Author: Du Xunhe grew up in the grass, but now he is gradually aware of Artemisia scoparia. Those who did not recognize the trees that could soar into the sky, until it entered into the sky, and people said it was high. Du Xunhe
Partridge Zheng Gu's warm play is full of smoke and weeds, and the product flow should be close to pheasant. When the sky is cloudy and rain dripping, from lake ANIL KUMAR BACHOO, the grass on the southeast lake of Dongting lake passes through; The petals of the Huangling temple fell, and the sound of the partridge was heard. When a wanderer smells that his sleeves are wet, a good person sings a low eyebrow. The Xiangjiang River is wide, and the bitter bamboo bush is deep and westward.
Rong Yu ● Move to the pavilion on the lake
It is better to be a pavilion on the lake in the spring breeze, and the wicker vines are divorced.
Oriole has lived in Hun for a long time, and he wants to stop crying four or five times.
Goat ① Tongguan ② Nostalgia for the ancient (Yuan) Zhang Yanghao, where the mountains and peaks are like gathering, the waves are like anger, and the mountains and rivers are inside and outside ③ Tongguan Road. Looking at the western capital ④ means hesitating (chú)⑤. Sad Qin and Han dynasties, places of passage ⑥, palaces ⑥, ten thousand rooms were made of earth. Xing, the people suffer; Death makes the people suffer.
Bai Pu's "Clear Sand and Autumn"
Sunset in the lonely village,
Western jackdaw, an old tree with light smoke,
a little flying under the shadow.
green mountains and green waters,
white grass, red leaves and yellow flowers.
Feng Yansi's Magpie Treading
Whoever throws leisure for a long time, every spring comes, his melancholy remains the same. In the old days, I was often ill with wine before flowers, but I dare to say that my face is thin in the mirror. Willow on the green-and-black embankment by the river, why do you worry about new things every year? The wind in the small independent building is full of sleeves. After the people of Pinglin Crescent return, the wind blows at first in Jinmen Feng Yansi, blowing a pool of spring water. Wandering in the fragrant path of Yuanyang, stroking the red apricot core with your hand.
The fighting duck is lonely and lonely, and the jade scratches its head and falls obliquely. I can't see Jun Jun all day long, but I look up and smell the magpie's joy.
Song Zhu Dunru
I'm a landscape lang in Qingdu, and
Heaven teaches me to be lazy and lazy. ⑤
I once awarded the wind to Lu Zhi, and ⑤
I repeatedly played the chapter "Leave the clouds to borrow the moon". ⑥
There are thousands of poems,
There are thousands of wines, and ⑥
How many times have you looked at the marquis?
The Golden Que in the Jade Tower has gone home carelessly, and ⑧
The plum blossom is drunk in Luoyang
Zhu Dunru
Things are as short as a spring dream, and human feelings are as thin as autumn clouds. Don't worry about hard work, everything has a life. Fortunately, three glasses of wine make a new flower. Laughter and blind date at one time, but the rain or shine tomorrow is uncertain.
Lin Jiangxian
The balcony was locked after a dream
The curtain hung low after waking up
Last spring, when hate came,
The fallen flower was independent
The swift flew together
I remember Xiao Ping's first sight
Two-center-of-gravity words Luo Yi
The lute string said that he was lovesick
At that time, the bright moon had taken colorful photos in
. P > The flowing water will follow the spring far away
Who will be with you in the end?
