Chapter 13 poetry

drink fire order Who is born in the motherland today?Hu Tianyue has gone west.Day and night, laughing and fascinated, do you remember the cuckoo singing on Tianjin Bridge?Do you remember the colors of the Shunmin flag in the sound of the cuckoo? After the performance of "La Traviata" To the east there is a son with a bent back, to the west there is a woman who is shy. Cricket crickets would rather know spring and autumn, and golden lotus shoes scratch their heads with jade. To dismantle all sentient beings to become Buddhas, and to become the dharma body of Xiangetai. If Meng Zhan doesn't do my best, the whole of the Central Plains will be dust.

Chanting Camellia The howling wind scissors and urges, and a few flowers bloom in the clouds. Light makeup writes unparalleled products, and Fang Xin sends the second chapter. The spring color is brighter than brocade, and the pink marks are brighter and thinner than plum blossoms. Originally, peaches and plums are ashamed, so they bloom on the heads of hundreds of flowers. You Yu recently wrote the poem "Camellia".The style is based on the style of Dongying poetry, which is ashamed to be similar in appearance.I have recently read the excellent works of Mr. Dongying Shangen Li'an, but my humble works feel like a soup of dust and rice.Mr. "Song of Camellia Poems" says: "I lived by the Jianxi River in my predecessors, and the country's beauty came from poverty. Lingxue knows that she is not a young girl, who is cold-resistant or has a relationship with Narcissus. In the old poems of Fengyupo, she is bright and beautiful. Fu Weng Fuli people. Mo Envied by plums and willows crossing the river, all the fragrances wither and return to spring as soon as possible.”

In the twilight of Jihai, the moon cherishes frost and the history of immortals becomes a path. first night The crescent moon bends at three o'clock in the night, and the treasure duck seal is green in the depths of the painting screen.Chirp, chirp, chirp, chirp, autumn insects ring around.The small bamboo mat is cool and sleepy, and the taste is clear. spring night In the Golden Valley Garden, people are quiet at dusk, and a bright moon is just above the flowers.The moon is full, flowers are good, such a good night, don't let this watery time pass by!The hero is here, and the barren mound is rustling.You try to see his fame and fame in history, you try to see his rich family, splendid, prosperous like a dream, full of shabby eyes!Heaven and earth travel against each other, time passes by, boring.It's better to throw it away if it's not idle, and be happy.It's better to travel around and pour the golden cup down.Begonia goes to sleep and burns a red candle; before the tea is opened, beats the drum.Don't teach Chang'e in the sky to make people laugh.

winter night guest feeling The paper window blows through the night wind, and the biting cold is not over yet. Clouds cover the moon, the light is pale, and the curtains are floating and the candle shadows are shaking red. It's hard to decide if you don't have a heart, and you often throw tears into your dreams. Worry about yourself, stop complaining about yourself, and wait to tell the truth about your love. Chaoyou can't bear the pool Feng Boluan was thinking about it, and went out wondering what to do. Xiaoxing's three or five eyes are bright, and the waning moon is as slender as an eyebrow.

The autumn grass is yellow and dry, and the country of Han, and the crape myrtle is red and wet, and the Narcissus Temple. Xiaoqiao became independent and speechless, and caught a glimpse of the dawn rising from the forest. Drunken Flower Yin·Girlfriend There is no way to stay in spring when all the poplar flowers are gone.Standing alone in Yulangan, I want to complain about my sorrow, for fear of a caged parrot.At the top of the building, I saw the setting sun and evening again, so I couldn't bear the delay in the return date.Reminiscences and dreams are hard to come by, where are the grass and the sky, where are the people with extreme eyesight?

