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Chapter 32 Nalan Rongruo Poetry Collection

How much hate the west wind blows 白落梅 2600Words 2018-03-16
When the crows are exhausted, who is the cause of Xiaoli's hatred?
A journey through the mountains and a journey through the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, with thousands of lamps in the middle of the night.
Weiyun touches the distant peak, cold and melting, just like my thrush at dawn.The falling flowers are like a dream, the musk smoke is faint, and the setting sun sneaks down to the west of the small building again.
If life is only as it was first seen, why is the autumn wind sadly drawing a fan.Waiting for leisure to change the old man's heart, but the old man's heart is easy to change.

Candles flickering, just about to wake up from the cold.Don't think about it, don't sleep alone.
Xiao Xiao has a few leaves and wind and rain, and it is more bitter to be away from others.The pillow counts autumn, and the toad lays its strings early.The flowers are not stopped, and the flower slaves are drumming, and the red dance is already seen after waking up.Can't bear to cover the rest of the cup, facing the wind and crying for a few lines.The spring clouds blew away the rain in the Hunan curtain, and the fluffy butterflies flew back to live.People are in the jade building, and the height of the building is surrounded by wind.Only after the flowers are separated from the rain, there is a flick of the fingers, and I am speechless.Liang Yan returned home from both sides, and her pulse was long and drooping.The crystal curtain is sad and white, and the clouds are separated by fragrance and mist.Speechless to ask about adding clothes, Tong Yinyue has gone west.Xiaohan is thin and thin in the Southwest Moon, Ding Ding misses the arrow and swallows the fragrance.Spring is already very suitable, and the east wind is right and wrong.

Drip Basho was heartbroken, and her voice reminded her of the past.Desire to sleep also exhibits old books.The small characters of mandarin ducks are still unfamiliar.
The love of spring is only as thin as the pear blossoms, and the flakes are urged to fall off.What's the matter in the setting sun? It's almost dusk. I don't know if there are still souls in the world.
The hard work is the most pity for the sky and the moon, the past is like a ring, and the past is like a jue.But it seems that the moon is finally bright and clean, and I don't care about the ice and snow.

Desolate, bleak yellow flower festival.In the dream, the sound of the anvil did not stop, and it was even more chaotic and sad.The wind servant girl and the rain on the temples are not sure.Tired leaning on Yulan to watch the moon halo, it is easy to speak low and fragrant.Only after listening to the rain at night, I feel like autumn.People don't say a word around the building, and there is no basis for worrying about dreams.
It is the potter's wheel Jinjing, which is full of red and cold flowers.When they met suddenly, it was difficult to decide what was on their minds.Who saves?Who saves?From then on, the pattern of lamps and shadows.

Tongyun Jiujuefei Qiongzi, whose side is it?On whose side are people?Is Yu Qingmian sleepless tonight?
One generation and one couple in a lifetime, fighting to teach two places of ecstasy.Lovesickness looks at each other but does not have a blind date, who is the spring for?
It's not about being obsessed with light appearance, and the cold place is better.Don't have roots and buds, it's not a rich flower in the world.
Whoever calls down the stairs in the setting sun holds the catkin.Turn your head and stand up with a smile, always speechless.
The spring is shallow, the red resentment covers the double rings.The light rain and the flowers are leisurely.Silently, the red tears will be bombed.In the recession, the fragrance sells and the dream returns.

It is difficult to remember the long strip, and Yingying has been separated from Yinwan since then, and there will be no wind and snow to destroy it.Who wants the west wind to be cool alone, the rustling yellow leaves to close the windows, meditating on the past and standing in the setting sun.The lotus leaks three candles and half a candle, and the apricot blossoms are lightly rained and wet. How about sending red beans to be boring?The phoenix bun throws away the remnants of autumn grass, and the high and wet moon is cold and silent. At that time, there was a deep alliance on Qixi Festival.Half of the setting sun went down to the small building, and the Zhulian obliquely controlled the soft golden hook.Leaning on the fence without any threads, you can't worry.

The wind catkins have turned into Ping, and the mud lotus has just lingered.Cherish the petal of the incense, and remember the previous life.
Rain at night makes autumn, just right in my heart.Teach him to cherish the wind and flow.Who is it that makes me sick?Who is more ashamed?
Dongfeng didn't let go of his worries, so he secretly showed off his Hunan skirt.Carrying a sarong alone in the night, shadowing the painting of a slender waist.
Who is a confidant?It's over.Winning misses his life, the passion always seems to be ruthless, don't ask if you are drunk or awake.