I hate Jinping Empty
I am looking for a dream in the road
I am in the rain and falling flowers
Lin Jiangxian
My eyes are full of leisure worries
Happy things are often rare
I should give you a poem next year
Count from tonight
. Meaning
A few nights' parting at the perilous string
A little frost and a red leaf dance returning home
A guest's love for today's ancient road
Qiu Meng short pavilion
Green wine to clear tears before
Yangguan Dieli parting
Shaoling poetry thinking old talent name
Yun Hong meeting place
Smoky Nine Heavenly Cities
Linjiangxian
. Green, charming, red, small, just pitiful
Mo Ruyun is easy to disperse
It must be like the moon's frequency circle
Linjiangxian
Long Aibi is dim and dry; when the autumn water of the hibiscus blooms
Blushing, dew, charming, crying
Xiayi smoked Leng Yan
Yunji curled up, fiber branches
misty rain followed the previous time
. With a towel
Wang Jian, with a bald head, still sees a poet in
learning the Tao, living in the mountains, leaving his old age empty
staying in fame for thousands of years, leaving his body behind
having a wine feast, singing and singing, not saying words frequently
competing for a place like a stranger in the south
occupying a year of spring
falling in love with a butterfly
dreaming of entering the misty waterways in the south of the Yangtze River
traveling in the south of the Yangtze River < p P > heartbroken and broken Qin Zheng column
Butterfly Lovers
Drunk and farewell to the West Building, I can't remember
Spring dreams and autumn clouds
It's really easy to get together and disperse
Half-moon window and less sleep
Painting screen, leisure exhibition, Wu Shan Cui
Wine stains on clothes, words in poems
Little lines
Always sad
. Is it that the prosperous master
hates the setting sun when the sunny days don't coincide with
and it's raining at dusk
opening the sky at dusk
no one can solve the bitter feelings
Butterfly flowers
The courtyard is covered with blue moss and red leaves
When Jin Ju opens
It's near the Double Ninth Festival banquet
The lotus leaves are withering every day < Flowers
Green grass pond is late in spring
Small leaves are charming
Shang Xuee's makeup is light
When Shuang Yan came, he was still far away
Yang Huaman, a beaded embroiderer
The frequency-shifted string of the green column is easily broken
Looking closely at Qin Zheng
It's just like human feelings are short
It's a song that makes me cry, and my mood is chaotic
The beauty is dark and the years change. The road
passes through all the waves
no fish in it
the moon is fine, the wind is sharp, and the willow is weeping
the dream soul grows at the parting
the butterfly flower
the wind is cold and the wind is dying
the powder is falling and the fragrance is red
the new wine adds to the residual wine
This spring will not reduce the hatred of the previous spring. In those days, I was drunk, blushing
dancing low in the heart of the willow building
singing at the bottom of the peach blossom fan
after parting, I remembered meeting you
I had a few soul dreams with you
I left a silver photo tonight
I was afraid to meet you in a dream
Partridge Sky < Water and air flow
every year is a struggle for flowers
in case the west wind is strong in the Ming Dynasty
Zhu Yan can't stand autumn
Partridge
Drunk spring shirt and cherish old fragrance
The sky will leave hatred and boredom
Autumn grass will grow on strangers every year
The sun will set in the building
Cloudy. The water is boundless
recruiting people to return to the road, and many people are long
lovesickness is groundless
Don't waste your tears on the stationery
Partridge in the sky
Your little father sees the jade flute before
The silver lantern is too enchanting
Who can hate
The wine has not disappeared after singing
Spring quietly? Far away at night
Blue sky * * * Chu Gong Yao
Dreams and souls are used to unrestrained inspection
Stepping over Xie Qiao
Partridge Sky
Leaning on the ten-mile balcony
Cuckoo singing in the depths of flowers
Courtesy and self-talk with pedestrians
Not like a warbler taking a second flight < When it's clear,
the sound is not as good as the return
is there no return to the end of the world
it's not possible to fight for the return date
it's a lonely day
the cuckoo cries in the azalea
things don't return at the end of the year
who is complaining about the moon and the long smoke
Meiyu. Xiao fengwei
people leaning against the building want to touch their clothes
Three-degree flowers in the old garden
Manqian Tianya is still not home
Partridge in the sky
The magpie of that day was misinformed
It is still a heartbroken fairy
Outside the bridge into a star wave in Hanzhu
People are in front of singing and dancing
. Don't spend years
Don't be too happy, but why not
Knowing that this meeting has no long-term plan
It's cool at hand, and the toad is not round
It's a partridge
It's sweet to remember Xiaolian
Who wants to pass on the resentment
Come back and lie alone at night
Meet as drunk as a fiddler in a dream. The moon is difficult to be round
only flowers and moons seem to be happy
Qin Zheng is in the mood. The news that
the sound has entered the old string
the young man in Jin 'an
went to jump on the horse in Qing Dynasty
the person in Yulou
embroidered quilt on a cold spring night
has not returned
cold. > it's better to say that humanity is
it's hard to be apart from others
it's not like meeting
it's gone when the rain falls
it's hard for running water to return to Pu
When will the resentment stop
My heart is bitter with autumn lotus
I can't bear tears but sing
Try to express my sadness
I wish to meet
. It's too cold
I want to find out about the official body in lotus language
for a few days
When will things be enough
Your appearance will not grow red
My temples are not heavy green
The pomegranate flowers are full of incense
The golden thread is full of amorous songs
And I want to be happy in my eyes
Don't sigh for time
Find out about the son <
Nanxiangzi
Lushui River is in a green tide
On the Zhulan Xiaodu Bridge
On the bridge, the daughter is smiling
enchanting
leaning on the willow tree
moonlit night and the flower dynasty
reducing the word and stealing the sound, pressing the jade flute
Liu layman looking back
Tiao. > I don't know Guanshan Road in my dream
but I have to wait for a short book to break my hatred
It should be later
or when I have a cool jade pillow
Nanxiangzi
Painting ducks to smoke incense
Embroidering flowers to show off old mandarin ducks
It's not like worrying about the same thing
Empty beds
Picking silver lanterns carefully to complain about the long leaks
. Bitao Chunshui Road
passes through the place where Xiaoying cries
The willow on the ferry is green
The branches and leaves are in love
After that, don't send the brocade book
There is no evidence for painting the building for sex
Qingpingle
My heart is bitter
I also turn to the spring breeze
See you in the east of Danxing Wall that day
See you in the green window of tryst < There is no limit to what you can do
I still hate the longing for spring.
