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Hanging out, painting silver candles every night. Who has seen Wuyun Danzao, raising yellow buds for the first time?
The spring breeze gives birth to the purple emperor, and the East China Sea feasts in Yanggu. After entering the peach blossom, I gave Yuchen a thousand welcome.
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The wild goose didn't return, and the treasure was broken. That's even more frozen, as if human feelings are thin.
This is a lonely city in dark rain. I am at the corner of Chushan Mountain. I'm tired of asking Bo for information, but I'm afraid it's still empty.
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From Bigang, take a boat, and in the evening, stop at Sanhuazhou to prepare for the night. The color of the Baiping River on both sides of the river makes the boats seem to be stained with a layer of green.
When there is a place to see, it is home, and Lingqiu is full at four o'clock. After waiting all night, the next day was a smooth flow and random drifting, whether in the south or north of the Yangtze River.
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One more cape, how many slanting days. Drive away the sandman 100 thousand and the pale wall of Ssangyong.
Young people don't laugh at the decline of old people, and it seems to taste the same. Insist on going deep into the frozen clouds and exploring the news of Messi.
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The wind and frost exposed the cold, and the night banquet was held at Yuhua Palace. Kiss the purple emperor's incense table and watch the golden branch Chiba.
Fairy dew green pot has begun to take shape, and its fragrance is the second best. After getting drunk, I rode Feng Dan and watched the spring scenery in Penglai.
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Swing sleeves to Xifeng, no feet. Under the crutches, facing the whale sea, the smoke sails are vivid.
It is dusk to watch the clouds dance. Thank you for your kindness to stay.
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Find a predestined relationship, and pay the jade pot elixir. Who knew that the solitary crane in Liaotian came from the depths of urban dust?
In the middle of the month, I played the flute to Baling, and the flowers went to the previous appointment. What is the limit of retro? Sighing mountains and rivers is like yesterday.
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Ping Dan went out of Qin Guan to drive two deer out of the snow. I want to ask you to have a safe trip and enjoy the bamboo planting in Iraq.
The spring grass was green several times, and the Han Palace was robbed of ashes. Look at the change, the situation is shared with honor and disgrace.
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On the lotus peak in autumn, Gao Nie leans against the sky and blue wall. Who is Fang Weng's companion? There is the Temple of Heaven.
Bright, red dragonfly, dark thunderstorm. Laughter makes them rich, and laughter makes them Zen.
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I have been thinking hard about going home, and I am as anxious as a cocoon. In the dream, the lake is misty and rainy, and the mountains are not heavy.
Before respect, I lost the madness of my youth, and I accidentally sent away the spring talk. Flowers swallow home, sighing for years.
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China watches have a history of 1000 years. Who remembers driving a lonely crane? Looking back, mountains and rivers are cities.
The world is full of chariots and horses, and the dust is everywhere. And visit Gexiandan well to see the stone flowers fall.
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Swing your sleeves and fly over the cliff. There are white clouds in the ancient elixir furnace.
My heart is like a pool of calm water, sitting for thousands of breaths. In the middle of the night, I was surprised to see whale waves and the sun.
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Happy return to the East at the end of the year, sweeping away the history of the city. Pick out the chaotic mountain ring and grab a pond.
Sell fish and get drunk, but pay for the flute. Home is thousands of clouds away, but Sha Ou knows each other.
(2) The following are Su Shi's poems.
Gui chaohuan
"I dreamed that the boat would float and shake. Snow waves across the river, thousands of hectares of white. I feel that my eyes are full of Lushan Mountain, and countless blue walls are opened by relying on heaven. " The furious yemeng. However, the poem goes back to the cloud: "When will the boat shake? It is wrong to look at Lushan Mountain. "
I dreamed that the boat was floating and shaking. Snow waves shake thousands of hectares of white. I feel that Lushan Mountain is full of eyes and countless green walls are opened depending on the sky. This growth followed. You and I are Jiangnan guests. Swimming in a dream, feeling clear and rewarding, is the same as flying shuttle.
