In Ru Yan's long letter home, both of them brushed tobacco. Oil-walled truck light calf fertilizer,
Fringe account early spring chicken. The charming bird in the cage is still warm and sleeping, and the fallen flowers outside the curtain have not been swept.
A rotten peach tree approached the pool, as if cherishing the beautiful scenery in the mirror.
Volume 577 _2 Hunting and Riding Ci Wen Tingjun
Say goodbye to the temple early and hold a banquet in southern Hunan at night. The fragrant rabbit holds a little smoke, and the scales are light.
The silkworm hunger makes the king horse, and the goose avoids the general arrow. Treasure column precious little string, flow to the pool county.
Cut your hair and dance on your temples, change your sleeves and go back to your singing face. Late willows are not like silk, and spring flowers are like graupel.
Hometown songs are not as good as brothel banquets.
Volume 577_3 Western Zhou Ci (Wu Sheng) Wen Tingyun
I was idle and went to Xizhou yesterday. The scenery in Xizhou is good, and you can see Wuchang Building from a distance.
Wuchang He, the Nong family will be unparalleled. The little woman is yellow, so she goes upstairs to caress Yaose.
Zhu Xianfu is light, and his hands are straight and sad. One hand, three or four solutions, suppression is like family.
Looking up from the South Tower, the Xijiang River is wide and flat. The ship shook two oars and rushed through the stone city.
In front of the ebony tree, a tragic day will come. ? I flew back, and Lang took the early boat.
Talk to your partner later and be grateful. Remove the sail to make it uneasy to neutralize the west wind.
Look for it tomorrow, don't be a guest in the west. People in Xizhou don't return, and spring grass is green every year.
Volume 577 _4 Burning the Tingjun in Wen Song
Get up to see Nanshan, which burns Shan Ye. The reddish dusk went out and the short flame was reconnected.
The difference rocks of Lingqing wall in Ran Ran. Low with the return air, as far as the eaves are red.
Neighbors can talk, but want to die. Say Chu is more vulgar, burn her for Zaotian.
Bean seedlings and insects promote it, and flowers on the fence make a house. Abandon the stack and return to the column, and the square chicken pecks the millet.
The spring rain is fine in the New Year, and immortals are everywhere. People with money are divining and knocking on the tile forest.
Bud divined on the mountain and returned to jujube. Blow the fire to the cogongrass, and the waist sickle reflects the vine.
Wind drives mistletoe smoke, and mistletoe trees connect Pingshan. Stars fell from the sky and flying embers fell on the steps.
Groaning and sneering on her back, mother crow cursed the rich age. Who knows, lush, official tax.
Volume 577 _5 Chang'an Temple Wen Tingjun
Chang' an was very angry when he wrote about the dew palace with kindness. The smoke tree contains onions, and the golden brake reflects zv velvet.
Embroidered home incense burns like an elephant, and the beads are clean and jade dragon. The treasure topic is oblique, and the courtyard is hibiscus.
The long streamer blew into the distance, and there was no one outside the window, and the breeze brushed my face. Riding a green lock, the bird will miss the clock.
Clouds carry heavy feathers. The guests of the Lotus Club are indifferent to each other.
Volume 577_43 and Shen's concept of recruiting friends and Wen Tingyun's life in Furong Pool
Guidong sits in Qingming Xiao, and the seven laws have the upper hand. The smell of Chuzexiang is suitable for autumn wind.
Then from Pinker, quietly whistling tobacco Mae. Reflection to echo, red and charming.
The stems in Hunan are fresh and astringent for a long time, and the rain increases. I am a river and a sea, and I dream of swimming.
Water cloud leaves in Zhu Bei and cigarettes in Nantang. Do you know that Taixufang is only related to the death of gulls?
The beads that fell on the fish were so shallow that the shadow was too late. Falling into the hands of the British is unattainable and vague and clear.
Volume 577 _44 and Wen Tingjun
If you are sincere enough to ignore it, you are arrogant. I'm afraid I haven't finished, so I'm afraid I'm carefree.
The city is bustling and the cars and horses are noisy. I respect myself as a guest, but I have no intention of being a prince.
It is not shameless to know that you have a noble title. If you don't have the spirit of the sea, you can take the pot pulp with you.
Only the silk of Nanshan poplar is suitable for my pine chrysanthemum fragrance. Peng Yi's sincerity no longer exists. Who is Ling Fengxiang?
Volume 577 _ 45 577 _ 45 is over 45 years old. Have you moved some books of Sibindeland to the court? I am here to send my love to Wen.
The special purpose of appreciating this book is not my feeling. I often have shallow currents, and foreign things are not heavy.
Every word is deep and beautiful. Is it for viewers to protect themselves from becoming orphans?
There are no red plants in different places, and the beautiful soil is also prosperous. Close to the forest, close to the valley, clear smoke.
Huai Yu is boring and boring. If you don't believe me, it's not surprising to be humiliated.