I lie down and listen to the rain-dispelling phoenix tree.
After the rain, the moon is dim.
Where is the dream of a night?
That time in Yangyelou,
Qingpingle
Ripples are wrinkled
After the winding water is clear,
The fragrance of plum blossoms is scattered all over my sleeves.
Spring is still dark < Embroiderers
apricot flowers on the wall
green flowers outside the door
where to know when to believe in the clouds
should dream of making a trip to the king
recognize the old wanderings
hiss across the road on the east side of Huaqiao
Magnolia
I hate the late flowering at first
acacia grows in my eyes after parting < Warm
If you want to make love in the afterlife
I'm afraid the afterlife will be short
Minced magnolia
Long Yangnian Road
The place where you joined hands in those years was full of greenery
Try to catch the spring breeze
Return to the palace flowers and trees
Go around with wheatgrass
Today is not as bleak as the day before. When the column-inclined flying geese
bounce to the heartbroken, their eyebrows are low in spring
Bodhisattva Man
When they meet, they want to talk about lovesickness.
Do you believe in lovesickness?
I am afraid of lovesickness.
Shallow lovers don't know
I remember working hand in hand
The road in front of the window was full moon
When the moon came, I couldn't sleep. Rain
flying catkins is heartless
idle flowers should make people laugh
Jade Louchun
The east wind is ruthless again
The bright pink and delicate red blow all over the ground
The shade of the blue building does not cover the sorrow
It's still like last year's meaning
Who knows what happened in Guan Chun
It took tears to board everywhere
At this time, the golden lamp must be deep. > I came drunk under the flag pavilion
I knew who helped me get on the horse
I remembered that I had picked up all the five-watch lanterns
I didn't remember how many words I said
Ruan Langgui
The old incense powder was not as good as
There were several running scripts in a spring
Qiu Lai's books were more sparse
It was cold. Sleeping alone
worrying about wine
even if there is a dream soul, it will become empty
it is comparable to a dream
Ruan Langgui
The golden palm in the sky is frosty
The cloud grows with the geese
The green cup and tea sleeves take advantage of Chongyang
People are like hometown
Lan Peizi, Chrysanthemum hairpin yellow
Diligent old mad
Want to change drunkenness into sadness
Qing Ge Mo heartbroken
Ruan Langgui
Pink trace printed with jade tip fiber
Red crow in the evening
Old cold and new warmth are still in harmony
Plums are sparse and snow is added
Spring Ran Ran, I hate the weak and weary through illness
the balcony is facing the roller shutter
my whip shadow cools the toad
the brim on the front side of the building
Ruan Langgui
When I come, I make window screens on the red sun
When I go to sleep in the spring
When I go to the courtyard, I want to live in the crow
When I cover the moon
I collect the emerald feathers. The whole makeup is beautiful
the letter of youth is poor
Yusheng is still in love with peach blossoms
I haven't missed my home tonight
Huanxisha
The wine near Qiting is easy to get drunk
It takes a long time to spend
People sing and laugh, lazy makeup comb
Outdoor green Yang Chun is a horse
Red candle in front of the bed.
Fenglou strives to see the roadside situation
Six orders
Green shade and spring ending
Flying flocks around Xiangge
Coming to Cuimei Palace in the evening
Ingeniously talking about distant mountain learning
Not saying that
I have turned to the horizontal wave
Drawing a curtain to cover my turn
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