth, mountains and rivers are far away.
The clouds are light and the wind is light, the autumn wind is tight and the leaves are fluttering.
Looking back suddenly, I always throw it lightly. Comfort hard. Happy.
Life is too short to be content.
If you see through many things in the world, you will die, such as flying knives.
Jiangchengzi Xu Qiu
Breeze and drizzle
The twilight clouds are falling and the moon is climbing high, and the shadows are light in dreams.
The leaves are dim and chrysanthemums are in full bloom outside the fence.
Find empty tea by quiet and cook slowly, think about exile and weigh it.
Play the bagpipes in ancient tune again, arouse the emotion and show the eyebrows.
Wandering warmly, a poem and ballad about mountains and rivers.
Solidification time precipitation rhyme, with gulls and herons, about fishing firewood
Jiangchengzi is homesick.
Fengqing (Fuzhou)
The curtain clouds are low and the autumn clouds are high, and the chrysanthemums are upturned. Gui Xiang gone with the wind.
Homesick wanderers are always anxious.
Looking at the Cangjiang River, the smoke is old, the mountains are heavy and the water is far away.
Who does the willow wave to? Chu Gao Jiang. Light volume, light waves.
This scene, this scene, is explosive.
The drizzle is windy and lonely, the boat has gone, and there is no Artemisia.
Jiangchengzi homesickness
veteran
Yanshan lingers in late autumn, wanting to go upstairs, but afraid to go upstairs.
The leaves are colorful, and the geese will stay for a long time.
Forty years is just feelings, muddy as a dream, and dreams are hard to accept.
Bored alone, swimming at the head of the river, water flowing empty, less return to the boat.
Who invites guests to visit at dusk in town?
It should snow in my hometown tonight. I'll sell wine and drink homesickness first.
Jiangchengzi dry ball
great sage
The west wind withered several leaves. Ren Xiaoxiao. Self-floating
Jasper once lost her pride in England.
Outside the fence, chrysanthemums are covered with golden armor, and fairies are whispering. Lonely and noble.
A cup of tea is far away. Idle and sparse. A surge of emotion surged.
It's easy to die, but it's inevitable to escape to spring.
Since ancient times, life has been full of regrets, with green hills in and heaven remains our neighbourhood.
Jiangchengzi Qiu Si
And Yu He Lu Yi.
Dong jiulin
The red leaves are enchanting in front of the window, and the north wind is pouring down. Gorgeous as a tide.
Wild geese fly south, lonely and depressed.
Another year has passed, how many things. Anger is hard to dissipate.
Herbal tea can easily flatten the bridge, re-brew and savor it.
Time flies, and there is nothing left in China.
I'm going to sail a thousand miles and die from now on.
Night Rain on Shushan Mountain in Jiangchengzi
Cat and Dog Poet
The rain in Shushan never stopped last night, so I just lay down and listened. Can't sleep well.
Tossing and turning, waiting for dawn.
Look at the lingering rain clouds outside the window for a long time, if you are interested. Whatever you want.
Suddenly I heard birds singing outside the window, and I was bitter and affectionate. Listen to who?
If I don't mind, I am willing to be a bosom friend.
Flying wings to the forest, the peak of Shu is green. The mountains are bright.