I dare to hide my virginity without a trace, but I still choose my name when I am excited. The secluded bushes are green, so you must go back to farming.
Volume 577 _46 Autumn Wen Tingjun
The chill becomes faint, and the gods are all over the original. The smoke is long, and the stone stream is still clear.
Dogs bark in the mountains and waterfowl stand in the wild. Chrysanthemums are bright and charming, and jujube leaves are as light as wet.
Naturally, I think of the forest ridge, and the car dust is tired of the city. What did Zhang rewelding do? How can I regret it?
Autumn grass can be borrowed, and quiet spring is worthy of attention. Shepherds are singing outside and picking fruits in the rain.
After that, I had nothing to do, nothing to do, and I suddenly lost my freedom. Birds crow in the field, dragons and snakes sting.
I miss my relatives twice during the festive season, but my good friends hinder my travel. It was lonely when the plane sank, and you were breathing all the time.
Throw away a little fatigue and let go of a little ambition. I'll take good care of it when it's good.
Volume 577 Tanabata _47 Wen Tingjun
The sound of the machine stops the golden shuttle, and the lotus swings into the pool wave. Shen,,,
The phoenix is low, the cicada is thin and the moth is sad. Ling Tianhe shimmers, birds swallow cranes.
There was nothing to do when crossing the bridge, and it was cloudy. Plain flowers and trees have the meaning of autumn,
There are many cobwebs in the exposed color board.
Volume 577 _48 Reward friends Wen Tingjun
Resignation is also dull, and tiredness is not a heart. I'd rather think about the gold, and I'll lie alone in the smoky forest.
Idle clouds have no fixed phase, and good trees have shadows. Sitting for a long time can catch the reeds deep.
Fish swim alone, but birds swim alone. Only you are clear at night, an annoyance.
Volume 577 _49 View Maiko Wen Tingjun
The new moon sounds sad, and Yao steps on the incense dust. I feel disgusted when I always wear sleeves, but I feel guilty when I listen.
Curled up against the wind, spring blossoms. The string of Zhu is tight, and the tree of Joan is charming.
Volume 577 _50 Variations (Qi Liang)
The crescent moon welcomes the autumn, and the carved geese come early. On the county hidden Huang Yun, Tianshan blowing white grass.
The horse is sad and cold, and the morning sun shines on the frost castle. Jiangnan is a guest, and the lotus outside the door is old.
Volume 577_5 1 Wen, an even topic in Seibu.
Shake the willow and the oriole crow, and the grass is ruthless and fascinating. The sun is shining and the golden carp is dying.
Stewed chicken with apricot flowers. Pale red Netizia peak powder, white celery buds wear mud.
Excuse me, what happened to Han Wei? I went to Wuling Creek last year.
Volume 577 _52 Hu Jinwen Tingjun
Green grass and golden tiger, moss and stone forest. White teeth smell like dust, and the waist is thin.
Leaning on the red lead is wet and fragrant. Who said he would serve the mausoleum and care for towels?
Volume 577 _53 Chivalrous Man (Qi Liang Style Works)
If you want to go out of Hongdumen, clouds will cover the city. The sword is dark as water, reddish and wet with blood.
The white horse is frightened at night, and the snow hits Baling in the middle of the night.
Volume 577 _54 Yong Xiao Wen Tingjun
Insects rest on the screen window, crows disperse the cold. A little surprised to Pei, I still handed the residue.
The beads are condensed with candles and tears, and the dew is reddish. The clothes were restored to the temple, and the rest were wet. Brush Lan Zhi.
Volume 577 _55 Furong Wentingjun
The stems are green and the flowers are uneven red. The autumn water in Wu Ge is cold, and the night in Xiangmiao is cloudy.
In the fragrant dew, in the beautiful mirror. The South Building hasn't returned guests yet, and it's another night to practice Dong Tang.
Volume 577_56 Song Saibei in Chile
Chile's gold fj wall, Yinshan no age. Outside the tent, it was snowing, and the moonlight shone on the sand in front of the camp.
Qiang played Yu Di, and Hu Ji stepped on brocade flowers. However, laughing at Jiangnan guests, Mei did not return.
Volume 577_57 Handan Guo Gong Temple Wen Tingjun
The shining armor is sad, and the jade seat is dusty. It is said that she is a prostitute in Handan, but she can't be seen in Yecheng.
Moss actually buries bones, and red powder hurts the body. Only Zhanghe Willow, also to Laoyingchun.
Volume 577 _58 Gu Tingjun
DOG takes back DOG, and Alice leaves the valley. Pine has no axe, but fiber stems have to rely on it.
The branches are low and the birds rest, but the roots are still hanging in the spring. Don't worry about seeing the Spring Festival Gala, gas injury leads to physical discomfort.
Volume 577 _59 Qi Gong Wen Tingjun
White horse mixed with gold ornaments, the word carving comes back. Pink fragrance with laughter, sideburns with sorrow.