The west wind will still hang tomorrow. Sing my new words in tears. Ghosts and gods are gone, Shan Ye is empty, and Fengyang Lan Zhi has no color. You are a dream. Wuling is in the southwest pole. Zhuzhici, if you don't shake new songs, who means to separate the past from the present?
He Xinlang (summer scene)
Smoke and dancing. No one is quiet. When it turns cloudy to noon, the new bath is cool at night. Hand-made white round fan, fan like jade for a while. I'm getting sleepy, lonely and awake. Who will push the embroidery worker out of the curtain? It's a waste to teach people and dreams to break the music of Yao and Tai. The wind is beating on the bamboo again.
Pomegranate half spit red scarf Cu. I will be alone with you when the flowers bloom and the waves fall. Looking closely at a beautiful branch, my heart is as heavy as a burden. Afraid of being caught, autumn wind is green. Stay here, you can't bear to touch it after drinking and drinking. * * * pink tears, two rustling.
Yongyule
. Dreams are in a different state. I went to Haizhou on 1 1 month 15, and met the magistrate in Shu Jing building, so I wrote this letter to Juyuan.
I often recall that when we parted, sitting on the scenic upstairs, Na Yue was as light as water. Drinking wine and singing, but friends are hard to stay, only the moonlight will accompany you thousands of miles away. If you don't come back three times, you will be lonely and full, and whoever is drunk will be cold. Rolling bead curtain, sad to look at the shadow, * * * I have no sleep.
At present, there are guests from Huai, who can tell you the profound meaning. Your lovesickness thunder flows into the clear Huaihe River and into the sea. Where is it now? The western wall is forbidden, and the night is always exposed. This, cloister Xiao Yue should also know by heart.
Eternal joy (spending the night in the swallow house, dreaming, because of this word. )
The bright moon is like frost, the wind is like water, and the scenery is infinite. Jumping fish in a curved harbor, the lotus leaves the dew, and the loneliness is unknown. Like three drums, one leaf is loud, and the dark dream cloud is broken. The night is boundless, and I can't find a place. I feel that I have traveled all over the small garden.
Tired of tourists from the ends of the earth, I returned to my home in the mountains and looked at my hometown. The swallow house is empty, where there is beauty, the swallow in the empty lock house. Ancient and modern dreams, but there are old joys and new grievances. At different times, the night view of the Huang family is a sigh of Yu Hao.
③ Ouyang Xiuzuo below.
Endless desire
Pinman creek. Willow around the embankment. See the people off to the west. When the moon is low, it is low.
Smoke is raining. The wind is sad. By Zhumen, listen to Ma Si. Cold gulls fly relatively.
Endless desire
Flowers like Iraq. Liu Siyi. Flowers and willows leave young people. Bow your head and cry.
East of the Yangtze River. The Yangtze River. Yuanyang flies on both sides of the strait. When shall we meet?
Endless desire
Deep flowering branches. Shallow flowering branches. When dark flowers and branches merge. Flowers are not like Iraq.
Jade is like muscle. Liu Rumei. I like the yellow witch hazel. Who knows how to make up better?
Jasmine music
The tulle shirt turns at the beginning of the waist. Walk gently, Luo Xiao. People love to prick their eyes in front of others. Sweat rouge wax.
A good night, everlasting, a quiet period of happiness. About the weight meeting, jade fiber frequency insertion. Returning hand in hand is still a moment's stay.
Queqiaoxian
The moon is clear, the smoke is light, and the old days of Ling Han are still here. Queyingqiao Road connects Tianjin, with scattered banks and elm trees.
The cloud curtain has not been rolled up, and the fairy phoenix urges the dawn. Last year, it was heartbroken. It is easy to be afraid and happy if you don't teach the patriarch according to God's will.