Made for Gao Cui'e, an old prostitute The remnants of mountains and rivers are pitiful for Xiao, Slowly comfort the loneliness with the piano bottle. Dun the old pipa tunes, Dream of the Red Mansions at dusk and rain in the Southern Dynasties. human disease People are sick and the ink pool is dry, and the south wind is cold in June. The lungs are dry and the red leaves are falling, the body is thin and the white clothes are wide. Children in the world laugh, and the scenery at the door is dim. Last night, I dreamed of the Queen Mother, and recalled the youthful joy. Occasionally get a good sentence and leave it as a gift for Pingxiang

The sea is raging and noisy, and new voices are afraid of listening to the four-stringed autumn. How about ten miles of Zhangtai Road, only the flowers and branches can't relieve their worries. The tallest building is slanting towards the beginning of the month, covered by miserable green and red. I want to cry at the banquet, it's worth listening to the flowers in the backyard. Remnants of mountains and rivers speak of the Southern Dynasties, and the east wind from Huangpu blows the tide at night. He Man hid his face in shock, pitifully heartbroken Jade Man Xiao. Kou Zhan presents Li Pingxiang

The children are divided into 20 weeks equally, That's even more narrow and evil. Just because of the first sad thing, Pink heroes are not free! Hebu Garden presents Yuan Yun to the owner of Tianyun Pavilion Slowly don't complain about leaving home, a book of new worries and tears. Awakening Yangzhou crazy Du Mu, the wind and dust failed her daughter Xiangru. Ma Ying is a tree like a Nong's house, and the bead curtain outside the window reflects green gauze. There is a Sima who explains the sad way, and he will not complain to the pipa. Yi who loves to talk about immortals, hates the vast sea of ​​evil fate.

Laughing at me, my pretentiousness is half gone, and I have penetrated heartbroken Zen for many years. Checking and paying new poems in leisure and sorrow, the years have been frightening. Take the time when Hua Cong looks back lazily, and Hugh will be resentful and resentful. Impromptu Poetry at the Recommending Meeting of Top Ten Celebrities in Tokyo The boundless desire for independence is speechless, and the tiger and leopard crouch dimly in the setting sun. There are two lines of tears left, and I come to Yinghai to hang the soul of poetry. The desolation of the motherland is sad, and the knowledge of the millennium is half dust.

In the dark, windy and rainy night when the rooster crows, there are some men who come with their arms in their arms. He Dongqing Pavilion Theme Jingling Yaohua Painting Fan Four Wonders One petal of Suxin proves the antecedent cause, and the root of compassion is insignificant.When it comes to Huanian complaining about the lateness, the beauty vanilla is crying. (Yao Huagong painted orchid, which has the charm of Qing Dynasty) Taiping sings and dances to recall Jinghua, and Zimo Qingcong steps on falling flowers.I remember the road by the side of the building in the spring breeze, and the pipa played through the geese. (Yaohua is good at playing the pipa, and is famous for bearing heavy weights. She is the crown of all the actors in Chang'an)

Frown drums Yuyang sense robbery dust, Yinghua no return to the old spring. (It has changed since last year, please refuse the dust net, and will not play this tune again!) Xiaoxiao Muyu Xu Niang complains, remembering whether she is the person in Jiangnan's dream. (Xu Qinxian, secretary of the girls' school in Shanghai, is also good at the pipa. I'm old now, and I'm still in the dust.) The children of Chang'an sighed and drifted away. (After last year's chaos, most of them came to Shanghai).Don't ask Kaiyuan Taiping Qu, looking back sadly at the old gate. According to the red poet Jiexiangmeng, the poet is inscribed with a picture of picking chrysanthemums, and it is a Fu with twenty-eight characters Ten acres of pastoral haze, The chrysanthemum shadows slant around the edge of the fence. An old poet with unique leisure, Spring flowers do not hesitate to cherish autumn flowers. Self-made Camellia Painting Small Size Turning back and turning, the double upturned blush is shallow.Remember Erjia, remember Camellia Kazuki. Yiji winter night, Xishuang wrote in Rijing Xiaomilou.Saburo (print) Lianyu Chengnan Thatched Cottage living in seclusion closed book