The far water is as oblique as scissors, and the green sand is as green as scissors. Hate Zhang Huari, Ran Ran inferior.
Volume 577_60 Spring Day (Works of Qi Liangti)
Lu' an apricot blossoms are sparse, and Meiliang Ruyan. The beauty smiled in the mirror and the horse flew home.
The shadow of the Chu Palace is thin, and the heart of Taicheng is appreciated. I have never hated thousands of miles, and my fate is full of clothes.
Volume 577_6 1 Wing Chun praises literature and listens to clouds
Looking at the early plum blossoms in a leisurely way, who will plant the flower shadows for? Smoke falls with the blade, and cicadas feel spring.
On behalf of the county, Beijing-Tianjin Music and Brahman Sad Mirror Platform. Hosta wind is uncertain, fragrant steps wander alone.
Volume 577_62 Chen Gong ci Wen Tingjun
When the cock crows and the grass plants, the palace flowers are fragrant. Prostitutes talk softly, but Ma Si's golden face is oblique.
The early warbler followed the colorful battle, frightened and avoided coagulation. It's windy outside, and the red wheels reflect the dawn.
Volume 577 _63 Chun Ye Wen Tingjun
Riding a horse and stepping on the smoky sand, why is youth angry? Butterflies have all their feathers, and crows have many sunsets on their backs.
Ada deceives the fragrant belt, and the mountains worry about the green moths. Nowhere to say goodbye, the square inch is the milky way.
Volume 577 _64 Yong Play (Qi Liang)
Hairy feathers gather in sorrow and Cui, while Dai Jiao gathers in spring and light. I hate tears, but I think of people in low spirits.
The dream on the pillow follows the moon, and the fan bends around the dust. Jade hook can't bear it, and the waves are shallow.
Volume 577_65 is a Chinese book, and Pei Gong takes two words, Wen Tingyun.
Wang Jian is the prime minister of Xiao He. Danyang Buyi nationality, Julian Baishi.
The center of gravity is Yanshan dusk, and the monument sinks into Hanshui Spring. From then on, you will be drunk and full, without pollution.
The demon star fell under the arrow and the murderous look returned to the front of the wind. Guo Xiang ordered Xun to go, and Duke Lou came.
The jade seal is safe, but gold can't be opened. Empty sword fairy road, fragrant grass full of Yantai.
Volume 577_66 Tang Zhuang guest Prince Wan lyrics two Wen Tingjun
Break the drum, bid farewell to the palace, and sorrow will drop. Out of the clouds, the light goes out before the fire.
Yeke looked at the Qinyuan Garden, and the palace was still under the cold pavilion. Yiyi Mausoleum is tree-colored, empty and green.
The east mansion is empty, and the west garden sends dreams. When the phoenix night hangs and the wind blows, when the chicken greets.
Everyone hates the dust, and the frost is sad. Only the rest is buried underground, and the tobacco is close to Dan.
Volume 577_67 Secretary Liu Shangshu pulls two lyrics Wen Tingjun
Wang Bihuo is married and Xie is Furong. Learn to feast and talk about Hong Zhong.
See the flying owl in the pink department and guess Wolong in Yushan. The legacy is beautiful and clear, and the third one is Jiuyuan pine.
The bird's tail is close to jade, and the crane's hair blows silk. Bad Ling Yin Hao Qiu, spring villa Xie Anqi.
Your son is in Jingkou and your daughter is in Xiangyang. Fold flowers and step on the moon, sing willow waves.
Volume 577_68 Two Poems by Prince Xichi (One is Qi Liang Style)
Pear blossoms are snowing, and warblers are like silk. Lazy makeup becomes dawn, and dreams melt in the evening of spring.
The temples are all faint shadows, and the eyebrows are very shallow. Don't trust Zhang Gongzi, it's intermittent and dark outside the window.
Flowers are red, blue and purple stems, and grass is rainy and sunny. Willow occupies three spring scenery, while warbler steals a hundred birds.
The days are too heavy, but the wind is warm and the clothes are light. At dusk, the fragrant dust rises and the poplar falls for lighting.
Volume 577_69 Xiling Taoist tea Wen Song listen to you.
The mammary sinus splashed through the stone veins, and the green dust worried about the color of the grass. The flowers in the stream are fragrant as soon as they enter the well water.
The mountains and the moon are full of people, and the shadows are straight. Fairy Weng Fan frost bird feathers, blowing altar night reading Huang Tingjing.
Sparse fragrance and white teeth have a lingering taste, which makes crane heart understand.
Volume 577 _70 Crossing Xibao Saibei Wentingyun
The shallow grass is wide and the river is wide, and the thorns are high. White horse rhinoceros dagger, black gold sabre.
The frost is as clear as a rabbit's eye, and the wind blows and carves hair. Once you use it, you will cry in your robe at dusk.