My heart is exhausted, and some monks are not yet complete.The wind and rain wear away the life and death, and the deja vu is only lonely.Love can't wake up.
The smoke is warm and the rain is first harvested, and the small courtyard is full of flowers.Picked a pair of red beans, bowed his head, and shared tears as he spoke.
The crows of the Moonfall City are still alive, and it’s too early to wake up without sleep.
The scenery in my eyes couldn't be kept, it was warm and fragrant, and I went to the carved saddle again.Yuqian shredded tobacco covers the road, and the weeping poplar is the acacia tree?

What's the matter?Who will stay with you.
I want to send my sorrowful heart to the side of the geese, the westerly wind is turbid and the wine leaves the banquet, and the sky is blue in the yellow flower season.
The wind blows away the snow in the middle of the night, and Qianhun still loves the peach blossom moon.Don't wake up from the dream, let him do it for his own benefit.For the haggard spring, stay in the spring, and the ban will return to the rain for a while.Cherries are sold in the deep alleys, and the reds are more delicate after the rain.I ask you what is the matter of parting lightly, how many Luan months can you have in a year?The willows are like silk at first glance, and the spring in the hometown is over.Zhen Jing is full of eyes on the mountain city road, Zhenghong is not worried about people.Where is Chang'an, wet clouds blowing rain and cold.Huang Yunzi is three thousand miles away, and crows rise from the west bank of the female wall.The setting sun is cold in the mountains, and Xiao Xiao hunts the horse back.

The smoke is light and the rain is small, and it is difficult to look green.A ray of broken rainbow hangs down at the end of the tree, and it is the afterglow of the chaotic mountains.When the moon falls, who will entrust the guests.Looking at the mountains and clouds in the house, it seems that there is a corner of the red building.Lingling all night, who is the bosom friend?Where is the front like a dream? It's hard to write a song while worrying.
Who said it was difficult to travel in the Yinshan Mountains?Thousands of people are happy in the wind and rain.The dew on the top of the pine sticks to the eagle, and the reed leaf stream is deep without a saddle.Bie Xu Rusi can't sleep, it's like a lonely pillow dreaming of the border city.Because I heard the rain in the third watch of Zisai, I recalled the midnight lights of the Red House.The geese fly next to the cold clouds, complaining about their return to the south.Who can lean on the mountain road, when the westerly wind is blowing on the temples.Standing behind her back, Yingying pretended to be ashamed.Move Mei Rui to hit her shoulder.If you want to talk about leaving the hatred to find the man, you will stop when the man returns to the hatred.

