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All the poems in Xia Da’s Dream in the Garden

"A Dream in the Garden"

It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, but they are all abandoned in ruins. No matter how beautiful the scenery is in a good time, who can enjoy it in your home!

"Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix"

If there is a beauty, you will never forget it when you see it. Not seeing you for a day makes me miss you like crazy. The phoenix is ??soaring, and the phoenix is ??begging for it from all over the world. Unfortunately, the beauty is not on the east wall. Use the qin to express your words, and write your heartfelt chats. When will I see Xu Xi, I will comfort my hesitation. May your words be worthy of your virtue, and join hands to support each other. If I can't fly, I will perish.

"Jianjia"

Jianjia is green, and the white dew is frost. The so-called beauty is on the water side. If you follow it back, the road will be long and blocked. Traveling back from it, Wan is in the middle of the water. The jianjia is luxuriant, and the white dew is still shining. The so-called beauty is on the water. If you follow it back, the road will be blocked and you will be able to advance. If you travel back from it, you will feel like you are swimming in the water. The jianjia is collected, and the white dew has not stopped. The so-called beauty is in the river of water. Follow it back, but the road is blocked and to the right. If you go back and swim from it, you will be swimming in the water.

"A Jing"

Ten years of life and death are blurred, and I will never forget them without thinking about them. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet each other, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost. At night, I suddenly returned to my hometown with a deep dream. I was dressing up outside the small window. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that every year, at the place where the heart is broken, on a bright moonlit night, there is a short pine tree

"Kitty Rabbit"

The kiwi white rabbit runs here and there. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as old.

If life were just like the first time we met. Under the shadow of the colorful trees, that moment is forever