The ten-mile lake is full of wine tours, and the green curtains reflect the white Pingzhou.The west wind listens to Cailing Ou.Can Xue condenses the brilliance of the cold painting screen, the flute of "Luomei" has been changed three times, and there is no one in the dim moonlight.It's raining and the cold is overwhelming, so can you still walk by the apricot blossoms?Last year's high picking bucket was light.The setting sun and the shadow of the sea are broken, and the cold waves day and night are girls' shrines.Cui Tin is a spider's thread on a dusty web.The water flows every year without any problems, and the sound of "Shui Tune" shortens the pavilion and autumn, and the bright moon shines on Yangzhou in the old days.
It is a different kind of quiet fragrance, and there is no rich and colorful reminder to open it.Lingbo wanted to go, and lived for Dongfeng.The small courtyard is freshly cool, and when I come late, I feel that my shirt is thin.Don't drink alone, socialize with each other.A kind of crescent eyebrow, the second string is not as good as the first string.Yu Lang is not old yet, why should he be sad early?Five nights of light and cold, according to the snow level on the stack.What is the limit to the west wind?From the clothes to see.
Shuang Leng Li Hong was shocked and lost his companion, and some people felt sorry for each other.I plan to use the ruler to express my worries.Sorrowful and book-ready, double tears fall in front of the lamp.
Immediately chant Cheng to promote crossing the river, it is clear that leisure energy belongs to the boudoir.Life hates a long time to close the copper shop, and the flowers are cold and return to the jade bed.Going up the small building alone with the setting sun on your back, whose jade flute rhyme is quiet?A group of white geese are far away in the sky, and the autumn flowers are all over the ground at a few o'clock.The small garden is silent, with sparse fences and winding paths imitating mountain houses.After reciting "The Merry Son" in the long day, I suddenly heard the sound of the catalpa and the green yarn.
Recently, there have been infinitely sad things, who will keep the story longer?From teaching to pay, green windows and red tears, early geese and early warblers.
Tears and pharynx are more silent, stop regretting the past.Relying on painting to focus on self-examination, Yingying, a sad painting can't be done.
The pillow is fragrant, and the flower diameter is leaking.Meet according to the appointment, whisper after dusk.The season is cold and people are sick with wine.The pear blossoms in the ground are thinned by the east wind all night.
When is this hatred?
Don't compare Qionghua with light makeup, who looks like white clothes.It is uniquely quiet and natural, not near the east wall.
Delicate and soft, thin and timid, it is forbidden to dance.The eventful February wind cuts out light yellow strands.
The wind is curling, and the water is soaking in the blue sky and clear dawn.A mirror of wet clouds is clear, and the rain is clear and the spring is grassy.
Hello newcomer, you can sing tiger-headed words.
The lotus root is light, the lotus dew is cold, and the broken rainbow is harvested.
Ruthless wildfire, taking advantage of the westerly wind to burn all over the world, and the grass at the end of the world.
At the beginning of August, the half-mirror went to Qingxiao.
The ancient garrison hunger and black set, and the wild pheasants flew in the deserted city.When the ashes are left in the fire, try to see the hero's green blood full of dragons.
Looking at the green hills at the head of the horse, it is so scattered and prosperous.Then to Duanyan Decay Grass, recognize the inscription on the moss stele.
The ancient trees are autumn to the people, and the temples are thick and frightened.Where is the Chongyang Festival to worry about?I remember the melancholy things back then, when it was raining and raining, I went down to the South Tower.
Crows turn over in the snow, horses jump on river ice, and dragon piles are blown by the startling wind.
When the pole is collected, it falls and shines red.Autumn wind would rather cut hibiscus.
Leaning on willows and inscribing papers, as a side hat with flowers, it is better to enjoy than to drive.Wrongly teach the temples to be affected by the east wind, and it is early to see the green shadow blown into silk.
The strings of Shu and the pillars of Qin don't care about love, and cover the clouds all day long.I have regretted Qingling's withdrawal from fans, and I even think weak Xu is Ping.
The cold toad wind enters the sleeves of the water bath, and the fish scales are damaged by gold waves.
The grass on the plain is dry, and after the Double Ninth Festival, the yellow-leaved trees are swaying.
If you don't worry about it, it's hard to live in the autumn scenery.Liuquping Mountain is deep in the courtyard, and it is ups and downs every day.
Every year in the blue sea, let me ask for whom the ice wheel is taken.
The empty mountain is quiet, and the shadows of the water and the moon are sinking.
A piece of pavilion is empty.Taking advantage of the westerly wind and dancing in neon clothes.The white birds flew in fright, wild wild cattail leaves were in disorder, and people spoke intermittently.
The wind is blowing, and the rain is weaving.
Evening rain blows wet, tired willows worry about lotuses and wind is anxious.Thin bones can't help autumn, always worry.
Xie Que Tumi, a piece of moon is as bright as water.The fragrance of the seal seal disappears, but I still haven't slept, and the crow crows in the morning.
The wild moss under the forest is home to Dao Yun, and there are pity, jade and bones, and dust and sand.There is nowhere to say before worrying about the wind, and the number belongs to the crow.
Thousands of tents are drunk.
Three days before Ding Si's Double Ninth Festival, a dream woman died in plain clothes, choked up with her hands, and couldn't remember too many words.
The slanting wind and drizzle are falling, and the painting curtain is dragging down.There are a few songs in Pingshan and the smoke is faint, and willow catkins fly in the leisurely garden.
There are lonely sails in the sky, clouds and trees, and it seems that spring is going with people again.The lights in the water station are dim, and the moon is setting in Guancheng. It is not a desolate place.
Leaning on willows and inscribing papers, as a side hat with flowers, it is better to enjoy than to drive.Wrongly teach the temples to be affected by the east wind, and it is early to see the green shadow blown into silk.
Hengtang is like practicing.The curtain is late in the day, and the shredded tobacco is rolled obliquely.
Whoever calls down the stairs in the setting sun holds the catkin.Turn your head and stand up with a smile, always speechless.
Come back to the wine, break the willows before the wind.If you ask the mood of watching flowers, how can it be like that day?
The dust is full of sparse curtains and plain belts are floating, it is really dark and pitiful.A few times I steal tears from the green shirt, and suddenly I see Cuiqiao near the rhinoceros.
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